Category Archives: pool

…MARCH MIGHT LEAVE…

[Response to: Slithering across the green slime…]

reptiles impersonating each other under the moon. slimes swimming in acceptance of their own mortality. this is what he was with subterrestrial rats and alligators a united front. shimmying as response to turtle fantasy. boots squashing in sewage line dance. kicking to bust a gut. fourleg frolic when alligators open man-shaped jaws. improbable, rank, disappointing boats. sad murky face.

the kremlin stifled a yawn against a brick backhand of nostrils. it had been days since such figures of guts busted populating. a figure so busty you catch it with a train from a prairie. the train was hitting something and it was too damn big to stop.

you know how they’ll write about icepicks again and again and again . protect us. project protectiles from icebergs in the shining sea. revolution and all other things that die in a conveyance. each other under the light shining from a manhole. margins margins like glowworms from a harrow plying.

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…EVEN LONGER LINING EVEN NOODLES, ASK ELIJAH…

[response to “Because the land was besieged by the sea…”]

Brakes (v., tr., as against the embankment of memory)

A bushel that tiny heads grow out of is planted on the side of it. Great lackeys come by every day to stomp its sides. Presses a great seizure of the downtown. These are used in the photograph by the actual surveyors of the insurance busy sending the bushels downtown. They are thinking about how to actualize the business. Entirely on its own business, family of its own stilts. They send a whole bushel to any suffering family after they stomp their own bushels which grow in the water. Suffering them to sink a pool in a ring. In trust that on the escape of any exquisite corpse with a voice, this corpse will be made to recite a clear pool until it runs off into an estuary that will finally empty out into the greater body of its family. That the wind of the sea would empty. This has been tried in paper-making, tamping down the looser leaves of the body against the wind, but this did not grow the business because of the water, which is not a quick-to-push material, is not elastic, and runs off in the water. For the house that is a material seed. For the moment, as insurance against the sea, an earthenware bowl is used to photograph any bushels that fall, and whenever a house falls, the bottom binds up into a vessel.

[read the response: “Downtonw barely roughtown…”]


…WITH THE “TRITENESS” OF BANALITY SEEMS INCONGRUOUS…

[response to “Then, when digested masks settle…”]

// The Law of Second //

“And?”  The crack in the flan is solid but soft,
stiff-gelatinous, a cavern crag.  Hey Hey My
My playing a radio buzz on busted speakers.
All anyone can do just now is digest, recovering
from overstuffing bits of nothing of consequence
(“AND?” again, like a car peeling out over scratchy-
for-once Paul Simon); maybe a thought or two
seeping like, “How about a mint julep?” “What is
this, the South?”  Gazes snake rivers through a
pudding canyon looking, anything but answering.
The condensation beads on the surface and the
sweat has run down–long since–to become a pool
in a ring.  Rubber table cloth.  Need I mention?
Spotted spoons, clotted milk, and that incessant,
incessant “And.”

[read the response]


…FOUR CORNERS ALL OF THE WORLDS TUMBLED AND I CRIED IN A GLASS TOO…

[response to “Here, where ruptured vessels blossoming, a…”]

the raw spot of this
any sex in this yet
I have a gauge
the raw spot of this
I have a gauge
to say while it was on the way
the raw spot of this
any sex in this yet
to say while it was on the way
Greenwald I threw in
what not who makes it “blue.”
to say while it was on the way
what not who makes it “blue.”
between your nail and your fingernail
to say while it was on the way
Greenwald I threw in
between your nail and your fingernail
never never never again
Say: is
between your nail and your fingernail
Say: is
his place of worship without throwing it at him
between your nail and your fingernail
never never never again
his place of worship without throwing it at him
behind “sky” and “clouds,”
meaning from sad to glad to dad
his place of worship without throwing it at him
meaning from sad to glad to dad
there hasn’t been any
his place of worship without throwing it at him
behind “sky” and “clouds,”
there hasn’t been any
bonds are broken and stretched
putting the junk in
there hasn’t been any
putting the junk in
barriers can lie before fertilization
there hasn’t been any
bonds are broken and stretched
barriers can lie before fertilization
whose face is face powder
falling from up there, the word
barriers can lie before fertilization
falling from up there, the word
“There,” he says.
barriers can lie before fertilization
whose face is face powder
“There,” he says.
sitting and digging into the pool
this responsibility is irrevocable
“There,” he says.
this responsibility is irrevocable
through the sky breathing is easy
“There,” he says.
sitting and digging into the pool
through the sky breathing is easy
my chicken bones
never ever as happy as now
through the sky breathing is easy
never ever as happy as now
a rosary prayer and prayer
through the sky breathing is easy
my chicken bones
a rosary prayer and prayer
Say: yes
do not speak to me
a rosary prayer and prayer
do not speak to me
say the bruise exactly
a rosary prayer and prayer
Say: yes

 

[see the response:  “Standing here and not knowing what…”]


…THE STATE PROVIDES THE LINGUISTIC FRAMEWORK WITHIN…

[response to “Here, where ruptured vessels blossoming, a…”]

Reasonable Disintegration //

A Romance

An arm on the table and skin pooling

on either side of the bone,

his chin greases over

to a shoulder ball.

A rolling under

infant-barbs.

What a lonely hair.

I eat my own face today and it

tastes like creme brulee.  Sitting,

chewing the cud of my tips I think

I’m craving one more

follicle, congealed

confessional.

[read the responses: “Unreasonable Disintegration \\ A Satire”, and this]


…A FAT MONSTER THING THAT TOOK UP THE WHOLE OF THE GLOSSY PAGE…

[response to “Terminal things”]

Residue

“There,” he says. He picks at a curl of hard callus, pinching and flicking out. “It’s a flying Deuteronomy.”

We are not sitting and digging into a pool. It’s a granite mess at the
bottom, chipped away and ground. White dust in his fingernail but I have a
gauge, ease along the edges of the U. Putting the junk in a smear on a jean.
Is there a reason he was itching along the floor then, something to do with
concentration, or leftover grease and a pansy rag? His hair is matting.

One second we’re sitting without water and the next we’re under it, a pool
first empty and then brimmed, us suspended. When it’s gone we’re pasty with
the residue and eating liquid chalk on our mouths. My lips pretty smooth as
lips go, his like gnawed cobs. White gunk in the mottled bits.

I try to ease along in lines painted once a blue, these lanes for swimmers
all cap and legs. But fast he picks away. Getting closer and closer to a
flying–

“There,” he says, and I’m peeling from the floor all over again.

[read the responses : “fir forest. you…”“For your listening”, and “Then, when digested masks settle…“]


…WORKS IN VAGUERY WITH A PARTNER WHOSE TOWELL’S IT SLEEPS FILLING…

[response to “is interpretation about something else…”]

Terminal things

make a space for tall do it wall. the most common paper and the elements with it. i cut it in half with the nuclear literary aspects. able cussing accord. as in organum. to conclude. who who who who who. who aids but makes aids for every letter. blood makes its way through. wash account. but fast is a life a letter. ankle smock. a small failing. two or three for hard men. arbor, as in agreement. from organ, from agora. small pieces of gloss and trees. the meaning from sad to glad to dad. not sitting and digging into the pool. never ever as happy as now.

[see the responses:  “Residue”“Alex cut himself on a piece of glass…”]