DUSTY HOPE

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  • Panama Red

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    Releases ratiosheady where bledfanspurpuric spanscuts bornout of the obscenethe wailing shipto stormand clean.Lures vehicular rubthrough folded handsonly to ride ride ride above.Adorn the forlorn.With godspeedsof love.

  • Caress Digress, Nevertheless

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    Sentiments breakinginto factions Snaking makes proactive.Mount gush more grows wildly manic Circling like a bull Mournsthe miracle of it.Scrappy as a scamp neck in hook.Fires off propensityTo find its intensity.Brooks the disquietAgitated informs requirements.Duplicities cast a stake In heart of shadow.Assumes consumes multiplicities loomWhere love atones its remedy.Feeding the tragic with holy magic Relativizing horror…

  • Titillation of The Absurd

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    Riding skydying to flyOut in loan zone cresting with calumny Smoldering lies terrorize.The fragility of fleeing for mercy.Angelic inversionspirating the seasEcstatic with belief.Hankering for resilience!Not to collapseinto hell’s sacrificial traps.Absurd dangles Uncured, in grasp of mortal bind.Tasked with implicationsOf the Sisyphean sublime.

  • Box to Outpox

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    Box to outfox hardening knockswith color of velvet white purple black or red.For logic of vampires whose bite at neckstung and bled.Arose and fled paddling and stuffed, miracle and sleet.Kingdom for a shorenever and foreverfossicking for more.Chairs dangling in the dead of airlantern hanginglike a prayerblood lines pulling at roots of hair.

  • Play for keeps

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    Ardors addleclutch and lark.Crush of horrorssilver and dark.Slows down, slows downfor every sound.Bucks in the wind,bears it down.Bunts wildfrom any edge.Feeds the birdsand carries the dead.Climbing up inside my head.Crushes flowers poison, perfume. Drops on houseand gooses my broom.Wakes up Maryand her petting sheep.Airing contrarylagging knee deep.Rigors work (and irk)the ground.Delusions play for keeps.

  • Graft

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    Plunder bunnying after The Idea is a reflectivity old as sea along with its wretched desolation/delivery Tribulation piracy.  And I know now Stinky was a robbery that devoured – that Em is a flesh eating flower, and that it gave birth to my beautiful treachery – I know thats the cruces. That madness is (in…

  • Pocus Hauntus

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    Mutant flies multiply into doubles,into the negative negative.Nihilism enlists the sublime purgatorial and divine.The tender and the existentialin flagrante intertwined.Body of ghostfleshing out its tin sorrows languish,rain on skin.Art of game releases terror from its masks.Patience from it racewith grace -Perhaps perhaps perhaps…

  • Spirit of the Alphabet

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    Spindrift and hopesmerry queryleery and ferry.Gusts and buststime churns into tenses that madness finds in the senses.Blurt with flirt withair your pairshow you care.Card your fencesmine your pensesheads, you win tails, my cosmic sin.Feather and fringebinge, hinge and wallowing, twingepipe and peepshow. Spick and spancleaning gleaningdemon in the sandup against a tree.Spirit of the alphabetchancer…

  • Slippery and Gest

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    Slippery and gestI confess of its emptinessCovers overlove and deathEmptiness constitutes: openessOpen as the skyeye my spy a Schelling high To deny is a sky portCaptain blood Scrappy and slyMe Oh My Do a day sky will falldynamite will scatter Eclipse: bugger all.

  • Blimey

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    Bly me blow meget to know meAlice in the palacerunning amuckHammers where sighsflaps and bucklesout out she criesHosed the roseI supposeDeath at its whisperEveryday gets crisper and crisperForsooth! be goneweariness bleariness, bring it onSpews – falls throughGains the windgets the bulge onAll that nithers withers, fat feeds onSlant sweet crucible -Never morenever morerepent the dawn.

  • Skipped to the Loo

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    Rhetoric is meaning ? tuts and flips Rhetoric overtakes meaning, condemns the brick ? Beguiles & tactiles branches & sublimates Actuate the weight emulate!Love for same! the hunt and punttaunt and hauntflout and pout dear equipage! Drip drip drip gives me lipthis damn squatinestimable cosmonautsSkipped to the lootwas in a tight spotPimp up the jamunacceptable…

  • Have It Your Way

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    Flirt for flowfoment and morceauHike a stake in wake of shineMaundering calls it a consensual crime Kicks for sticksrow row rowGently fall up wig whoop and woeFlyby, mythifyfabulate and throw Sheer the plankravish lavishShoot one in the sinktear up and goForever, plus a day!Have it your way.

