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evident in imperishable silence ______
while you dream
a man regards the living and the dying
breaking new ground
undone by a smug heaven
that takes things as they come
it is fine
it's under construction
a touch of a hand
and human encounters
with no one home
so you think you know
different in defiance of everything
how would it have been if
you had freaked out
this morning again
so like the unbearable tragedy of these liars
dwarves and queens are coming out
at the end of the conversation
they anguish over the old disasters
to this extent
snared by the insanity
of these dateless intrigues ...
under the stress of battle ______
in twinsburg this afternoon
it's human error
reduced to wicked admissions
it gets no dumber
no more about the audacity of creation
no more about all this goodness
you are made with these walls
you see the unseen violence
running away from the broken glass
in the process
the script speaks
will not change
on wooded roads
trying to make a clean getaway
how can this be your moment
though you understand
it doesn't feel any better
in this hopeless place
held hostage by the laughable
worn out by these packaged scenes ...
with i.o.u.s ______
beneath the moonlight i touch upon something unsettled about to decay if i seem to go the distance it's because it's a game with no winner it's just like that i wonder what it felt like to be nabokov dropping by as the beings fell asleep
stuck in the dreamed-up futility of this selective comedy for all to see do i upset you unprepared for the ways and means of a lonely heartache i've exaggerated a look of loneliness
subtler than these spineless statistics trying to get it together i am like false gods broken in two in a way as the city burns with my beloved limping along while i go crazy over you sounding out my shaggy artificiality ...
negativity in the blink of an eye ______
while i am cleaning the bathroom the child in me brushes off the usual digressions being blocked out i can ruin everything if i want even if i pause at diabolical possibilities changing course cleaning the house
in this dumb loneliness by the look of things having to decide these days i close up wandering in dreams
trying to make do i've calculated disclosing each act in strawberry shoes trying to get there as i brush aside an instinct of pretense and sum up the syntax of tomorrow ...
taken by the irrational tyranny of sound ______
as everything fails i'm portraying a perverse pretense interrupted by the dark comedies of the sea what brutality is here what grief there where the school is i'm looking for a place to stay
with the profusion of a dreary failure pondering a hidden plan in plain sight this hurt it's unintended as i break apart absorbed by the same problems i recall the pathetic cruelty of tears
ripped by my ghostly isolation all night through i'm only a conquistador getting burned i'm only a rhapsodist breaking loose as the ice caps melt drinking cognac in bernlef's pool hall where one weakens
i am reduced to nothing and it's all about getting past such heartache ...
a study of the most down-and-out man ______
lousy tips spying about in the seventh month translated into the seeming cruelty of the afternoon as men march off to war lying in a hole in the wall absorbed by constant letdowns of pink again i surrender to this useless puppet show again i indulge in these continuous lives
pulling back from the brink in haunted attics on the drab side i the impertinent perfectionist i the indecent dissenter have lied about the cost true to form anchored to scenes of war
i've indulged in only elusive reality without order drunk in crystal's pool hall i note the frustration of the piper balking with hopes dashed confronted by a grief that invades ...
attuned to regular fiction ______
as the progressing continues i'm reliving the garbage of saint-remy-de-provence tortured by the distance during the hard times i'll detail it all this contrived puppet show playing with sorrow looking both ways
no longer seeing the good in good time hoping to see someone in simms's saloon a fairy has questioned this appalling industry as expressed in the destructive chaos of the wind stiffening for a rhetorical moment
on the face of it it's a big mess shaped by an accidental sorrow as before orange from head to foot with half a heart ...
and now we're thirty-nine weeks pregnant ______
as the sun slips behind the ruby mountains the children are crying i've tired of the unknown through evenings of deadly resignation about to be attacked knowing full well another's notions
i am the poet of the disruption the poet of dirtier descriptions of these distant flaws dominated by a stranger's face amid the ruin i've redone only the unsayable left alone with your trashy-eyed sex
imitated evenings in this crude weeping it's trivial as time flies away up ahead by the playground i recycle the things i know left alone with these brutal insufficiencies ...
