Tag: Iiterat

Over the Pint

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.

Aw howl

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

Improudst (a fake word)

Improudst: to be proud (without being prideful) and impressed at the same time. Remove any context of patronizing condescension. A sub-sense of glad.

Perhaps, the distinction is

arbitrary.

Arbiters and arbitration.

You know the contract only allows for third-party mediation.

No civil,

state, or federal matter.

Signed away for re-insurance.

A contract written in favor of the contractor.

Write.

Rite.

Right.

The locals always laugh at the outfits of outsiders.

Shutter speed unable to

capture the insider’s view.

Lurid does not mean illicit,

Nor does it imply morbidity.

Fecundity. Gestational periods are not

sette in stone.

A set containing itself is self-referential.

A sette that sings itself.

So, I ask myself: can you tell me something good?

Howl, yes: I think.

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from myself.”

I can chop like a master. Slowly.

The vivisection of a tomato

is proof of magic.

Oranges grow on trees whether

you have a personal savior

or not.

Howl-lelujah: say mavericks.

Please, do not be cross with me, kindly.

God does not speak to me directly.

Don’t take pity; take patience in exposition?

That of which you have proof

alludes us.

So, let’s

Come Together

To Talk?

Swallows are Birds

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.

Transpossesses

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.

Ing-pen

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.

A Knecht a’kneeled Before Flame

https://wp.me/p8mRAJ-NV

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.

Parçigal Scribbles

“I, me, me, mine.“

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:

Quote Like Song Lyrix Stuck in my Head

Eclecticism is self-defeating not because there is only one direction in which it is useful to move, but because there are so many: it is necessary to choose.

THE INTERPRETATION OF CULTURES: Selected Essays. Geertz, Clifford. Basic Books, Inc., Publishers. New York, 1973.

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The whirling of simple, splashing sprinklers hum

And run down the

Just an impish dance

not done for pittance.

Grating the Asphalt

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.

A slow draining Sink

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.

A Busy-Ness Call

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.

Dancing in the Dark

The night I fell I felt compelled to go to the forest.

I dressed and laced my boots with hard, cold eyes.

Called, hard.

Badger baiting.

Bait and switch.

You made my eye twitch, but I oblige/d.

Begrudingly yet lovingly.

I danced on the trail.

Aloft on one foot.

The right one.

Bowing head, extending an arm

Lengthening the aloft leg.

Up, up, up, and then flush, into a straight line, with my torso.

Cutting a right angle with my single body.

Trunk, face, left leg perpendicular to the right leg.

I told the company corps. to do this.

To do this and to hop, ever so slightly

backwards.

So, I had to do it myself.

I did so successfully for the first three quarters of a mile.

Then, my snaking sneak snaps.

The ankle keels over while the rest stays a droite.

I find myself on my back.

Stunned and hurt.

I found myself

Five seconds into the future,

Taking stock of my body.

No phone.

Pain.

I walk home just like I walked to the trail.

One foot in front of the other.

A Sign of, The southern cross

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.

Walk it Off*

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.

Light panther Eyes included

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.

Acephalous

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.

A Sunny Resumption

[suddenly (the guitar sound _i hear in my cans_swallows)

hard]

.

Fallen

Or placed?

The best preserved tree.

Shooting down fuzzily.

Psyche-

Delphic

Spots

of colo(u)r.

Saw.

Jumping mouse

Flits under the dragon’s

Mouth

uncaptuted here, hear?

Shots of light. ( Not too )

Briefly.

Ready to root ball.

A /w/hole in my head or

A…?

Needed the same, regardless?

I still need

The gortex, eyelet boots to

Support the bum

Ankle.

Sorta Rhymes

The inclination, of the simple persuasion, was insinuation by mild-mannered, kind-natured manipulators.