heuristic heartbreak in a haberdashery

Colette Peignot singing "the Red Note Book"


(surgical snapshots)




clearinghouse:
red wine jazz concierge ensemble
; trebly—
model a ford flower bouquets
bleak cnfssnl
[ don't bother w/ the explication, s/he sais ]
fire hydrant
tuesday, wednesday, or thursday
let's segue
status epilepticus
[ stat. ]
ventilation & light; anachronistic, fashionable
no truck w/ 
the niceties of structure
the discretion of being unadulterated 
at heart
b/c i still give a fuck abt 
oxford commas
chemistry, boyfriend coats & indicative particulars
[ "why is there a 'fire hydrant' 
in yr poem? ]
Melanie Safka singing Lay Down (Candles in the Rain)
[ it distracts from the arch of 
sd poem." ]
interleaving an Olivier Messiaen flow chart—
abrupt intrigue:
[ using a ghost as a narrator gives 
the boke 
an eerie overtone. ]
on a rainy day in brooklyn this past october
we conversated
let us talk abt racehorses from the 1920s
or tomorrow night
[ such insular hobbies, no?  s/he sais ]
a transistor radio 
for some pronoun's sepia-toned first holy communion 
her jazz famile
in a foto
in a tree 
lending resonance to an elegant observation:
sleeping w/ yr best friend's spouse
the sheer ferocity 
& electricity
arsenic & old lace paint thinner






late March 2010 ?
constructed from misc. lines...

omertà tread solder

it's 2.28 AM
there won't be any passenger trains running 
until morning...
drowsy jazz, ennui
the kitchen table harbours
an empty bottle of brandy, a typewriter, & a full bottle 
of wine
the thin rainforest of moonlight
peppers the window
w/ languorous korean war film stills...
yesterday's ny times
dressed grey
the perimeter of the living room; syndicated episodes of
Jeopardy! on mute
all around me is arranged a toybox of memes
another record 
drops onto the turntable depicting 
a leitmotif 
lost in the gloom of its pleasures 
it's 1986
the hospital-white ceiling seems a backwards landscape
from such a specific geography
this promising premise 
begins 
on promising premises, i.e. from these 
baroque heights
my grandparents' vacation fotos of the heartland
slightly fading
through my own vermont summer
piloting hot-air balloons through the ingénue rain...
always-a-bridesmaid
the criminal speculations of the imagination 
a ream of paper 
collapsed into the housewives' depression
of the ashtray...
eleanor is asleep on the couch
a threadbare quilt 
alloyed around her torso, i can see the vhs cassettes of
john ashbery readings,
police procedurals on the coffee table...
absurdity, atrocity
the typewritten violence: the math, the lowercase 
letters; shape, trajectory 
or direction 
on these cold, bleak winter days slowly forthwith 
into spring...
half-finished crossword puzzle
cable & tweed
an empty bottle of pinot noir, steady as she goes 
on w/ life...

condensing cumulus clouds into cassettes w/ chivas

west-coast definitions of the outwardly defiance
of the comprehensible

...your thoughts?


in loc. cit. heart moccasin
art museum     =
suitcase weather
More ESP
inflate the cinematography: In The Pines...
a silt-laden
breeze w/ "of course!  she’s RIGHT!"
i’m off...down
the south stockton Canal’s
dandelions
1%-er; subjective and harsh and
(anxiety),
severe sleep apnea, & *New* Essential Tremors
recorded live;
holy water w/ choir practice
under the ("we need a bus") fucked-lamp
of a speed freak's
bloodstream;
so i am biding my time w/ paper airplanes
sad umbrellas,
tiny accordions & last april...
AM/FM format
commuting through the nurse
w/ wound list
not not funerary, these adaptive addictions;
southern lights or
echo chamber: the heartworks’
unsolved ideas...
their middle-east upstairs’ misconstruction
(aurorix)
fuckyoubicycles, ghostwritten
penguins
the lush snowflake quiet
of widowed edged-

flash fiction feuilleton

Liebherr, Olivetti














                            archaeology bulldozer,
                            showroom typewriter...

distortion of baroque

red umbrella, unquiet desperation
or
laudanum-addicted, hallucinating & talking to the ghost
of my dead daughter while struggling to write a pome




verb the adjective noun.”


script, scribble, pencil arcana w/ .5 mm.
the page’s margins’re 
crowded w/ 


accidents of hand, nostalgia & aforethought


VIVIAN MAIER FOTOS


funeral spray of flowers, dead bouquets
on a wall radiator
in a vase made from a grandmother clock or
a 1930s telephone


l'éspionne bivouac, le cimetière


many drugs, a broken marriage
Live and Let--
Ghosts; (the light pours out of
the hem...)


Robert Aldrich's 1963 western 4 for Texas


( no one sais, let/s turn
 out the lights
 and binge-read the night away...


 but they shd )


one winter afternoon at Grand Central Station
moody languour
violas & french horns--
harboured in the stark books of platform loudspeakers
the weathered symmetry


windsongs w/ bobby pins; the Schulmädchen Report
tributive flowers


christmas lights & coffee
as well as 
unpublished experimental
gatefold sleeves


the divorce and hotel


to be pummelled by eccentric beauty, 
& to wonder abt it.


an exploitative hue; “I had this yearning, 

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free-verse / bridge structures & photocopied floorboards in the shape of a heart [the kind of heart that pumps in your chest – ed.] where she ruminates these frequent motifs as they feedback into elegant walls of jacquard brocade such triage-sparrow static & it follows the same stark blueprint: summer’s generally not drawing upon conversation amidst the calla lilies, [although these calla lilies have shrapnel in the aperture of a centrefold, imbued – ed.] elsewhere, the pulse of a freight train, again: the windowpane’s typewriter; the words won’t come, [swoon adjust, hadriano stonecut font] we don’t need a trigger b/c these blossoms are a machinery yr palm inspired a pome--

w/ syllables

auteur suicide martinis and tunneling through wm. h. gass

a tourniquet for miss (name deleted)

i have it on good authority that this space is empty...i dont want to holiday in the sun...i found asylum yesterday in a cup of tea...if anyone out there can help me out in acquiring pogues bootlegs from the 80s, i/d be much obliged...if you run out of typewriter paper ask yr local janitor if you can have some of that scratchy industrial paper toweling, even if it is cheaply recycled, it makes for a good substitute...violin soundtrack in a dragnet for an auerhahn press book of thoughtfully destroyed compositions... hubcaps and paper cups there is a reductionist police car in the newspaper article i monitor sound out of a radio programme a tranquilized circulatory system outlining an obituary of a journalist [weak editing] 154 (accidental wire reference) pm

blood squeaks empiricism through my heart

"05 systems induced by pentothal jazz" my cumulus freeway is communist telephone oscillating sound like ella fitzgerald inhaling a tincture of jazz aesthetic like cough medicine it resembles autism i feel like a counterfeit geranium

transcending into cardiac arrest

[languor and otiose definitions, i/m operating w/in a system of mediums.] if you ever want to "wet a cadaver," heed these instructions: 175 mL of downy fabric softener, 245 mL of phenol, and 3080 mL water. this has been random knowledge from an English major working in a microbiology laboratory. thanks for your cooperation. -mngt.