oooh ooohooo

wait waste
against gain

flip out, flippant

birds

do

scene revelry

scented

going

waste wait

oh

again st.

filter felt

feeling out waste

the wait

spinning

higher and lower

always lose

bottle

fry

egos drone

pose alone

rhyme bull

wait!

there's an impotent gain

mushroom burnt upon

filter felt

kitty

gain gathering

a bottle of booze

hard to want

body distant

broken bridge

moon

lays on your lung

gone crazy

small town

a laugh
a joke

disown themselves

mirror waste

song

wishing were we

somewhere else

a rooftop

a grinding

the end of the end

dashboard tales

so many cars

so little

weighing in

waiting out

nowhere

again
against

we live again

porn

face front

recount

never

boop bop

outlets everywhere

frequent itch

a bare branch in the wind through a window

so many ways to get sound

no night left on

plug

boop bop

a reminder

a revision

How To Psalmodize by Charles Simic

1. The Poet

Someone awake when others are sleeping,
Asleep when others are awake.
An illiterate who signs everything with an X.
A man about to be hanged cracking a joke.

2. The Poem

It is a piece of meat
Carried by a burglar
To distract a watchdog.

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hey babe

I got a rowboat on the roof

we'll be safe and sound
when the flood come to town

and your eyes have seen nothing but the truth

so come on babe I got rowboat on the roof

reflection on this retarded guy I saw in the mall

long focus
on something found

impulses sent without filter

gathering potential otherwise

jerking hands and head

squeaking

needing

rater

warm filter

fish appear

the taken take

a car makes sound
when warming up

reason makes beats

repeat

book loop

jetties

the miser mines

recline

Before Sleep by Ezra Pound

The lateral vibrations caress me,
They leap and caress me,
They work pathetically in my favour,
They seek my financial good.

She of the spear stands present.
The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis,
These are they of thy company.
With a pathetic solicitude they attend me;
Undulant,
Their realm is the lateral courses.


Light!
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.
Up and out of their caresses.
You were gone up as a rocket,
Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right
In the flat projection of a spiral.
The gods of drugged sleep attend me,
Wishing me well;
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.

poem

gather weather
leave on whim

hopefully

filter feather length

revise
mainly revise

gain

marks making
contort

levelizing wait

beat gain

clear study

waste

the most

semi sanctity

uses to be

night culture

skin deep

repeat

more

tell me more

tight tell me of time

more on

media media

flip back time

more

time

gaining relating waiting

walk in the park car

sometimes so

anything

tin

the only thing wishing wasn't

stop break repeat buffer

shallow gauze

this is the way you're OK

asymmetrical spinning leaving

YOU CAN

the wait is gaining

star
STAR

touch tone

warm lit keys

tangents

image of an image

asymmetrical spiraling

nature

brief

breathe side
leisure lounging

a reassuring sounding

reverseing

stomach spinning
soothingly slowly

the money comes
from not working

the days lie
down

everywhere in
wanting waiting

and again

reverse

show revised mainly pluralized

slow legs cross

turn off the arrangement

undulatings

ups and downs

movements on a small level

unity ups the shovel

waits gain on you

show

slow leg cross

turn of the arrangement

undulating

up and down

to movement on a small level

unity up the shovel

wait gains on you