  • young cal just starting/Body H8

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    A young ferocious Cal with painted cheeks. at full run round around the basement, a rod in hand that swears on mark forever more to die in battle. Death his only partner – a grave but brutal friend. With naked eye a warrior defies in search of love and loss and lies bound to beauty,…

  • With Kafka as Travel Agent

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    Tendinous wonder blows me down goes under goes under circling the hunger pilgrimage for beautyhoot and prayflutter and cut cut cutand puttering puntheart and shameaims aflame.Nil et desperandumgraft and polestand up to aweWith Kafka ?as travel agentrapture and the raw. Ludicrous lemmings rover hover ploverin bed of dreadfor key to freedomabsolute freedomweasel out and trollsub…

  • Kick Over Chair

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    Rotten profess the kind who are kind in practice enuff for to impart as randy dandy candy, what arrives with crusty sweetness, as to my roll around in the visiting tongue. With delight, at the mangy sharp practice, but it wont do me any good? Yes it does yes it did. Heaven forbid. Heaven is…

  • Feu de Joie

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    Sometimes love gets castas a recurring revenge playWhen over its limit,there suddenly overlapsAn arrival of dead souls,awakens a “death” trap.An explosion of hatredso pure and suddenthat it lights up the skyNo need to forgetto forgive or defeat ?Rememberinghow hatred consumed the childwith a wild determination to live.Pretend indifference ?fall backinto interminable silence ?When love (as…

  • No End In Sight

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    A collapse Into anger Need to destroyComes after me Burning off An ardent soul Reckless indignantVindictive and cold Riding off Into the deadly A hopeless DisquietTo drown The thingBig mad Starveling!No end in sight! Horror reversesInto sadnessOvernight.

  • C’est La Fucking Vie

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    Sometimes appeals bestto share in careof my own destructionconstructioninduction… Take some timeto line a coffin’s hysterical design chuck it in, go afterin mournful staves of ridiculous laughter.

  • No Suit Fits

    No Suit Fits

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    Easy to winand love to dieI don’t know why. Dark white fights. Doubt resonated mine. Paid early in pit.Now efforts noted modern enters into action. Let us not be betrayed or clamorous. Vigorous in the designations inventionsinjustice,is illuminated by embracing. Unsuitableunsuitable. No suit fits. Bins only of the six hundred will remember. Frenzy such a master was looking for. Fervent succumbs…

  • Ninjah Lavish Regency Era

    Ninjah Lavish Regency Era

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    Ninja lavish regency-era row row mantic complex time dimensions children children. Not all people who wander are lost. Deep ends water, for miles.  Scars for Lars Hairy for Mary. Sixth seventh heavens to bitsy. Sorrow, addnt any. Everyone was curious about Mimsy and Blimp that appeared hovernight. Monkey sunkey the Jungle Road junk key strangeness…

  • A Perfusion of Urn

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    Raise the high finger wave, make waves let my pie flyconsecrate the sky.Where plusses rift deuces battle mortal crucescrave for truces.Buffer and squeeze the holy breezebeating the bounds.Arises and flies troubled tangledundisguised speaking ofpathways to love. But where beauty bringsuneasy thingscontrarity is a constant companion never immune from yearning from overturning cart for coal. My…

  • Sub Swoons sample/Novella

    Sub Swoons sample/Novella

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    Sample WIP from Novella, am presently working on, called Subliterate Swoons and A Side of Dead. Dizzying With No Brakes LuLu LeSuere. Taunts epiphany with bids for transfiguration. To pull her out of the carkness of darkness. Gloom exhumes. Darkness shines, becomes visible. Hears itself tearing itself open and unlimiting.  Shadows pattering bang bang bang…

  • Heavenly Hybrids/Novella

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    Paris Catacombs Standing online outside entry into Paris Catacombs. LuLu along with 25 others. LuLu, going forth to bandy up against habitus of the dead. To make a good ripe skulk of it. To relieve the obliquity of love, and its whirling jagged abyss. That the dead had a distance (from life and love) to…

  • Love Is All

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    Love is all And it’s nothing Wind falls And waterfalls And O nothing, Nothing. Logic cannot Overcome Its constellations Its contradictions. Its fevers Sins and lures. Rather let its lyres Bandy about Act out – Hopes absurd. Ill containsLove’s violent wind As amasses, quags Bewilders and aspires. Rather twin and spinThe mortal din Let its…

