Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset





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24 September 2012

Ill-battened hutches



Phonic-bound consciousness, by digital emblazon
delivered so to guffawer surveilling
margins as if I would not kiss, literally
for the life of me, mystical
self, bone-culled frailty
scythe intoning to bitter knees
unblemished chlorophyll and deveined graphite
-this versatility of form, championed valedictory
matter, rarefied loveliness that is you
trove liberated in feet's wake
dispelling loves myth, furlough in bluster
scuttling, gladly greeted as stranger;
     just one second - where have we
     fumbled more heartily, a Bessemer to gauche
parboiling turnip and mustards
green semaphore, by not meaning
what I intend, breathe, vulcanize of experience
doeful, toward cessation of revealing
formica shuttled with power drill
into cement, still further into gravel
eventually soil and crumble
anchor unwisely cast purloin's distraughtment:
blueprint's all gone to shit, unfurling
directly into rags; I foster glitches
     promise, never become smitten
     except in service of Hyde, be
     witch's I, buttressing ascertainable
metronomic, gravity alighted
plucker on frothing string, throngs
neck of civility, to which we gait
tubularly cast divine into finity on the hour
and we made that up as well-
done! Now stomach the sight
of enfeebled, smutty man infesting chronicle
for all desiderative, I bow but do not
wither for a sign wringing my hands from afar
ascent displacing utter tractibility...
Waveforms empowering disbelief, command belief 
into those for whom anything, that yet may be
something etch-worthy litigates, abberant, searchless
deferring rest, which is more than
will be said of, schemed on
sustained with, settled for by me-

12 September 2012

a breast on the fingernail moon

spy I whiplashed the wane of
jacking off, I think for you

suffocated and siphoning
minerals up up up spare

touch that darling
pinkens virginal witch brew

mended in minestrone cauldron
by blooming parka's swallow

fantasy toughens up sound
grumbling roll in solemn dawn