Now Tell Time

The sun fell-leaf testimony-diary page
turner-shadow where humans lay
shrub-darkening. Bodies-transience, (all
fluid in there), non-stilted stilly-gestures
moon lap perhaps happens Neptune uncurl
June from earlobe remain—except
shores steaming: before-doctrine hidden giggles bubble,
each soap-sphere unique thumb
print un-circling death while
stampedes always
watch from outskirt. Not
mournful, gallows-presence—
Yes, sphinx necklace, turning of the shell, this
orbit reflection of a large
mollusk, and
at times must pause. Ribbons
water current in its dark, black
eye drip: rainbow, later
dries on a collector’s shelf.

The bodies part. Bodies of an owl
without movies to play their rhythms in
drumming in
out untying centers
notations of water, those
loves.

Digital clocks epitome of
spells turning stone. Neon. Clove. All flashes
of flies, pause.
Street lights. On a street. Dropped
from a hen in a window. Expensive
flashing parts at parts required: meet moonlight. Disbelieveable
diamonds charade steps onto sidewalks extending
centrifugal attempts
at catching:

“birth old age sickness death,”
dimensions for looking at the horizon,
blue slight meets pigment green, kind of
ringtones—distance isn’t believable,
it’s screens,
screens’ small pointillism keep
changing signals, the

story told in harmony, wow
vital, healthy:
gaping hole
in the sides
wearing a value
even power

loses time.

Faucet sky tomorrow in the
toilet bowl
mountain basin
beyond rim soaked
with hairs, even
ancient temple
memorizing horizon
in hypnosis—a masquerade
of talking fog
columns of smoke
never reduced to
Higgs;

water lapping stress
bottom of it
ribbed, splash
emotion-margins—

Today the children live in hiatus pushing away
the rapids of their sleep
themselves the rapids of
climate-masks wearing the sun—
not a mansion nor a shanty nor suburbia
“like there’s something wrong with me but
there is not,” (hotel:hollywood:brain) later

summer appears full-sky-sphere
surgically lifting grave sites out of spine
towards polka-dotted room
disappearing
when pottery-snow
touches

mentionable misses of bird headed multitudes. Beaks
dip in pond as
smaller birthmarks of space,
lips of the time-keeper’s life.
Harmonics:

mountain-wings vital
points on compass-landscape.

I’ll take you reverse to the blurgraphic, whir
non-static electric butterfly illumination, dimension:
laughter-shoes.

Invisible language for substantial alert for
unacknowledged walking-tombs. Presences.
As equal to negative space; the frame of her mustache.

“Hopping-cars beside water-roads
of quiet saliva”

Approaching pyramid precision of uniqueness.
The direct relating to the other; body-rhythm.
Dawn in the headlights of driving-fog; dense non-similarity
stripping shelter panel by panel
building a chair to talk from. Balance

as found exile.

Transporting into
another-where
synthesis binds us
to body-difference. Ah.
This architecture
riddled with shadows secured by thunder:
direct.
There a boat lurks and
water, quiet,
unsure

forest contain
waiting to pounce
upon
exact, silent, twitch.

Then contents exposed to argument.
Loss struggles to gain the
brochure, but the lies
are too obviously glowing
in nuclear

waste. Etching the human
machine driven earth to a standstill depiction, unignorable.

After time loses its
beating heart
an attentive pause appears
speaking a wind of hurricane-numbers
a virtue of

non-escapable ladders
clawing at the ceiling
until surpassed by their
coccyx ripening
into potato field bloom scent of

oval-photosynthesis-frying pan.

Calls move through horse-throated ice-cream
“getting late:” sparrow-tree
unlocking branches of the door
way and whine-shine-sways non-
robber robber
of space
the original Cain
pushing baby out
street-canal un
caught fly-jar
sugar
beneath crest
leaving brush-thistle
past tumble-shames
ravenous turret
wave ensnaring wry
tinted awful ointment
noses keepsake
particles parked
car-storm-drain
lid crossing pine
cone sweat, outside
glitter
chat trickle, awakens
hearth-breeze lamps
a cool ridge-emotional
touch of cold
drip melting ice

chime loss of
countdown.