  • Edges and Holes

    Edges and Holes

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    1.Saucepan on head. Not easily acquired. Mouth taking a bath.Their way or highwaytusk tusk allow forblinking lights antenna loud snaps. Joy counting heads floating in pool. Head or alive.Calculator has history for opening windowsall on its own… External scars prove more bird than fish. Bed of nails. Trash in spare time. Tart lemonade.Dump unquenched. Check…

  • U Till Eyes

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    Thwart a port ?Solemnly snare.U till eyes u till eyes.Subbing the plot.Submerging the dirgingreinventing the wheeluncorking strainsplaying in trains.Blake at the lake sharing excesses. Verecunds flambeau.Hello hello hello.Show up anyway.Glowing rotten with it.Down we go.Ashes to ashes bim bin sin sterile is my nonaggression? Consumptive for hairy fruittitling under the lobelevitating code.Puss ill animous, stride…

  • Absence without Leave

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    Do beget, unmoderately… Salty laud the viscera molder at the palmy.Let weightless madnessflow a fainalongside the perversesuperegojobbery. Unabashed airbladder. Stroppy persona is home and less, persona it is, is is notnot it isbreakfast. Tires get thrown.Swing and balkmighty car and kitmouse and sprituals. YES. Eyes for and give and love and hole. And farmyardmagic foe all its locust…

  • Lilt Tilt and Built

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    Bits and Bites I am the marsala. Lilt tilt and built. Things not overtake able? Cheek in love? Farma a Suit a Call? Hear 0 ecology? I dont think of other people as drugs, or even writing as a drug, I know drugs I did drugs. Experimented, a lot. Writing isnt anything like taking a…

  • Latch Catch Patch Match

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    It is propulsive. Desk work hounds the cash for groceries. So I can eat what doesnt kill me. Neg pug slug grants my clap to a trap — en française to catch is attraper. To a swell of freedom — form wise often plows along pecking at the ground, overhead schisms of reckless and the…

  • The Future is Arbitrary

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    Over, get over it,be over the thing?The transits the transportsboots roots fleeing refutestestyfor freedoms. Abstractionhounds the threaderthrives on extensionsflutter and crust.Raise raisethe protracted eyeraid the holy margins,dripping with mistrust,lame disgust –What parriesfor a brain to scatter the painvengeance is not clear.A glutinous venom. A fatal obstruent.The future is arbitrary. Fruit fruit of the illume. Pettiness of the tomb a surrogate womb.Claw backforce and…

  • Repetition, Fixation and Irruption as Gateway to Meta in Poetry

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    Repetition behaves and interacts to produce synchronicity and divergence in the meta.  By meta, I am referring (rhetorically) to its possessing inducement and modulation of both meaning and focus. Repetition acts to underscore beauty in all its traffic patterns as an immersive, inherent in nature of time and language itself.  Rhyme is a colossal element…

  • Deviance for Love

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    Swallow the flood.  Let death  renew creation. Fill pump to a ten-ton warehouse in flurries of mad ablation. Every death a surplus deal  to salt the wheel. Draw new maps to enter with grim elation flaunt determination. Hate bait fixate.  O these petulant surly immurations angelic torments tender fire spewing vows! Burning through rages wracked with…

  • Archmedea’s Screw

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    Melting into affinitiesrelishwhere angels tread where bean blossom aerodromesand resistance leaps into the redin tissues of lieshungry for my head.Quiet. Quiet.The all and nonehas gone to bed. Still moves to every touchand rim to rod that fiery flushand retrievalholy confusions medieval.Falling through pressure of five holy woundswhere birddog foundsound in crownbeating around and around -The…

  • Habit Tat

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    Spot on Literature is a habitat for me now, a breathing organism. Tho one of oceanic starkness and darkness still, it has come to assume again a threshold of immanence — A decorum of intimacy, that puts ear to sluice of page, like Fitz and Zelda, Proust and his mum, or young Baudelaire riding his…

  • Land A Lake Run Off

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    Therefore Nonexistence is, Pluriparty thinks, a sorcery for “immunity.” Pluri vs the nonexistence thing. Too full, Miss Many Penny. Therefore, no one home. No worries, Pluri announces, no one home. Up worms squirms with alarum turns — declarations of nonexistence, to wrap up the pain in a Buddha thing — so arrows have nowhere to…

  • Flight of the Flowerhead ✅

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    The bad and the beautiful, giddy and god awful. A pride, a prejudice and a passion. Hitting a triple, thats poison to the pesticide. Space to rover for glory, touched by freedom’s madness. Sure poison is jealousy. Or that old hat didge: forbidden fruit. Or the way the wind stirs things up across a panorama…

