And, I can feel how close I am to getting it right.
The way my body moves into the chords.
I could triangulate my distance to it and draw a map of the region; but,
Æ prefers travel to cartography.
So my fingers fret in their work
in spite of
the fact that I do
not truly have the hands for it.
Soft nylon;
four not six;
leading to slightly fewer callouses.
Easily transposed.
Transfixed at first exposure;
but, eff Fmaj7.
Out-rage-us
Within the last few days, the days began lasting fifteen hours.
During this season.
From 6:30 to 9:30, the sun is so loud; all day, banging on drums in the garage.
And, perhaps, whomever said howling is the lowest form of magic was not doing it dexterously.
“If I have a daughter I will name her Persephone,” she told me.
“I’ll call her Effie,” I grin, referring to an inside joke.
“I hoped that’s what you would say.”
“What if it’s a boy?”
“I don’t choose.”
Sisters sharing hushed giggles.
Rules are simple lip service if unenforcæble.
The fleshy mask worn was the kind of face you put on money.
And, blind hogs suffer no disadvantage in finding acorns.
Snouts sniffing and hairs on chinny, chin, chins bristling.
The caller received a courtesy disconnect.
Provided when the wait is too long and no-one is giving up.
A psst becomes easily confused for a hiss.
And, she finds it a bit too easy to be silent until she thinks of exactly what she would like to say.
In the face of all they have done.
My double assemblage point is sensitive enough to recognize when you run at a different wattage than me. And, tonight, you receive no friendly, instructive spacing or paragraph breaks because I am hotly impatient with the amount of patience you require from me. And, dummies will mistake the body of this page as scrawlings of anger. But, fools will smirk in empathy. Yelling into the Void at your shadow is not always prætty. Sometimes, it gets dark.
The saturation point.
He pulled back his jacket to reveal a pocket watch on a chain.
She immediately begins crying.
Why? She does not exactly know.
“What just happened?” he asks.
“You invoked the memory of an old magician whom I know.”
“Vanishing act? All smoke and mirrors?”
“No, a wicked little string trick and he could cut the girl in half.”
“Did he always put her back together?”
Did you think about what I said?: he asked.
(My nostrils flare)
I said: You said alot; but, yet again, I thought more about what you did not say.
I tried to answer your questions: he said.
I guess I’m more interested in what you think about the questions you don’t know how to answer: I reply.
I don’t know what to say about that which I do not know: he said.
Soft words, volutary: I respond: what did your mind howl in
speculative
response and resistance?
And,
still,
I howl.
What is this extraneous energy I feel coursing inside me?
Whose is it?
I need some wing-wo/man to deal with the secrets
people impart to the queen of magnets.
You said: she get it from her momma?
I said: eff right off.
{Not you, doll.
You look fine.
I love your snarl.
You are fine;
yet, I, still, worry you run cold.
I don’t get cold.}
I don’t exist in orgiastic ecstasy.
I exist in an ecstasy of sincerity that happens to be orgiastic.
And, yes, it seems like an eternity.
{An eternity for which I am already too late.}
I decide I need a tab, as they say.
American Spirit: ingredients: water and tobacco.
And some kind of paper, right?: I wonder.
The point is moot as I have already inhaled the combustion of fire to leaf.
Why are you smoking when all you really want is to be walking, Little Wing?: the No-One man asks me.
Because I need to clear my mind and grease the wheel. So, I can count to ten.
Prove it: he says.
⊙
One is zero and unity. All and everything. I learned this lesson in the woods, whilst listening too hard and asking too many questions.
Two is a perfect number. Mathematically speaking.
Three is a trinity manifested in a pyramide.
Four is a group that trains themselves in martial arts, as advertised.
Five refers to commercial success. Why?
Six makes me recall you, beast. And what it is to rotate this figure about the x-axis.
Seven reminds me of a trinity of 7’s, of Parzival.
Eight is hate not so far past.
Nine is three, six, and itself. This was the universe to Tesla.
And, ten? Ten is an order of magnitude. Ten makes sense for orientation.
Ten let’s me catch my breath: I concede to him.
I near the entrato the condo and a Vietnamese couple pulls aside me in their SUV.
How do we get to the coast?: the driver asks me through his cracked, automatic window.
Take a right at the stop sign, then, at the fountain on Main Street, take a right.
It is a roundabout.
Thank you. How lucky you are to live here: they say, after we struggle through language barriers and we repeat the same sentences between ourselves six times in total.
Yes, I am lucky to stay here: I reply.
I wave as they speed to the stop sign.
I told you that I needed to walk the block: I tell the No-One man.
He rolls his eyes.
Have you ever stared, for a long time, at a large body of water?
More than an hour, or
until you can’t remember if the water is actually the sky and perhaps it is you that has been submerged in water the whole time?
Like maybe the horizon is a surfacing point where you and I breathe like whales?
Spouting our exhalations and thrilling the star ships above our surfaces.
