I heard that hard swallow at being told: no, you can’t;
The situation is too volatile.
Vulnerability.
(It’s okay to be enraged at potentially outrageous situations).
A shot fired. Guns.
A shot snapped. Cameras.
A shot of courage. Liquor.
Vaccinated but not contaminated.
The etymology of the epidemiological epistemology of existentialism.
The dose is the poison.
The poison is the dose.
Salk knew it.
“The dose reveals” says the allegory of Watson & Crick.
Slip tight the switch-blade to its sheath.
The danger is non-corporeal,
ethereal & dark,
and still
celestial light.
I carry naught
but A tad of “go eff yourself,”
caddish Minnesängers,
Mumbling into mics while the audience mouths the words
as they have heard them.
Metaphysical marching soldiers move back
towards Ohio.
Prodigious and prolific would-be prodigies propagating propaganda on the cable programs.
They repeat themselves between commercial breaks.
Ex-pats so fed up they repatriate.
The girl said: both these seats are taken.
I said: I see the capped drinks now.
She said: they are smoking.
I said: I can dig that.
A chick karaokes my favorite Little Mermaid song.
Quite well, in fact,
as she did not
make it
quietly.
The other girl I mentioned,
She said: this was my favorite movie as a child.
I say: me too. Hair flowing under water, huh?
The next gal sings
Jolene
/please don’t take him just because you can/
She sings it well,
to boot.
A guy steps up to sing
A love song
that includes a spell
of numbers that I do not recognize.
Then, he says he’s gonna call the po po
<A lyric simply sung>
He did not write/right the song.
And, I move back-sdraw
About nine years.
And, I wonder:
Perhaps it is no love song, after all.
/her hands are never cold/she’s got Betty Davis eyes/
Sings the next gal.
I sit, locked, like a female stag, sweet sorrels, and everything in between.
/prepositional end-
ing intended/
No-one is the Only-one
that knows me here.
Anonymity through close proximity.
And, Some-one yells: I don’t know what Betty Davis…what are Betty Davis eyes?
I think: Howlarious.
The smell of cigarettes drifts in and some fellow howls: set me free.
And, I wonder: can
anyone but you “unchain your heart and set you free?”
The screen reads: musical
break 12 measures.
I count to twelve
In-time
@ least I do in a different
pla(i)ne.
Musical break: 8
measures
He says: check, check,
sixteen times.
On-time.
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For other idiotēs, dummies, and Fools like me.
I repost because The Mueller Report is 448 pages long.
I am under the assumption/impression many H of Reps and Senators were too busy to read the full text.
The difference b/w an undertaking and a death march.
Time cost?
I must be confused.
me
me me
me(squared)
Meme.
What about I, them, they, and y’all, y’all?
[C] Igor’s [A] FIREBIRD.
SEE.
SEES.
SEEN.
SCENE.
SEAS.
SEA.
A kind, well-placed laugh saves lives and creates
leaves.
Prevents
leaving.
So does music.
These things are integral but can
reduce to simple vibrations
(sounds like baying bays) being
transmitted for transmutation into and via the very air, all around,
ampersand surrounding us.
Just a li’l trick.
Hip.
Tricky music.
Hop then trip.
Ewer.
Vessel; cistern; bota; boat; bladder.
Graal.
Grail; medium; (too short to push it.); contain-er.
Vassal.
Serf; indentured; unlanded,
(untitled).
《Qua Knight/semi-night/All~Nite》
How/l I appear: Howl I am: How I perceive.
mended pantyhose rationed during/for war/s.
P.
nuts placed for scared stellar’s
J’s.
Knights need not be brave, strong, or superior.
Knights must care, kindly, and try.
And speak honestly.
That’s all.
K/no\W
there are covert, cunt-try k/night\s, as well.
I,
i,
your Parçigal being
one:
1:
i
I:
i:
An empty vessel receives anything.
The stroller held no child.
She was me.
No alien but, perhaps, a stranger.
Foreign.
I walk the block.
Stalk the running ground.
Note where cigarette butts have
been discarded.
Curious cars cruise.
Suddenly, I breathe fire.
My silver wings unfurl.
They are cold, blue steel
this sundown.
Each feather a shiny, double-edged blade.
Sparks sprinkle behind as they strike the pavement.
I ‘walk like a giant on the land.’
A girl does not see the car approaching her.
I slam the metallic feathers
hard
against the ground.
The dear freezes before being in the head-lights,
and looks over.
Wings already retracted out of sight.
I shrug and give a goofy smile.
I pass A Avenue.
I remember someone wondering if they meant
An Avenue.
I find the fourway intersection at Hemlock & Main.
But, where is
The Avenue?
In/definite articles.
Derived and integral.
I h0wl fire,
flames forth,
[Silent]
Un0bservable except to the energetic-ally
Sighted.
The sun catches my flames and explodes into a sunset.
Pink and blue sky-eyes
Make a wish.
The haze and light will
Last
A bit longer
Still.
When your head is down,
the Earth continues
rotating on its axis.
Move forward.
Time travel.
The difference in
One degree change.
Rotational velocity.
Massive bodies bending
space-time like so many
bowling balls on a
blanket held aloft by four
corners.
Curves do not remain in vogue.
Curvature is vogue.
I spoke to the Lady Robot.