  • Dead Lucky/Body H8

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    8 Characters so far… Christa thinks time is timeless. Every moment hangs like an empty chair on a wall, ready to fall with fate. Precipice and what’s left, empty and dangling. Beauty peers out at her, a devious acquaintance. What she sees of herself, fascinates, as miracle and casualty she drinks in it. Drowns in…

  • Intro Flo

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    Intro Flo My name is Flo. And I am a cess, I am cessed with the work of angels and my life as an insect. Also drawing on gesture in a manipulation of thumbnails videotapes headshots. All articles of concession confession or prognosis — are stolen mind you, stolen. Flo’s mind is a mosh pit.…

  • Rocket Theme Minuets

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    A muse that loves misses ?like strange defenseless kissesAnd a sorrow that swellsto drown itself in mischiefDormants that sabotage,ploy and play Loath to love again ?send me on my way. Pledges push fetchesout across edgesFathomed to a dance lingering with death.Blazons out a rocket in my pocket Troopers call it rent.A cruel riddlethat hangs down…

  • Thermus Aquaticus

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    Hanging on the lane. Flies filled my brain.Ideas screaming.Became weary of breathing.Negations amelled like angels.Glistening with misfortune. Prisoned, wild souls. Parading death cries. Take shelter. Looking for polygons. Sparkling like a pen knife. Wishes bled. Enemy print sets. Scattered and precise.Delirious hoists. Instruments begging sound. What if?Saber fatigue. Doubt.Miserable lacquer. Bitterness stacked in good. Learning how to die.…

  • Kiss Out All the Evil

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    Down thedumdum down.Kiss outall the evil.Vanishing, with its death traps.Kindness findnessguest of faith.Where needed,where never heeded.Fraught spiky mournful violent gaze.Weightless righteousness terrified.Bib lick allmagic mountain impaled.Arrested by ‘the real’treacherous and concealed.The welding table? The mirror in the shower?The metal blue fence? Cold case propertiesweaving taboos.Holding up this slop.Restless valleyscales of sorrow.Hide the dead?Wake the fed?What beauty got itself up to.Cruelly delicate…

  • Everything & Silence

    Everything & Silence

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    Begin. Again.Every different perceptionwho you arewho are you.Another sign roadwork ahead.Four is more five is alive -Why is there pie does it fly for the sky.To know whatthere is to knowabout excessand lessamid secret ordersa crises of silence.Rift of hyphens.Case of fish and crypts.Lizard with wingslands on things.Phobia for heights.How many hospitalizationswith a duration —promising…

  • A Chase of Bonking Lights

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    Sunshine invokedthe tanning dept.Surrender surroundedby a chase of bonking lights.An antenna towerwhere angels hover.Wide as hell -for freezing over?Tethered to sunand moonand freezing rain.Gathering wood turned holy battle.Luresate the wildflowerswatered by snowmeltwhat comes back to lifein Death Valleywaves to amber like cubes to a functiondry heaves of a halo.Snakes biting their time.Spreading criessum of dead…

  • Thousand Days of Dread

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    Spirit escapingcouched at wandering altitudestaunting conspiracies.Gauntlet caughtthe expectant. Every pending endinghinging on a fuckwith viewstoward the transgressive.The balm ate itself in flashes. Clustering agenticityplasteredwith bold absurdities.Walking with heavy stick into the seaswhere madness trips after quandaries of freedom.Leaks and strays betray my parasitoid.Bats turn into holy vatsand dunners rage.Fiery heelanimates the wheel. Head in a…

  • Naked Lunch Break

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    Holy Shit The “squander/plunder” bunny — Keeps on falling into bunny hole. Bunny hole is tacit reference for going down with the plumb.  Exchange of beauty accompanied by death, violence accompanied by death, enthusiasm, love above, duty accompanied by death, fathoms spasms of license to love, falling head over heels, accompanied by death. Another oblivion…

  • Nucking Futs

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    No your going your going noyour flowing out to sea noborders and burdens, fucking hellmine bursts into flames repeatedly. Ideas that sue vousand rue a-topsthe nothing hand the nothing hair yet the sun is converted everywhere.Time itself undead ? bleeding through the red.Sacred end -swarms the windows.War – full of mouthblind with hate liquidates into…

  • Air to Airing

    Air to Air

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    Restless and roundabout grew and flew and blew  at night for a light.  Flakes and stacks. The aching of les urgences. Puns with radicality? Storms where stuffed horizons, screeching with tremors seemed to threaten allowances counting all the way up from less to zero. What never fades with wait of days the wide wide yawns…

