opalized
storm from opal omega
footage of the crumbling sky
the brontosaurus galaxy
chicago mnemonics
in leisure chicago
mary and trixie went shopping
down on the high loop
in the canyons of the franklin booth clouds
for ladies of antimony,
matters unbridled,
for ladies of matter unweathered
in all matters of metamony
it’s everything after matrimony
you have to parse silence continuously
the world was never built for lies, for matters combined
for combined ladies, for harmon control
she work at the mill, the ten gallon ladies
filthy in this world, pushing, acrimony
relevant alleviated, world situations
I was snoreside at my apartment
on gas saturday, when the sevens came in
the mnemonics are never enemies
the mnemonics are never upset
Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally
Many Very Early Men Ate Juicy Steaks, Using No Plates
Oh, Be A Fine Girl: Kiss Me!
when fog dogged the canyons of the sky
when the tops of the buildings were lost in fog
she who dogged the canyons of the sky
with her credit accounts and concierge
for the ladies at the mill this is heaven combined
the concierge and the clearing fog
make no appeal to the mnemonics
black goose down: Red
A prism, a lens, the surface of the water
as viewed from beneath. The deepest breath
in a thunderstorm. The feeling of quick-
sand below your feet. When you whisper
these lullabies into the wind, as it steals
into your room through the jalousies—
arms outstretched. When you say Jack and…
saturday potpourri
and only in the light of lost rewards
can we imagine our words
dove weightless
only in the weight of our lost rewards
traveling sister
traveling moon
hunter’s sister
hunter’s moon
traveling hunter
moon sister
unter den linden
stripping tacos
delta assassins
delta blues assassins
alexandra maestro
in the weight of our atolls
the atomic weight of our atolls
the tundra approach
the weight of our gods
blue anthrogasm
silicone flowers
silcone abbess
the nun with the breast implants
most nuns these days are expected to have big tits
it’s a sign of their authority, a badge of office
I’ll put that in the first lines file:
“These days, most nuns are expected to have big tits.”
“Most nuns are expected to have big tits, these days.”
“It was a bright cold day in April, and most nuns these days were expected to have big tits.”
the maestro of our weightless souls
spring tide inundated by suns
across the nuns the day comes
space and tide, inundated by nuns
raiders of the lost mind
mind raider
raiders of the lost mind
amateur fuckwoods happy hour
join the communauts
topography log
topography logarithm
topography log rhythm
Vor Glimson
war window
spacejimmy
jeremiah spacejimmy
incentive from above
kidnap dna
as drama has reams
so a writer needs to write
mrs. vanderplasm
loquacious rose
profoundly duplicated
marjorie members
marjorie remembers
snowfall zero
the crystal patrol
the crystal patois
karma babywater
villalogos
to till the barren soul of this land
light years from long ago
flew higher and higher, to the edge of the world
the dripping tomes
from the girl to the goal
from the girl to the dripping drooms
the dripping dorms
in the rainy morning.
from the girl to the dripping dorms
from class to the dripping dorms
on a rainy morning in 1982.
nostalgia wax
comes in a 3 oz. tin
even at today’s prices, it’s less than a dollar
Hamilton Piekarski
at this slave is less than a failure
she believes in lasers, for your benefit
to till the world’s justices
and tighten on our purses
fractured steel cuts forsey
on the same day a lunchamari cruise
the curse of the corner pet store
snakes foster, biding his time
superior forst, charlotte lunchpail
superior frost
the dripping tomes
3, 13
remain in orbit
a night in maps
the strangest hardon I ever had
the Great Anything
juice commander shalking
senitent saving
the vague ecology of this timeless orgy
splays crazy
charm in the back of the limousine
in the back of the milousine
retelling sleep
anybody anything
the Great Anything
hellhouse limousine
splays ecology
juice commander slating
crazy in the limousine
crazy in the back of the limousine
something’s slighting off the night
someone smiling off the night
blossom torpedo
somebody’s crazy bird
in the back of the night
out back of the night
expired mercy
way past its sell by date
foreign ferns
florentine ferns
eggmontine ferns
the dark parts
do we assemble hades
from this cismontane parts
mechanica loca
from this cismontaine paris
the itinerant sea
banana brady
wayne mother
metallic surplus
pisces lamontaine
reminded by an octagonal designer
zsa zsa enormous
dandelion chandelier
vagar
we were corn on the twins
omnipresent, in brooklyn
the barrels of the gunshy twins
in a sad and weeping world
on the corner continuum
corner t. jones
todo el gente del tierra
no quiero vagar la vida
futura sin ver