It feels like when you sit in a room alone and repeat your own name aloud, for a minimum of three minutes.
Incepting yourself as you dialate time through your subjectI’ve experience.
Like purposefully esoteric, alternative spellings.
No rights: homage.
Merry TOOL eve. To each and every one of us.
Per first comment: https://youtu.be/x7lk_iucgw8
I watch white butterflies flutter by.
The local feral cat dozes under a nearby bush.
As with the boisterous Stellar’s jays who I feed peanuts, the cat accepts my presence now.
S/he gives me a lazy, sidelong glance.
I focus into those two eyes and blink my own very slowly.
The cat returns my slow blink.
This means we are still cool. I speak cat, see.
I am poor but I am elitely wealthy in simple luxury.
So, I suppose that I am rich at the moment,
to my mind’s eye.
In scenery. In being able to walk to work.
In being down with the local flora and fauna.
I smell bursts of flowers’ blooms from proficient gardeners.
Blasts of fragrances from local shops with open, front doors.
The day invites me.
No rights: just homage.
Utterly unlike most other ballets with which I am familiar.
The beginning seems a bit campy. Perhaps dated.
Give it a little less than three minutes and see a reincarnated pole dance.
Yesterday, I wondered if street people aren’t secret soldiers
and, gutter punks the new hippies.
Restaurants are life’s waiting room.
Offices seem like life’s tomb, while
The den of a living room can be a womb.
America’s PASTTIME.
emits/smite
step-
pets
MassaM
mist
time/s
I reminded myself of my freedom upon awakening this morning.
Howl easy it is to say that word without meaningful intent.
Free from what?: you may ask.
I don’t know. Myself? Selective desires? What I wanted for other people?
My love of this particular previous mode of life.
I can keep my love and desire anywhere.
Choice and temperance decides if I wilt.
I choose to keep some with you because I can.
<>
Hansel and Gretel breadcrumbed the path of the trail taken.
The coach benched the less adept players.
They were told that they were lucky to make the team at all.
Tuned in ghosts may be friendly, right Casper?
My vocabulary grows.
<>
Giggle. Howl fun it is to smile at what others assumed would wreck you.
Howl I laugh at myself until ’til I cry.
Howl strange it makes me feel efficacious.
Everyone can name a thing that or a person who
they want.
Can they evidence a pursuit of the want?
How long can their arms carry wood during the winter.
How much sun can their skin take from the summer?
Silly beast, did you think an invoice for work done would be presented?
Flatter your-being a little more. But,
do not flatter your-self.
<>
The junko flits about the porch upon which I sit.
I doubt s/he has a plan or a concern for my prescence.
S/he is
hungry enough. To naught,
care to hide.
Stellars’ Jays are more self-aware. They won’t come over.
They just look on from the apposite rooftop.
Both can fly.
I know you can run, but can you lift off?
Why taxi on a runway
when there are
highways and byways?
A hitchhiker and a driver.
There is romance to it,
if you survive.
<>
I know you are a bullet. Don’t make me dodge you.
Shoot to kill, huh.
Catch and release?
I am not endangered so don’t bother.
Shoot to wound?
Crueler and more unusual.
Taxi your own dermis first because your trophies are only relevant to you.
Are you a trophy in anybody else’s eyes?
They will clean you regularly and prominently display you.
They may continue to amass more trophies.
Devaluation of a trophy holder not a trophy.
He told me, up front, he was gonna try to lead me to Christ.
There is a difference between ‘devotion’ and ‘love’: the man tells me.
You dont have to have one to have the other: I ask.
No: he says; and, then he brings up Satan.
I ask: how we could have Job if the devil and god did not need each other?
The barkeep checks on us.
We were having too good a discussion.
No arguement.
Curious.
I think: you are a good representative for your tribe.
Then I tell him I think so.
He smiles. My goal accomplished.
My ego is howling like a dog who gnawed its leg off after getting caught in the rusted teeth of a bear trap.
Snared in a trap meant to catch the more prized, highly appraised game,
not this bitch.
Don’t fret.
The fitt moves through me like beer.
I will piss it out in five minutes.
Same way I learned how to never be cold: let it flow through your nerves.
Don’t fight it.
Move like water
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:
It is only a recoil of the reflexes followed by the relaxation of a newly relieved muscle.
A relic remaining
Released after renewal
Continues
Wrecking me impeccably.
Me in a You-Howl.
The sun shines when the rain dance resumes.
Limbs ampersand branches coyly sign “hi” on tidal-waving breezes.
“Hi. How are you? Why do you keep that dog muzzled?….Oh, I see.”
Sometimes, we hold certain truths to be self-evident.
Sometimes we deny them.
Others and selves; same and unsanne.
Obscure, absolve, aquit.
“Atone, louse.” That is not what she said.
Surely.
“I’m a lousy gal, sometimes too,” she actually
Said.
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