  • 15 Eau de Perfum

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    Quicken the associative inflames my frantic bright. Heavy disturbs the monastery. A need for the reflection, touched. Dreams the sudden perpetuated interruption. Enlightens where the seeking mate bait fate sponges up will fills the lake for words like burrs that stick to fondling embassy. Arches walking the power of knees a lover of trees. Good…

  • Endless Fucking Off

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    Damn up the wall hither end of paradise.Partaking in the imp possibleand the impossible.Net flowersfrom evil.Cease cease seasoned scoundrel…Sweet devils funklicks the brain.Bartertrembling with ardor.Evil requires a net to remember and forgetand regretlinger where fulgurate. Beauty in the liedangles where killedand dead livelive livewhere snappedand fall into nonetakes allat mysterious registersof mortal horror.Wriggle hanging belly…

  • 13 A Purple Matter — revising, good stuff here, needs to be condensed.

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    Polygons be polygons ride by water tracing shadows in unnameable doorways where air meets air and comes to an end. Traffics in close calls arouses and suspends arouses and suspends. Tiger tiger circles in den.

  • 12 Snowflake Filling Cracks

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    Fiery fury reenters the hanging. Unframe the unforgotten ! Fight for it fight for it. Thickly and Gospel. Truth or Fail. Violets on wall the final call. Penetrate evil arouse the green gun. Come Dover come… Electric pretty a prisoner of — the all fall down. Radians come come turn about — about zero degrees…

  • Viral and Spiral/Body H8

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    Haute le Couer The splendor and the burn. Dogs at night. Barking at the unknown. The ticklish and fragile, belly up and burning blue. Holy scares, holy reckonings, holy scars. The ravages of grace, its giddy violent perfumes. Holly go holy. Go go go – Sweet infernal yoyo. Some – more – guess board of…

  • 11 For your amusement

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    1. Its clear joy  you too do. Where in between  shoo  the cake  and door. Boots malice this time?  Annoyingly wonderful? Cards  coffee in the raining work   hand water jug ​ ​lighthouse.  Watch.  Ways to get your on. Fragrant  bright red.  Huddle bleakly  goodbye instead? 

  • 10 With Marker Will Blend V1.2

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    Perpetual blending open and lit raises a sharp gate poisoned and sweet creates themes like hot bitter honey dune with fate  intruders spark sins that look past the hidden reshaping the free importuners agree. The body a river  wherever thought bends gape mystical moments saved by “the accent” a purple raised smell a galloping wall a…

  • Infinite and Less

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    Delusions of beautywhat staggers unbowedimpudence swayslike a bed of human flowerseternity sly wild and tornuncertain graceschurlish, airbornewhat plies for franchise in winged streaks wincing through peakstransfigures the adornedsweet ears, overreachtraffic in visionsthat bade and raid for the undefinable, a signal for peace.

  • Trace Hydronic Epi Sonics

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    To: Anthony Marx (and others) Hunger burns my mountains top off. Nightingales throb at puzzles. Every goodbye blackbirds cry and muzzle and guzzle and make new trouble. Lows go lower wag the hog nill for kills and gnaw at paw. Separate the dead from the living — breeds curiosity bees. Bewildering splendors suffer the drop…

  • Not Getting Any 🥃

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    Discovering Transitives discussion, Linked here. Not getting any Too busy woozy frizzy. Thinking about it. Thinking about it. Thoughts about death intrude. Thoughts about death always intrude. Baby punky funky, is sicky picky poor thing. You poor thing. Eyes make faces. Worry then blurry. To avail of the stickiness all aghast as a sickyness, as…

  • 01 Inextricabality & Mind Where You Ho/e

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    Presently working on this “essay as fiction” for book: Pissing Rain in Spain, Delusional Variations in Excremental Splendor — Welcome to my playground. V for Voussoir Knick knock knock. Important repeating burningness of shrub. Joke with the jail time. Slave to life to god to time. As a zig trigger wig — thing, very. Seeing…

  • New Sht

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    Have four new ones did from latest cutters. Few changes still needed but basically work. Anticipating doing more. Finding it VERY VERY HELPFUL settling things down. Thank you. Calming everything down and yet working my way through. I dont want to create disruptions that disorient or cause difficulties. I DONT WANT TO. Fact is its…

  • Hanging On The Line ✅

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    When love is a hunchback from notredame.Beckons for a reckoningwith miracleof faith.Awakeningin belly of whale.Lovely dementia that graftslike a holy plot. Baffled by its fleetterrifying and sweet.Arriving endlessly -to induce and upend it.Love, can be an insurrectionhanging on the linespooked by chance sparking off an avalanche.Lures, like staggering unholy curesinterrogating weaversemboldening fevers. As violets dare to…

