paley pelin (97-98)

flight

under i over
shallow wine crossing
a parakeet lost interest in talking

next to among
rock against rock
thinks not of roasting the duck

while aneither
dust book may burn
her raven will not return

even one ever
ever one even
suspended in air
seagulls so fair


song

trying to should is at make
well me just off and about
say that I
feel of my
reasons luck easy enough

story but at least again
these are some lost of its eyes
most goes but
on level
they more turns surprised and like

can this than chekhov himself
that is by time wasn't silence
keep thinking
that really
heroes of comment on rate



        silence
     back tracks
        against
     white calls
        of iced winter

        in front of
     wall-sized window
        behind

        the scenery leaks in

        erotica
     shivers
        anatomical

        runaway sleep
     jumps me
        dishabille dream
     give me your disease
        in (social) tuition


they are as tired as you look
rather just ever
vanilla wine drips
        from the syringe
the known of state gained informed mainly object

or she is to familiarity
the wherever there
civic camel smell
them gingerly mix
collect your petridish assemblers

head fact head
nutrition red
anything to abstract vision
more feudal voice over waking mountain
it's penetrating white
        is exceedingly
somersault pregnant


silence strips itself nude
in nebulous insinuation
unmoglichkeit
between midnight and dawn
time convolutes itself

triply balanced nonchalance
of spirit loosened spirits
on the back of watery bravery
trance danced the dance
but walked the stars

your proximity gives off
viscous dorsal vision
traumerei
to savor and pamper
you blessed moments

both self-haunted
we saunter unproved mindscapes
hinaus-zukunft
we cruise past third
toward a vague self-defined second


                1 to 4

        waves drift
        between sky-blue and skin-pink
        waves spread like balsam

        i move through streets
        or jellyfish swim the seas

        waves of uncertainty,
        waves of pleasure,
        they trans-mutate into each other

        framed sky-blue against skin-pink expanse

        grid waves
        of an island's horizon
        infinite finiteness caresses the eye

        laws of storms
        out-of-focus
        waves of storms
        of grass

        the distant flapping of wings
        one sky-blue and one skin-pink square fly around the room
        on the wall
        hidden in two separate oblong strips of 1 to 4 ratio
        
        reticent
        they flap their wings
        they are the heart of the wave


        love is winter in the sahara
        a painful relief from the heat
        and excitement of the everyday

        enthusiasm is like a commercial
        an orgasm
        chilling to the bone

        couples think they are birds
        dark crows 
        sweating in the sun

        spring arrived in a single hour
        the animal is awake in me
        eager for green and females,
                and trees to climb


udder and gill,
march i may

like roaches run in every direction in the sudden brightness of a kitchen 
so blows the wind today
the smell of dust, plastic, and electricity
church for sale
or more collateral pre-afterthought
from march to may
only a humble catkin
unmotion
noon sun blows
some creature, all udder and gill
my pen springs in my palm
creators and pimps and regulars

their girl holds a glass sponge
march i may,
let's pour another shot of soy sauce


my lovely photogenic
repeat what i don't know
if pierced cartilage for us
the idea of holy and ivan
biodegradable words sieve through between the teeth
the alison of symbols
by dismount
let a parrot-nest unclock
itself
ever-silver
had he not been killed he would have committed suicide much earlier
utopian busrides
order me!
of reliable and predictable coincidences
to be a misanthrope to be a humanist
when we quote when we speak
beer & brass


bright green bits of light zigzag everywhere in the air
dogs lean out of car windows
seasons
square leaves
perpendicular and in counter-phase
symptoms
seaweeds
analogic of co-operation

contrive me!

a higher level sophistication of not understanding
has but two places
between the library and the pub
to play the pianist
to thicken the plot

silver sandpaper rubs feminine green
sanitary white
solitary taste for injury


                       poem triptych

though sudden                                   your seven
though actless                                  arches into torso
guess spired in patches                         to hold
silvery dust’s idle sparkle                     soap-skin softness gleams white
i sent for my thoughts                          of the night
boxes in her image                              moons and sweet fruits of your curves
green sea clevered us                           alaugh they wink
which were                                      your breast brush love against my chest
thin leather gossamer                           we entangle
from torn phases unrust                         we groom

                        thus with forest ago
                        such sinewy glow
                        like two ferrets
                        play, press close tow gay spirits
                        exposed on top of each other
                        under a shooting star
                        those who cling
                        shall belong
                        deep blueness flows around warm
                        that it us so charm


my black is yellow
my blue is brown
on the other side of the heavy balcony a 70-foot drop
notches of silence groove through the streets
red plastic, rusting scrap metal, broken windows, and splintered
        table-legs wrap the edges of daylight
flesh stands proud
a don’t-need-no-nothing feeling fills the air
storm stands still in the narrows
i squeeze my consciousness through a neck of time
from one deserted platform to another crowded riverbank
grey velvet looms above, drags itself slowly
clear water bounces gently in a bottle
whether you enjoy it or not it makes you feel good
    

it is its own discrepency
half-sentences spread their ends
congested in cipher
comb it again
those words or women
of stubborn cadence
it spills when it’s full

beneath the glossy rind
like tart gum cables
lie gypsy functions
waiting for one to labor at their subrandom arrangements

her enough is my ready

saucy vacuum hastens
mornings and nights
out of thick office supplies
then graft it with drift syncopation

it was cash for some
chess for rose
oh, target affiliation
per se
empty skates on fur
or urgent amonh configurations
smell of a contagious state


double (poem)

it's three years later than four years ago

pastel transgression glides by
for each
of old
barons and sages
revere and mimic
their kind

cerebral ransom
taboos sediment
contractions bend

tartar control
provided as an instant cerebral ransom

delta executive wing
consult the subversion council
on moderate trends
on blunt moves
or on monastic merits

it's four years later than three years ago

new age electric ostinato
behind hermetic aluminium seal
ultra normal

assorted asceticism

then the hidden stillness of empty rooms
hide faint vibrations
the serene borderline between stupor and inspiration
leaning against our senses

thus the emetic juggling
furry assets and muted canvases
in perpetual tie
parched chestnut wood
or binge drink
thing vision
make like

another roll of toiletpaper fell in with the laundry


shiny bearings 
roll on
with ease
also, abbreviated dreams
at a gallant pace
stride to elope
                           their protein aroma
                                   gags itself
truant visions
trapped in antidote bind
trade their recruitement terms
                                   bias matrix
                             of shiny bearings
                                meager to trek
designer faith cruises in limbs
and level ballast tapers
toward
inertly soaring attributes
                                      like due
                      prostrate invoice engine
              can but scan the dial for static
                                         digit
                               nomad panelists
besides
pan-psychology
in the custody of social imagination
its stringy tissue
excess-low
                             it is serial aura
       sowing the vast meadows of quasi-future
                                    consistent
traits swerve under siege
in spite of
or
in order to
evidence
                                  scented soot
                              of a forged dusk
                                         folds
                        over overpreyed shrubs
                             to contain itself