Unthroat
face
regurgitate darkness
against wall

there staring
brick crevice “O
gosh” examines
examines dignity sitting
in front of paint,
us, the hallucinated
okay hair
and unravels
excruciating egg
yolk is
what you asked for, no
different in the inhale of a cartoon-bee
wax, skin uncloves
tendon, muscle, tissue
disaster disaster!

The machine on its feet
supplying yes to crystal-devas,
olive parenting dimness
ancient torches, ambulance levels
flame, tame the
brightness enchained
highway, nor
somber de
construct
lapses of
when
constitutes applicable, drift
wood resumes
stars—

O those moments, monuments
in flames, to watch
library built-twilight
with sand-hands
darkens shaded water to time’s
post of acrylic intent, the
tile work there
metamorphoses
metabolism
bulbous
clumps
to gorse-knotted
tree stumps

richness of a rotting piece
of clay! Pots

and pans the crystal:
never believe in the dollar, hooray
pauses unzip between from
machine’s illusory
metallic palm and
drives a wedge to unexamined
applause, the remaining
loop stands
stuck-area
zone trance
competing in
and against itself, the

fool of finally knotting
a beast, for a moment before
chopping John

the Baptist’s
head off, the-what-
we-must-to-survive-
toolkit, fools-mirror.

Lamps! Mouths! Now!
The spasm of tick-tock non-reservoir
again
full stone with its
cloud-hole
facial signature clubs the night
swim and thicket
jump a watch with
all these vases-costume:

(I never wondered if these people
were swallowed in the mouth of the giant balloon
co-created in misunderstanding—
of the necessity to explore chocolate—departures
of these necessary landings—were regal
and having been trigger fire Iraq happened brain
growing up processes cow
etcetera, lids
flashing adjustment, near impossibility, to
crawl up window sill, look
out, take
drink and carpet
a whole unpacking perhaps unhuddling space ship,
over, tossed bed blanket
release of under the
rug armpit hair, finally standing
surface tall, out of
refused palaces, her:
this golden, wait
submerged swamp
cleaving sandwiches, rolled
lettuce—walls falling
careless drops
slip out of distracted packets of
swallowed
crows, neglecting
slipped discs, now
stemming
wiggled stalk, rip
lettered
mast heads
alphabetic
sails of
white purpose, furnace
the unnecessary photograph,
piston sending urine to
bathe children in the cross
section amputee
of human speckled
with icing dusted off
chains, rust of
the ankle, myth
erase on pen tip, weed
out belongings, sitting, facing
wall sloshes and unabsorbs the
swollen
entrance examination deflation
pop, nothing—

memory circumambulates the time
losses of
non-arrival
moments waiting with
briefcase in hand
at the morning-
enjoyment-hotel
not
desiring train’s
entrance into
metallic-garden realm
of: indecision: destruction
of the lung, but

they arrive anyway—
motions
without purchase
for a
watch of
graveyard shift
in the body
of inserted
membranes
towards achieving
rides to
a gallery of
brains money
buys
not interested
accumulates
interest in
interested
bank made
geographically
monetary
accessible
immediately subfused
with
criteria dialectically
absorbing
rain;

loss softens the golden
necessity to
pour air
into a vase of
castle and bird
sing
beauty to
a boil of
realities for
faceless apparitions
to taste
nectar
of their own
immortality with
zero corners

drop of
all wishes becomes
hours
waking-wish, yet
without
a single last breath
time

runs
into nothing,
stares
through it
until hair sprouts on the head of
a garden its smile
laughter its breath
a wreath of
tomorrow
wearing
around time’s
throat

gathering
four seasons into
an inch of pumpkins and corn
reverse rotting
tassel leftovers
winged-sweeps
wind cove
around
blue fading
voices folding
overhead acres
into a mud-thatch snap-shut picture frame, the

archer, Eros
aims.