  • Married to Shelley

    Married to Shelley

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    Declares time a Lazarus forlorn over sky oceanic and nigh. Woof wanton and fly. Do you till you die. Puzzles busted into sordid pieces gushing flushing touching rope. Garde à l’eau — watch out below. Everything rattles fingers and tips every tremor battles the skew flutter and drift. Every skim and scorn adorns the drop.…

  • Verity or Charity ✅

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    Restless and quitting at once, at once or stay stay play pylons of metapipelining. Raise the high finger to my pies gate before drive away. Foot and tooth integration station buds with deliriums’ reflexes, hidden in the finding. The circle plussed padded quandary’d and echolocated. Gold is statues many heads on the eye liner. Suffer…

  • The balm in betweens

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    Am still working on. V3. Soft is deepness, the thousand wells. Innumerable. Happy island bunch in the flesh of you is beauty’s pan handling handles on it. Parks for gold the staggering camp. Not to bee, oh its you again — at the underground of sound — where raptors fly, their impossible plumes. Smig is…

  • 05 Calm Balm Psalm V2

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    Sausage is a proverb. Drip of flash in fire and sun. Fishing is in church. With nothing off the table. Drink is a visual sink. Bone’s a world vehicle. Where tremors spike. Where mouth goes to bottle. To neck and insurrect. The laws of forgetting. Ships with an open lip. The cutters, must.

  • Portuguese Teas Electiferous Breeze ✅

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    Punto gustotele paths.Transposant with freedoms wild type. What falls in lovewith being in love.Tarries with your order. Meet me at the border.Inclements spike with mysterious counter intelligence.Wavers too, burning with disquiet.Rants with others holy demons.Defending elements.Love, my ungodly sin.For a crack in towat your thingman tinthat buffets and buffersmy scatter, my skin.Awakens mouersrankles and adores…

  • canvas dante

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    Hillock animator emerged to inebriate let her fingers over here. Jets is missing mine. Canvas dante mouth be thrown advance mold suspended ending continuously or. Yes no, turning and chewing wills to look. Use answered tremble on. Touched it rested we had gulls perpetuated meetsbelieved el beach and dove listen to me calling for torn…

  • Taking Temp (byby baby fat)

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    Canals for clay, taste baste Writers that create around them circles. They are for me like a ring of fire and stones. Thank you — for fat for rebus!!! And for extending me holme/s multiaxial cone, a Pisa between us, to relapse relieve rethink rezone. laid to waste…? allow plow cow — as jilt of…

  • Concerning Uncertainties

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    Uncertainties intoxicate. Also started 6.6, probably will rename, a few more tucks and nips. Thank you forever. Tremble and it turns pale. There. There everywhere. Crackling and the deep. Unexplainable disavowal no begging, slept restlessly. Deep one crackling peer a mid carved window thirsty for you. Traverses thebes lingers on twelve bags dangerous chewing. Immunity…

  • Vox Angelica

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    Bloodborn forlorn where angels scorn enchanted with destinys child untames the raven and all that dust unspeakable theanthropical lusts where deaths fucks trucks undaunted yens the mirror they call Moriah. Darkness swells and darkness sells torn from time to poisons flower breaches stretch and stretch and stretch to streak across that headless fire. My outer…

  • Fat and All That

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    Play Kay drunk from The Wills. This is a Free Writing Run On on top of another that received as an open cut. Its a composit of questions, sessions, and “chars” am presently working on. Chars are not characters, but angelic frisbees of the bodyless carnates. Methodology is a kind of mixology that comprehends to…

  • Norwegian Woody 🥃

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    Escape to disappear fate amazing tin extraction. Hard hard hard alee illuminate. Piston in enemy followed…

  • Boudin Noir

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    Sweet spit in wound,as ever, snares a spark.Oh the covetous lunewhere lightening strikes an escaping heartCart and beatrippling, cripplingstepped in it steep.Excavating n-jinslike ears of cornhungers mysticaledgeless endlessnessbroken into like a magical storm.Sunk into my kneeswith a scorching flood of lighta side of red gear box, bled and to its bungee tied,the cryptic knot.Contagions of…

  • Speak Not Its Name

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    Deathly struggle with emptiness and beauty creates passage — time assumes allumes devolves ascends ascends ascends — breaks poem is just started. still under construction — check back in a week. breaks apart bends -/ kisses floor of shore the flying fish de lac — as door to redrum opens opens things fall things fall…

