curriculums

raze is word resort to
we have reached levels new and now
you are no

t anything at
all i.e.
vaster by leagues
right little here in thoughts
leveling our neurostructures with
who else cares bombs

raze is happen soon for so sure
that it isn't even FUNny
haha this means you, makers
you making for you or else
building up moving forward
from ten miles away it looks like a wavefile

and where ideas got loud
yeah those were moments alright
and the curious children might wonder
why fallen so far to the drycracked earth
they shattered not as hard
and the pieces did not melt the way
the littler thoughts did

raze the tip of all our tongues
but we tell the child
ren all kinds of things i.e.
vaster by leagues
are this or that ghostworld
when what their all parts
need is a moment snare

threes

crush is worth

the burn just

to want you

push past teeth

my pink talker

sing badly how

bad the ache

can be love

call you love

my pen dares

but nothing naturally

page stuck matters

petalled pavement girl

grassy silk underfoot

out where home

ever is yours

petals coil toward

the mute weaver's

trapdoory house redly

want you worth

the hot work

first love

perhaps, First Love, we should have never

named our only child Forever

connubial dream

a groom moves

past girl-phantoms in folding chairs

on freshcut lawn Where

stages start

varying pangs are still 

pangs

as you see i cannot

what a fool i'd be either way

a bride waits

for boy-phantoms in easy chars

on freshcut lawn There

if we do not opt out, we will be auto-enrolled.

the poison glow of the unanswer

ed question

taints its children

the void a child of god

conceived by doing nothing

tiny death sprouts

the (not miraculously) color

of guess what question

sharp weeds where

we planted lush tomatoes

my day off

same bed semi-felt dawns

of late mornings it's

did i sleep in sox 

or kickemoff in a comfort-

seeking writhe

balance down the steps no

i have bad brekky the bread

money tacked all over the housewalls

dreams were really

something some word

those fantasies balanced upon

mornings of late

pushed off the cathairy quilts

i've got the lonely

coldsprawling place to myself until

man on bus

whezzeeat?

oh he downup sevump street.

he-what?

right there on brotway.

izzitnow?izzitnow?

yesadeed. downup churchachicken

yes he deed. 

he-what?

mmmhmm. he up badda staw bux.

who you talkin to baby?

mmmhmm.

he up on brotway.

downup sevump street.

churchachicken what-wuzzitnow?

nineteen seb'mdaseb'm.

downup brotway.

jack london square.

wuzzita cheeseburga

downup'm burga king.

mmmhmm.

he set what now?

lord please.

will you turn it DOWN?

been listening to you since berkeley.

shut the FUCK up!

sir, i think she wants to call out the stops.

ain't stopped since berkeley.

gem hunter

is there anythought stingly as heavy

as i don't know

do not stingly most hours we so want to?

for all you ache for, youngly 

she is a kind of everywhere

damned, he found

(lucky fool)

a gem on his first journey

which, happy monks and joyous dead, 

desires do we young eschew

tethered like wild hawks somehow

to bodily greed?

and is there, worthy gods and trustable livers, 

such an animal

as spiritual greed?

the fishergirl

thru berries and curled leaves on foamy waves

a pinewood boat pushes

imbuing the saltsea with evergreen

lying numb blue in the cold seabed i

reached up into a whish of warm

knew i then she was a-sail above

the undulations of the cold sea a fraction

as beautiful as a silk strap 

snapped into her skin i icily dared

poor beautiful swimming fish 

closing saltburn eyes i know

the animals are losing

and wants are winning

and cants are sickly sweetly spinning

the oh so gorgeous captain cannot

(honeysuckled braids)

her lures' shadows discern

yet they sharply stripe the sea

a-writhe like heat 

from her darling boat (young pinewood!)

one invisible line especially finds me

half-buried in cold sea-gravel

it flashing in quivers of dull sealight

the gold hook, stinging like unwanted fate

grabs the corner of my mouth

inspiring a bloodcloud to coldly bloom

lite venoms

painful pushes must happen

lest our lagging

births things like infections

yes kinds that verily kill you

not lite venoms, love

the tart types

whose metal tang your cells

indeed at some depth recognize

as drawn out last rites last right

to where you stop being