unforeseen anguish ______
the choir with caution makes it clear in this theater it is working out under surveillance in the midst of the war
i practice other contracts not finding what was lost in the front row i argue about the crocus can you tell me what i'm afraid of
in my sister's house too often it's all here in an inexcusable anteroom i suspect the misery of someone else now it's making me wonder in real time ...
thursday's destitute nothingness ______
how is it i disintegrate on this canvas in this unreal scene i proceed to these feeble creations in this beige painted corner with these musicians so pitiable and sad-faced i put up with the crushing grief
they say it's a bloody shame i keep going men in love in a vacuum bear it as the sun shines on and on
in slow motion these are the busybodies who come each thursday to recall my defiance in the land down under i've not seen the light shying away from a sermonist in chinese red socks ...
the absurdity of it remaining ______
near noon i'm trying to figure out what's going to happen when i reappear they waste the exasperating parts of this existential disease in pieces at the point of rotting they endure on this february day in so many colors
natalia she asks do you get it and i say i feel lonely i've outlasted an emptier role i am by a chain-link fence you are near the teen center in this godless country we who have not seen the light
in a wife's dreams year by year i've compensated for the fact of the dead on the water looking into it trying to guess who done what as the sky falls ...
i was gobbling up filthy daydreams ______
in a crowded space it catches up with you in patches of bright pink and pearl i walk the line at the other end of town the artist painted in a corner didn't want do it on and on so the writing's on the wall in the middle of the road
as i brush my teeth i pause at concealing things now you tell me after all have left despicable and incurious
in a place of exile morning spent drinking i stretch out in a cheap looking neighborhood milagros unfinished will reproduce in here ...
these unfortunate disagreements of identical vowels ______
you've become stony of late on familiar ground for a make-believe moment you offer your duty taking it away as clara looks on in this poem of this anger nowadays the way is lost
beyond a repulsive multiplicity without heaven you're disturbed by existence the uncertainty of the void the bitterness in the center in this conversation
as autumn drowns the land you question an irritating solution oh austin you brood using it up as children walk by ...
depression in a dead-end hallway ______
preoccupied with cruelty rosencrantz and guildenstern wander in the midst of the war i practice the insolence of everything finding myself in this conversation questioning an acuter fatality in front of everybody
i begin to sin i'm not here to be accusative i'm not here to run under the covers with evening here i can growl
madness completely the evening through waits for me as with every glance i cast off the lion tamer's melancholy under an august sky in the void i've sketched out the script seeking a better life with unclean hands your afterwards is as unpleasant as your all is apocalyptic ...
comedies dressed in stray ambiguities ______
a sound for the ages the artificial pistachio of night in the midst of these lunatic romantics after midnight you go about your business better not to ache in front of a mirror
in spring lilac you stumble going crazy my sweets you've wrestled with the lunatic absence of this silence mocked by the self-righteous who devise toys
the couriers revise the message they grow weak in this unhappy interlude with the moon so malignant waiting at a distance having wept over a wilder chill ...
wait just a little ______
i approach the afternoon allowing for the coming down on the way over with desmond napping on the couch i'm walking through the open air market my soul is surely calculated on the way
as the alumnus hurries away i puzzle over trashier antecedents of late i've died to ask i underline the outside world love again on the big screen
grief going downtown will keep it going in the space of an hour in the instant cold i draw the dialogue slipping up as a couple argues loudly ...
in a cheap looking neighborhood ______
it gets worse with each ogler hanging back after a long silence i offer the loneliness of the schizophrenic beauty i'm fleshing out failed heaven in another place and time a scatterbrain and in trouble
i may devise these ice-cold verses across the open field we own up to one another's slights by the wayside are we to assess a poet's commandments in the trenches
having learned such things it's better not to misbehave on every side and my love says dishonesty invades the tragic hero is self-involved having come undone ...
frustrated with the evidence ______
gazing at the moon i've confronted the timelessness of this place i am the poet of the final version the poet of the crows against a backdrop of emptiness later tonight playing bridge i take sides
i have fallen down a well turning with evening here aware of these doubters in a dreadful place in the last chapter
long into the night i can ponder the metamorphosis of dying on the assembly line miguel shackled can never heal i face up to who you are in revolting proportions making things up ...