“Take those sacks and never return,” it,
whether man or female
concealed in
autumn whisper
its ginger voice
offers: plate of silver chipped
cookie-backed
mules:
“we ride” circus
shows
an embrace of escaped margins
hustling to
gain borders in each huff
of collar, stalking
white splats of
worn out gazelle
glazed into the unholding
palms of
flower dropped
crow song;

fallen watches
smashed laboratory
human sexual organs
populate the sidewalk, talking

at the never
lost of their
street cleaned oranges, embrace
curb besides hip today’s
silhouette
newspaper ridiculed
to pulp,
these organs
skull
against untorn
outdoors
bearing
kitchens in their
uninterrupted
gaze, under

the cloth we must
continue, not to
procreate but

razor seams with
realistic odors
encoded
pointed soot
pebbles to
mimic the okay
limits of harmony, ice
at fringe
caked in movies
permitting drippage
decorates
an extended
palm.

Rivers of which graduate
lakes and desolate
canyon wall to shoulder up
confessions, never
home spun, unbuckling
logic harvests
two
costumes of switch
puts fabric
time possibility
non-displaced
unthreading entanglement
shriveled leg
kicking spiders
as they gain air
in the gallop
of pounding commerce, the
shit

out of a bagged
horse fly, church
mosaic
never consumed
engine
palpable
palaces free
of I-36 south
traffic, hurling
hurling

hurling:
subterfuge

upon realm-dance
non-affiliated tribal sense

stomping out clocks;

I never liked wearing
one except in the senses;

another elderly
one gazes from wrinkled
wrist of shallow days

but never knew how
low the pond, he

was living
is.

Tensions of what
NCAR
echoes, non-
muttered demand of desire, who
can debate clouds

as they surround faces of
towns’ seeking—
everywhere pulse.

Drifts in an hourglass
outdate horses
not on
streets around
an admired
shop window of ghosts,
mirrors of automobile
norms, gasoline, leather

heave
tests curious
eyed
irises
dilating dialed
scintillated
amounts
of cone
rod about
building
hour-our
squiggle birds crossing
the 7:33 am
beep beep beep.

Shoes at eye-place or homogeneity
losing step in the decision
to troop elaborative conversations upon

vision’s envious desire
to nail a child on a wall
wearing talk imposed
house-toons, the
thank goodness this doesn’t happen

interrupts, unmodified
burst blister
triangle, wipes

time

as it oozes down the throat
of moment’s unburied parallel to ascension
meets dismantled cell phone
holes with whisper of warm
breath in actual ear

flashes irrupt:

volcano-villages on the
descending ice-bell
bloom a shower of
bacteria

scampering around the inn
swallowed carries of
armpits, regions
of rite observed
cordiality either suffocate or open
depending on utility of the relevant old folks home
or new born nursery station
as knowing when to press gas peddle.

Arriving at mountain level,
hands of these valentines
un-coast regions
in the difference of vocabulary
circumambulate waves of
an outer foaming wharf
deflecting patches of beaten
houses, timely lights

striking up matches in exit
contained landscapes
for meaning:

what it is to meet.

There were movements
talking with pillows and weeding

torpor from infused tinfoil
elephants, mice sized

elephants.

The bride and groom paradigm lose patience
and drown in the canvas of
sunsets, cellophane
couldn’t hold their bouquets
of elemental trials
to a tortured room
any longer;

the unstolen looks
of each other’s malfunction
communicated a watch for knowing
concealed grasps of each other’s limbs

wouldn’t meet the ride
of time’s bicycle in France
any longer, it

was spring.

Reorganized, reprioritized
speech patterns in chimps wearing clothes

undressing those clothes
breaks the scheme of something comfortable

to end with, there
is no guarantee a great watch will last a

lengthy time of gulls and flocks of memories

escorting joy
across a bridge of untouched sunlight,
no

crystal, unscratched
surfaces
enter a house, copulate
on the hand
of now—toothless
wizard-gazing
watch-ghost, the

absence of a digital
alarm clock—broken:

stroll
of what it is to
stroll

only
at
this
exact
tint

is
this
exact
tint

and
the
tint
is
only
what
the
tint
is

and
it
is

this
tint

only.

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