She gatekeepers for the Live Male representatives.
She was real polite
de-spite how busy she seemed.
I could hear her
Typing faux clicks for my patience’s benefit.
She took none
of my frustration person-ally;
but, I found the situation a bit frustrating.
Being defragged before speaking to someone actually.
I fell down the rabbit hole of Roger Penrose (along with Douglas Hofstadter) during my mid-twenties. I became quite intrigued by Gödel’s sentence G (Nagel has a great book for arm chair thinkers like me).
In/completeness
In/consistency
Computational capacity.
Just watch it, ok?
Giggle.
Præternatural proclivities pronoun/ce the unpitiable and unpitying.
A pitted, slim pumpkin.
A seeded watermelon.
A new place to walk.
Sound. It is
Not a bay but
A sound.
Waving, watery vibration beneath the ferryman’s boat
All filled with cars which are all filled with humans.
A smattering of skaters, bikers
Pedestrian/s who pay the toll with coins covering
One or both eyes.
A pied
Am i.
There are berries on a tree proceeded by a cigarette butt discarded on the pavement.
A Sign of, The southern cross
As solar ræs alchemicalize water to solid dirt,
I ask the twelve year old:
Can you tell me what the difference is between a child and
a kid?
(Joke gotten.)
S/he laughed. I smiled.
Spiralin’, perfect circles
refuse to come into focus.
[I/1/i/one time]
@
k/Nigh/t
/Nigh/ a year ago, Uris (a brown bear) & Æ
walked you through this forest.
Clear and right to another plane.
It was the dead
Of
k/Nigh/t.
We passed a couple, bodies doubled,
back on
this slat.
They saw us thru.
I laughed. Startled.
Bemused, i held anxious Uris back.
A month later the
gatekeeper (let me a’) passed with a “god bless.”
It was not the night I went dancing in the dark woods.
This was the
k/Nigh/t
The kids twisted metal.
The dragonfly
Left
You, this flower.
A spoonful can
Abso-
Lutely
weigh a tonne.
Just as much as the difference
One inch this or that way
Can make
iN
the AbovE & THE bELOW
pictures.
A watery sky, waves below from on the surface.
A tree finds itself well-positioned.
All homage; no rights.
Great for the intro alone.
Not all musicians can talk about their songs well.
Favorite live version of this song, regardless.
Do they call 18 wheelers “lorries” in Canada too?
“Dead man lying by the side of the road with the daylight in his eyes/
Blind man running through the light of the night with an answer in his hand/
Come on down to the river of sight and you can really understand/…
If you’re walking home alone.”
The reenlivened stone panther turning to moss.
Her eyes shine.
Even the car’s breeze is
friendly on days like todays.
And, i cannot tell dust specks
from pollen from
cottonwood nor
seed from insect.
The sun stings.
Disaffected is not unaffected as much as dispassion does not necessarily
imply apathy.
Expelling exhalations
I pass through two gates.
My breath manages
to hit me in my
own stomach.
White fuzzies fill my peripheral.
A busy broad.
Little bobbing heads under water. Learning to feed the self.
Cue that cricket queue ready to play
With legs rolling over like car
engines.
The dragon grew a mohawk.
And, a man passes, reading the same piece of paper that I passed him
reading a week ago.
Sweet thing, don’t freeze in my prescence.
Why did the racoon cross the road?
I dunno either, but one sure did last night.
Right in front of me.
A dog panting on the trail
Makes me wonder:
How does that muzzled dog sweat?
Looking down whilst standing on a bridge over the salmon ladder,
You see
You can jump down from above
And into the sky above?
I heard you playing accompanied accordian in the parking lot down the trail.
He was playing real good for free.
I know because you could only tip him in
An unlabeled box.
Howl Maverick.
The inclination, of the simple persuasion, was insinuation by mild-mannered, kind-natured manipulators.
Found on the asphaulted exit, fluttering in the breezy preparation.
Impatiently.
Coral, from below, meet the leaf that fell above
On the same path.
Another near ninety degree angle.
Still grossly a gauche.
The last embers of the dragon
Who hibernates through the summer?
Still grinning at the pass.
Too close
But
comfortable.
A tighter
Right angle to chance. Found.
Yellow
In the spider’s veins.
The sun still shines.
A leaf paved over.
A flower in parts.
A bit of purple in bloom,
enabled and barely shielded from above
By what is below.
Yesterday’s feather.
Yesterdays’s feather
today.
Balance and proportion
Foaming for seasonal salmon roe.
A welcoming en-trance
A good exit.
Young man,
you predict myself to my face.
Giggle-snarl.
And also, you may be right.
But, hush and do not assume
you just keep those precocious eyes closed,
precious.
Pressingly and curiously
like a street legal switchblade,
a switchboard operation.
Useless matter does not
deserve smashing
just a quick slashing.
Diamond cutters crying with
those backseat jumpercables.
I missed the film but
I want to watch the movie.
My cellular telephone
likes to automagically
Prompt me.
It told me, after I typed /i/,
‘don’t get internet culture.’
Howl.
Didn’t you k/no/w the anxious
(ancients) taught music
And, invented time
For others?
They were just counting to eight,
Again and again, and, it
Turns out that this moves time forward
And that this everlasting, temporary
Retrograde is the forgotten remembrance.
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