Death, where ~

.

a lovely
place to say hey... I
see through a
God. a
proximity of that sleep
through an indication of the sugar~silted dregs
of the neighbors already sown in front doors and
we here?

only nice
things that same & slow.
soothing. singsong. speaking.

So full of important points
to be. there was unfamiliar to
go whizzing by.

{3} use dirt from other, dust Bowl

happily~ever~forward
A child,
as a temperature?

Unfinished business will
be
returned a young adult

and mourn the perspective.

{4} ramifications or utilitarian applications

dirt is
in a
little war with the clouds

That dirt is incontrovertable proof of existence
of a question

but I stood in a philosophy that
said when I put on my secondhand leather
coat, my demise will never plant anything
scruffy.

{5} certain schools of Death

share the truth of rain, each
condition inconsistent with wild
abandon;

Posted by a paradox and
Martha
Stuart
Living .

{6} In denial about whether Buddha would

{the flight of ettiquite}
{the formality of dissonance}

love or question the situation

{7} been working for a step closer

crazed
with rooting compound, &
augmented with something,

. Now, planted
by edgar at night
now I tried
to lounge outside.

{8} Mousehat: Koan

an ersatz zen Master
nearly two Cents and
a literary device.

{9} harder to accomodate the winds

{i} wafting like an empty metro station at Ikea

This morning, blue~
grey rainclouds were edible, some
chartreuse~yellow marzipan, poppyseed
paste and a whimsical sense
of banana peels, & carrot
scrapings and
one, of blackstrap molasses

a jar of a
paradox in a
transient golden haze

~ or ~

later, this morning, blue~
grey rainclouds were crouched
like chaff.

{ii} the overall implication being:

irrelevant . incomplete & likely flawed;
but
it, heartened me either
way...

{10} but I wasn't finished yet

No I imagine that I have been
rewritten: The
Land especially in
between; mindless habit and so
clearly, the world of
stories

I've been rewritten:

{11} sucked out the kitchen window

hell will look as if
a tornado has
ripped through my
blog

{12} a month later. this little war

the Other Side. :: absurd. ::
absurd. :: :: absurd. :: ::

maintain dignity... maintain, maintain, dignity...
maintain, dignity... maintain, dignity...

{13} lukewarm, rinse for closure

her mother. hates
you all right

{14} on the fragile note of people

first darkness
is infinity in addition to

against us the flight
of Life, Why have the fragile
note of observation, the

{15} reconstructing this accident

as a Handful of Buddhism contains the
other Person
I have
it.

To
grab past my lifetime
then you understand. Because I have broken
beyond all
reference of expectations.

{16} Initially, I am crazed with many humans

I thought: My
feet.

I saw
Despite conclusions from my feet.

I
saw Despite countless accidents;

the same dilemma of perception

{17} a lovely title for pearls.

They are breaking
my heart, of snow
as an
indication

{18} And a chapter of you

I
just want to read. me.
this summer, in the
evenings when
he
expected the stove and conscious
effort; So. so visibly devoid of the
whole kit & caboodle of Official Cheer.

{19} today I bought the sun

Omens
of pop culture villans everywhere; leaping to explain
it succinctly

{20} real ir/rational corners

Glasses
of
frost had dissolved into
idly chatting about being asked why.

a mathematical
constant, represented
by their propensity for closure, constantly thwarted by

voices, the years,
ago
now, the bad omens, maybe.

{21} map of a whorled green thumb

*, but
in my mum there's

all the situation in between
each change of Death,

those metaphysical insights & events that dirt has
come across; so laugh. :: :: This day, whenever
I have it,
still one
has passed. having a Wake, having accepted

garden as narrative.*

{22} reality, broken up into manageable bits

we poems use
words as illusions use
sight

{23} something went one way. that had two voices

I've been loitering lately in the
situation there. was, doubtful ~~ books Also said,
I finally had to dilly~dally shilly~shally
willy~nilly it's still inexplicable to
follow up on it went baboom,
been turned inside~out. of the application
of foreboding and
I really It totally creeped
me what I can
be behind in

{24} to be a Great Sugar~Cube into the bits on the dirt

the fortunes of
snow as an unspoken
slant

show
off the whole kit & caboodle
of moist sweet earth, fully developed
like impossibly exotic,
charmed & strange
minuscule albino hummingbirds.

{25} gifted with Extreme Caution

It was tempted
today I know those
summer evenings when I
go. Personally, I love
me. to get by.

{26} the paradox is up early

morning, only obliquely/peripherally via
unbidden phantom smells

to savour the maw of
observation,

browsing amongst other
people, so late to the
garden

the price
of observation, the evening,
Primrose; & Night

{27} window.passing

the added bonus, the
aroma of human presence

beginning to call our
crop of wolverines.

And my
first thought was

I've entirely forgotten
good. things like, periscopes

{28} fallen crumb of thought

genuine?
Other things... start with it. you know. how
it should be with everything.

{29} a kittycat jumps on logic

wonder whether Buddha
would mean less than nothing
to wrangle. Not the
road?

{30} Speak softly and artlessly

Speak softly and it still is, geared to more room for
koans. not a
risk to
laugh, then out of ethics ~

{This day, prematurely
waned. Once civilization,
whereas the idea of chance
might be worse.}

one can reflect
upon suffering the newspaper clippings, present them, or,
on a little wrinkly bit
of chance, I might draw

Omens of release, full of Serendipity:
brought to this

a broad wink, and doom

{I am more crazed
than reassured by, their propensity
for Regal Self denial}

How will they have broken me for more koans

But still, honey bear

nothing else can mystify
like
a
License to
Wander

{31} organic matter the entranceways

We are, notoriously difficult souls
to shuffle
around here

{32} other gods would endear you beyond repair

Most western religions approach questions of an
aftertaste
of
control as
a different assortment
of neural quiescence.

{33} if you pass away, I consider myself fooled

to the eye
the Dust
was a spoon.
handle, I noticed it,
because evidently, nobody else
grasped it

{34} kick in} . . {front door.

eat. your immminent death, with its

head in a risk to keep from giving birth to

schisms of laughter

{35} a parking spot without the weight

the interesting bit of the
conundrum of Accidents

{36} she has learned Everything she starts threading

there is a crumpled & flattened
cigarette package
of Buddhism containing the
kind of this
Everything she
starts
on

you please excuse me... this Everything
she starts threading together a teenager

Here, will be
behind her mercilessly

he has ripped through the
threads unraveling; but this
Everything given you,

show
me yet another one
of any kind.

{37} memory almost a blushing over vast fields of a day

{a problem
child, as a dance troupe...
amongst
books.}

{38} mutedfaith

a satori of wolverines
a phrase of angels

{n} Postscript: Incidentally, I possibly

because of five minutes, I saw
conclusions I have in hushed tones. despite conclusions I wrote poems, or
else who would oblige me to think beyond my favourite why