Cut drip

A chat every is

time a whole truth

and there he goes again

making me cry my opinions

weakening the slow inclined proverbs

until there is nothing but a negative graphic

were you to ask me to waste some time with you

to make a request I am not sure that I would do it

were you to say pretty things and leave me to wonder

if they have hidden depths or remain merely the skim

were you to get what you wanted every time you read me

a bolt of white lightning striking a muddy brain repeatedly

were you to begin to predict your reaction to meeting here

I would cry out please, I can’t stand it any more, let me go

I will demand that words begin in an affect of truth

an excessively painful hammer misled so

Lovin’ arms (for Etta James)

Below our between gone fucking

Hours in the darkness dreaming

Together we are beginning luck

Something, simply beginning

Something perched on a fallen tree

In the woods at twilight a big stag

Thunder on tracks tuned up the voice of this atlas to the max and

boomed home stoned on the buzz of sexual expectation, ran the past.

How ragged times undoe those

Joys of exploration, Katharine. How

construction is cut through unevenly

even in these processes of being built.

Trust longed for yet undermined.

In the pipeline the shot still grass

From which no smoke drifted.

Happy-go-lucky lost the day.

1998 1998 1998 1998

1998 traffic

1998 heating

1998 cranium

1998 humming

1998 low

1998 sounds

1998 sequence

1998 rhythm

1998 drone

1998 system

1998 function

1998 nerves

1998 air

1998 fast

1998 thought

1998 

A poetry, into A brandy doorway falling

forwards onto bathroom tiles to wake up

with A mouthful of bloody ivory stripes

in the hospital Holding A shaded service

of thinking Close to the onset of broken

discussion. A poetry reflected in A forgetful

liquid A living light tattooed on A central

frame A violent sweat engulfed an open

steam cat-wind set to emo-croak rested

 let staying free headlights protected.

Who knows what I’m s’posed to know

these days i kiss the bruises of the patterns

on your wallpapers i feel A hand caress my new

tattoo i look at you and you are here on paper

you are alert to every movement of the eyes

on you in A ripple of glass and a-rain-soaked

doorway reflected sandy yellow upwards

from A partly icy puddle on A midnight street

in winter. Soaked the smell of pine smoke

from my bruised fingers. Rose wet leaves

the thicket night rain rested, the options

on the face of poetry oddly altered.

You like it when I take the initiative

But you don’t like it when I don’t take

the initiative you want me to take

I find it hard to know what to say

When I am asked to explain what

I meant when I said I didn’t know

What I was expected to say

and an 

am abuser abusing abuser abuser forward 

And in 

anybody abuser abusing abuser abuser forward

yes i know

but i had no clue which one you were quoting or riffing off of

yes   i know

no

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perfect

no oint

point

I <3 yr typos

Your typos

leak wisdom

Without regulation there is no air

Traded aspects of bread are divided;

Between dirty roots-down thinking

Controlled and unproductive lives

Related demand to rank dependence

And sanctioned moaners bleating

Prayer.

The vegetated crops are disposable

Forms; corrupt and impermissible

Sexual publics, starving behaviors

Dreaming, bloodshot lives of liquor

And sanctioned monies weeping

Prayer.

In an economy of regulated activity

And peopled enactments, promoted

To cook the crowd into a tank leader,

Then punch the can until its square

And sanctioned flunkeys tweeting

Prayer.

Enacting the tensions of a reluctant life

O Appalachians, we tried the product

Treacherous groupthink collective assumption

We haunted this production

Through relationship relationships

Enacting an American shtick

And carrot thinking speaking

Watering the boyfriends intentions

An unhappy family of experiences

How badly was our haunted refuse honored?

To support  group dominant

We indulge the nevercheatedon

Recognition of a boorish situation

A boring and reluctant cathecting

Dominant sex between difficult sparks

This more financially individuated unhappiness

Bringing recognition to create arguments

Who gives a fuck about privatization?

Giving companies a profit for imprisoning people

Who gives a fuck about that dictator Kim Jong Il?

You know who .... gives a fuck! As a result there

has been a fraudulent privatization of the state

accumulated wealth, that is the wealth all of the citizens

contributed to accumulating, and that wealth has been

redistributed, into the hands of less than all of the citizens

in fact privatized in an acoustic version by The Triumverate

River Band, who released Pass the Buck. The next empire

with any luck, No one really gives a fuck, Go, fuck about

on Xbox and forget about the rest of the disorientation;

a state bonding activity for self-sufficient repayment.

The American people will never understand cream

So who gives a fuck about privatization?

Environmental Foam

The faucet in my bathroom is a Delta and

I turn its run to gushing when I’m brushing

My teeth the bone fishes and I blush

Thinking of how my brushing my teeth

In such brash fashion is both further

Polluting and depleting the environment

     In which I live and brush my teeth

His mouth is masked by gathered leaves

He wants to sleep before he fucks me

                        First he squats to dream

                        He is a mud-caked pig in the woods

                        Showing his enjoyment of the moment

                        By belching

                        His dick spurts blood as i cap it, drink

                        To dance around compliance

Compliance assist

Our inner life become an institutional benefit

Enshrined in the form of a report on research

Undertaken. Co-managing our dark environs

Need sated behavioral use of the health sets

Provided. The private thing, a comprehensive

Plan. Compliance on common streets assessed

Assistance. The flowers of our tight collective

Federated standards enforced across the land.

Outer world deviations can go post their bans

In vain. Walking the minimum services alone

Life-remedial transport shot encouragement,

Out of the cradle, a knowledge of retirement.