Steve HALLE
Before his first steps, he’s off again
funnels of rock smoke charnels of purse. this venus arm found alack a hand in pumice. "fuck you" besmirches the monument but "if" is monumental. spit smears to wipe words an "it if" the missing arms about me. what Stuart Dybek's rough tumble tangible Chicago nay-say air ozone alert black steel rumbles in waves of snodgrass? how about melanomic mornings at no-nose cafe? another cup supple bubble incarnation the beast lives thanks to guitar and compact trashes styrofoam and sudden infant death sesame street. glasses are drug enough the arms of the valley launch as wisps of orange zest in smoke. or sawdust yields to flame. syndrome: the plague of the death sculptor in reverie embalms everything covered in silvers and grays. sunset crater storeroom or portrait profoundly addicted to asleep the outstretched arms of a minor goddess. he lifts St. John of the Cross up to the tree twelve or so nights ago he feasts venus she sleeps. the usual distance from subject the camera attache briefcase spyglass hill walks the long view dimple the longest ball. listen to the smells of subway greats. buskers deal the death of masses for coins etc. or night amasses. pentagraphic videos fingers walk with keys the ivory box my coffin my hand up from the swirls and froths he disbelieves my ship aflight my fools in the hold. charnel house the high sierra void and breakdown bluegrass banjo the handless lover of fire in the airport en post en route. the hunger of desert or maelstrom siren tune to heavy arms so over whatever and out slash off. snow altho beatified while happening rug burns and after a broken arm no venus to rise midmorning nothing for my periscope hand or her telescope love or god sodden eyes over microscope, discovery! live at the five spot seven nights.
Adding background to your body belie
all i feel is see. the plunder! the looting! crest & belch. it's cold in books and you don't learn under impossible combinations. scholar's count this non-pear Western Night pine cone at the envy of violence. gray enough pray you say me say mean. the lamb of guest without template for many nightyears said buttonlike. there was something quiet in the way light entered her and what she's written in. J.J. says to me from across miles human flyscale whitecaps. the other side of the river receives a telegram interpolated. green space opens to minerva. sutra suture: the art of medicine breath...my word...ah, there! tambourines again frenetic Saint Patrick the keeper of serpentine purgatories. American lawn novel larval models England this earth, this realm up the slide instrument muddled trombonist burning for the ancient high- risk royal kings. roil in our war surplus. taut lies change lightly andante. shrubs in leaf of starflake falls like fingers under which i hide. water in midsummer moccasin, Chaucer, a heaven of Anne look-alikes fall-shored, sanded alabaster and bloodied. in flat country the ocean, the trough & yaw slap my eyes shut a salve of nearbitten, nearby.
I don’t know what he brings but he brings something
post-a totem too strong to black. knot of in-between faces symbiotic upon you i crawl before you i stand sinned and six legged. perch-lined into blood borne before a feast aficionado Octavian. all night battles heat-cold paranoiac. pastoral. suburban foothills decorated, gnarled animals like wild god post no wasted. horned owl. hawk. turkey vulture. wool mitt scrape silicone runs raptor turn in tools. come drum or durum a duration in hold. blue satin wreck arctic art-tic and what her feet cannot be saved or salved. fingernails and off i fly self-inflicted moon-winged wild goose liver her pate in drink. o her sweet harness in a theoretical system of superfluidity. never her battered then bad her blue madder than mad at the crack of her facts gone chin-up like an underlord. souled on a fowl but roll treated like rodents then grow til you growl the never senator. satansaints redacted if shadows were shadows to frag.
Follow the gps to French lick and connotate
umpshot flu and backboard vomit, a porcelain headstone and legend. years and four knees, lawrence, nicked under linen like memory, whiskey without oblivion, lenin w/o funny nose glasses. the body remains jersey for sex, my skin olympian. if you strain, the anthem plays, but not every time. punch drunk i fall off the pedestal. drunk drunk i curse jordan country or man. dunk dunk void or vessel or void of vessel, the shim of desire is whim or moment or pigtailia. for now the doors of perception planed and hinged. the white towel pantsed and all. if ever whether to wind the winner to violins. bounce bounce the marble into infinity on the crest of the powderless mirror. a mother to us.
Tila Tequila
among Mémère memoirism & Menominee i lie to lay lay to grow & grow to wrinkle my smoke can in hand pent-up lath pap to pacify the bee box that young man raps upon skulls you said yourself the arbiter of streetlife and nightfrond that warmonger! you said in stumps sell me her fins Merman ensnare in sails too deceive or delay dally all the concrete of north-pointing roads i am one woman my conversion Arc-like van bears mud-flap ill on folly the clothes of the dead are suffixes not found in obituaries how i loved my sugar peas my drug i strained to drag her the river the falls over rot algaebloom above dark tresses and tails where's she hidden? the ardor's remorse inlet in lemon drop ponds the current an eddy of often or over we cracker her diligence one afternoon tea la la Tristano and bloodhounds aforethought aroma amidships the timbre of August the flake of its zephyrs to folly midwinter to spring it confounds all the ices gone icing chase after our hounds the opossum transfigured deadly tubers abound and crushes of stone polished solid i write what i do when i do it i'm writing life life is all writing in script encode encrypt kneel flower sting pray dust and if a remember then a corpse to redress.
Phlebas from Waco a fortnight
we exchange the being of January for the being of mid-April. dvds like stonehenge the monuments of the past second life living is reliving, credits roll. police rap rapt on the backseat of our subego subcompact. and what we do there gets bootlegged. i'm mileage running—aileron over airport to airport a runway late model consumable. the snow drop of Denver lovers the raindrop of deadlands O'Hare tailwind to windless Logan. i zagged over Rhode Road. i swam jigs in current looking for suspended teeth of deep fried meat. winter's figures mistake ghost roses for energy saving bulbs. what light shoots up nights makes perennial malaise. my midspring mind runneth over the churchbell of doggerel not dogwood. this ghost hand landscape no better for describing my father's fingers figures in flowerpots of dust and dander. all night shelter from water. tub rings rust over porelain hard water lover rings white on Egyptian cotton we middle our love to cupboard if indoors to spite the cruelest month's mud blizzard. not a word but radio or fingertip. the oblong of pigskin synecdochal for disappointment bounds away screen name her pen name was Shay Lampasas, Texas but i say broken shoelace to remind of phone lines.