  • The Drain Bandit

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    Camisole de Force Dribble, these puddles, I see them as puddles, puddles that grow fish, fish become bruised and rapture ruptured — heavenly strained — therebeit granularized, the sky that pie and fry. Weep scorn and sizzle ! When mention becoming human, all suddenly flips, suddenly slips into darkness there is no middle — And…

  • Ixion at rest

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    So much in there cannot breath. But breathless is joy climbing up and down at once. Va and vient. Out on rafters where bats cuddle upside down heats up fur and feather. Clirice outcome at pleasure pumps for a beautiful dump is a part of Constance who “hilly billy wills” for extensions that rill up…

  • Making the Cut

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    Drowning — drowning in Beckett. Its lovely its something I do. Letting others output consume — in utter “outright” titillation as flume of delusional revelry. Swim in swamp loner pudding where Beckett scrapes, combs, scrutinizes, intermediates… He is a hunter too — he basks in it, too. How there is also a little Winnie the…

  • Orbits Gum

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    Go looking for it. Orbits. Trenches devour the holy with mm, goal foal stole roll hole mole change out squill fill hill bill chill always until. Its planted in a garden of symp toe Matt holy toss before hearth of cramp damp amp hamp lamp. Rhymin roots through me. Nothing can collect but collage of…

  • Up to Nothing and More

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    Cling of Sling V2 Wretched beautiful waves of enchantment, time and shadows, circling like sparkle fish, provoking change, everything rearranged, like a snap of twig, beautiful, wry, chancy, on the run. Every moment taken and missed, pilfered and deadly? A fairy imp intrigue of slippery synchronicities, raging loopy oppo sits, hanging by sweet fetters, sweet…

  • Feminime Jouissance

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    Exchange of extensions. So valuable. I am sad. I am glad. I am bad. New char called Leatherette, my lovely leatherette, stubborn, defiant, but chummy too yummy gummy often stumped — but not (and this is important) frantic. Char Lotta is now proclaiming wants to do a whole bend-etta on Sad Girls. (Kiss kiss.) Miss…

  • Vampire Logic

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    Best thing about vampire logic — That they share needles? drink blood? that they come alive at night — Forever and ever lurks for blood, that mad desire of the eternal, to bite into neck of life and yet: never die — no, once bit bit for good. Cant help but love other vampires for…

  • Flower Drums of Paris

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    First Draft 3.8.20/ Much Still to Edit 6.26.21 — It has a floor, and that floor is its doors, every line opens up a closet and looks in, via la lang bang. Every freedom that pops up in usage and time, is pursued. And repetitions lacing through also give it the sense of a floor,…

  • Head on Bowl

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    Lob and we are meant to fall.  Rhymes the gall. Runes the dunes weighs head on bowl A whistleblowers metastable — Called to stand in red and pink Drawers and drawers are filled with it Loves of loaves  in fields of crows. Boning honing sky for mariners readings Bird guides feeding posts along the spillway. Entering, at…

  • Climax and The Horizon

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    Athwarts Division Fancy chancy. Step by step. Doing undoing, aching forsaking. Neediness for day lights, wake up wake up, call call call. With LiLu LeSuere it was always urgent. Sun burning repetitiously up against sweet delusions of hell. Moils bunnies in their box, screamers screamers, the box is toxic, or its fallopian, always diverticular, making…

  • Desert Stormy v

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    New formula pursuing with a purpose. First pursue “bones” underneath, however dense or hit up against rhyme, whatever angels, auditors or chars pop out — Let them come knocking, let them in as find. All will bare aspects cliche but pay no mind. Just accept it and see what you find. Do Char hunting with…

  • Leaves Open to Question

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    Am I Vampire. Or Vampire’s Closet with a drawer for every blood type. Am I Vampire Char head covered with ashes ashes scaling the chimney in lutestring —noircur. Or undersea Pirate. Or frown-defaced Clown in oversized biband ripe nanny gown. Or chuckles the pig up on 2-legs and mechanized bike get it on get it…

  • Is It Hell?

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    1.6.20 V2 Something keeps on reaching out anyway. Reading signs — in the emptying sand, weaves shadows into meaning, and comes alive, at stunning visual distances. Lives for it, loves for it. Something irreparable keeps me there. Searching for surface of love. But what, what am I reaching for — what what?? For reach. Reach…

  • Body of Hate — hardly started.

