poem

going away

nowhere ways

rap music

silhouette

but fuck that

an arachnid

poem

nowhere near
cavalier

remeasuring
reevaluating

twenty times
ten

all the length
in a bend

importance

craving.
not wanting,
not needing.

there's a
somersault
somewhere.

weaving.

what would it be like?

bode

childhood
florida vacation

feel

in

between beers.

Patio,
what has
the winter
to hold?

agreeing gathering

flashing

two lights

furthering

from

eachother

over

powerlines
and trees
and me

category no task predictions (circa 2002)

sincerity sells me short

the focal marking of focus

A tree thrashing
in the wind for
the duration of
my attention.

A Symphony
of captured,
sorted
spontaneous
laughter.

Keep on doing what makes you want to keep on doing

Lazy has new business.

Unobtrusive objects
serving the slowing
of lessening natural
Need.


muscles
tense in

symmetry
touching
in timing.

No
Arrogant

Agreeing-
gathering.

slow fast, feast light
comfort patterned concepts

all questions easily out
non-verbal compliment ready
others sound & place relate to
activity in place already
all is ready, wood is mainly wood

category no task predictions

Manifest Types

Anything
is Impossible.

time lines you

stresslessness you

Regular release
is unquestioned heat

Time, to gather
Together

Accidental Irrelevant.

Practically Frantically

make a sensible mess make sense,
stop how.

two realize an inexhaustible variety of combinations.

rable-rousing sensitivity
talk starved excitement

Pretension parade
Sarcastic charade

forth hence ha!

infinite recollection of guilt. hope.

repetition
hope
recollection

This to Them.

the time since

took serious

away from us


Inattentive of the above
I'll say I've won with
blank banners drawing
attention to wind.

poem

pretty and fat
skinny and ugly

master
electrician
with
early
onset
alzheimer's

everyone is older

he doesn't say thanks
so his son doesn't say thanks

grating an old brown hat into boiling heavy cream

they severed your ties so many times that there are still leaves yet to fall

then there are none, yet there's no such thing as nothing really

really there isn't nothing there even though everyone is older