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    Small defiant ludicrous. But there is something here we love. The worst it gets the worst we love it.  There’s a foot there caught in trap, turns into a well, and the well descends, and we pull on chain as swim around it, drown (multiplied times) and pop back up.  Has trouble finding what —…

  • 03 Bobbing Blue

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    1.1.19 Last Catch Wormy Bit? The heart corrupts again with delicious goods, goods that bob in the blue. But everything is a haze now, snug in a silence, a sweet meltdown of the beautiful travesty. Reading L’Innommable (in french) is heavenly corruption too, the thing is balanced on a nose, shiny chatty taciturn pithy sardonic…

  • 02 Cars from Mars

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    Jumper Evils Puddling with jumpers — races after epiphanies — a defender of splendor, with a spoon for the moon. Shadows fetch through darkness after strains of ugliness, wistful and yearning, tremblers a tyranny of honor and lust. Defiant from reason. Bursts of the holy moly is a resistance to future. Waves bathe in wonder…

  • Aw Hell

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    12.18.19 Occasionally writing is glorious for me, I find that astonishing. And intriguing where it goes and how it muses its way there. Speed reading Beckett in French, new affection for Beckett again! in a way thats right on top of what I am doing, with giggling Proustian fits. That are tinged naughty disturbed scathing…

  • Sickness Intercedes 🌹

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    Cold as Her Fireplace Cold pills, head pain, and bountiful exudations of sputum, climbing up and out of her throat, every minutes per five. First come chills then come the sweats… And the sweet and pornery? the fishy insipid intoxicated sublime — still roaring ? For the bidden, for the forbidden. Whore score and more.…

  • Day Tripper

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    12.3 Go Willingly Head feels slightly elephantitis. That big fat empty. This always happens when sit on edge of something that then isnt a dream anymore but a doing thing. The wayside pulls up, as mechanic was tinkering, and empties of my precious evil art upon the gnolls, where thirsty flows a sudden rinse again…

  • Cake Walk

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    Like a theme park water whirl of compass and wind — A lovely racket Angela says. About projecting beauty on surface as a condition of faith. All the while, meanwhile, pumps away, heart’s sleepy glum extol, furtively mining under “the hole,” for fissures of density. Language of density being co-equivalent with language of the deep.…

  • Shades of 44th Street

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    “L’insu que sait de l’une bévue s’aile à mourre –“ From Lacan in “On Surrealism” by Josefina Ayerza A thousand folds of napkin tears itself apart. Sniffles whispers blunders! blunders? gotta wonder —

  • Nuestra Señora de Atocha 

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    The unknown translocates wandering asunder blunders as lowering rope in fits of defiance fly and die  the sky and spy blood and water a nail to mix green and hopeless for a fix — Ready ready are you ready for this — A mission of fate beyond beyond the belly of hate   beyond surface…

  • st. george

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    Payout was on impactturn styled into wicked joy did not understandthe MEANING of that. Ships ahoy. Come nowbetter understanding precarious attachments? Elements migration spurned aloftlike holy abuse. & cypher spunkeye got dunked etc. Dead pie infection:when sickness was frantic escape from life becoming hellish drudgery – By way of part:monkey see monkey woo.Gunmen, knocks me…

  • To No Thing and Every Thing

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    Fingers tingling at never endings feeds a restless wonderfor plunder.  Heave ho, quiet down and draw Scratchy puddling florals the subversive immersive ScreamingI am drawing I am drawingeverything is greatdates with fates.Shocking to me. Can only do this way. Subversively ? a hog in a bog Gob sob working away at itlike its string theory. Rounds and roundscalm…

  • Weave it be, or Holly stuck with thumb in syenite/Body H8

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    Every noun has possibility. Ricochets against pastiche, in greetings. Along the wayside. V 4 — Body of Hate. Surface of Love. Done not done. Definitely frozen — but fully in its cups. Its kind of random housey but small. Compressed into a kind of thumb in seawall of copious beauty term squirm haunted bathing in…

  • Redhanded Salute to Beauty Inherent in its Deploy —

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    Camus is glorious is all it is what it is why it is, meanwhile back on the farm: Out to see if he can explain what he thinks and why. Book of his just read is in essay format. Principally about how and what developed for his theory of the absurd. And how it can…

  • Peaches

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    Transgressive and fueland cruel like mortal fluidis fatal and beautiful. Frank devours, leaves her for dead. Becomes a mission to stay a live one. Pores of opulencelike swans are feral.Gardens callanywhere at all.Sounds flash downthe brutal balm. Flows like a compostincendiary. Hothouse woke with crow at dawn.Suddenly suddenlythe day is strong.Penetrates a prickly affinity.Sympathies folly…