Put Your Hands In
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The statue plastic stitched
To a steel pedestal with fire
Like flutes echoing lightning skies
A rat’s ass and more this sudden person
Somebody who is somebody to nod
Where you belong
Flowers of fire
Potted Italian men solo loving
There is a way kinder position
Come late time plain flat
Moving with crew
Out on artificial lake
It’s so sad to be alone
Slide a packet of nylons
Down the floor
Your floor
WORDS BY KARL MARX, TUXEDO BY RIOT
Inevitable as in England ancient Roman law
Opposite of the social
Complete and conscious return of man
With his good money after the overthrow
Of the whole conception of history
In practice lost all credit
An element of positive, profane
Painful imaginings
Guilty of this or that maximum loss
Transmitted from the past
Like a nightmare on the brain
Batters down all Chinese walls
According to age and sex
You are horrified
At our intending
Let us now take
Women screams
Most radical flare up
Of bourgeois claptrap
Sketch of the course
A precise study of strikes
Movement in abstract form
Is the genuine war on the situation
The artless ways of the child
Standard and model beyond
Silly lives of Catholic saints
All the other brave words
Behind which lurk
Efforts of mechanical genius
Glory brings
Organized like soldiers
A reasoned ardor
With the bad side
To be judged
Is it surprising in the final
Linen or silk
Men as flax
Closely bound up in sheaves
The hand mill gives you
All such phrases
Setting in motion arms and legs
THE BARN PARTY
No one came under
leaves drenching plastic
cups lit up over-
passes pissing thrills
a ragged border, call it Texan lace God
bless this memory hole
hot set top warm soaps
animals out race streets closed off
locked with shops
so they can paste new tip cup jokes
the first last days.
Prepare soups in the reference
section, painkiller
sting the singer, signs the Scorpion
traced on Hayden’s smashed
lens flyers dream they mulched those
fields in turn turn turn your mop to
rented speakers, lights too
I believe you, saying I am going to
welcome shades of structures, plaints
pleats, ripped faces, subway walls, the will
got me here, so I made lists
and lost in the fall all invited
sought other reunions
studying to be yoga instructs
best coffee in town, Om, it must be
payday
GONNA DIG UP OZU
To place a grown woman
use tough gloves
in rock gardens
out front dust shows
depends on how you turn about home
whirl around sunset
slides of shoestring tours
U-turns, artifacts
stop talking for one second
time today
In the house
we eat chimes cut
flowers clouds of broccoli
on oilcloth
A blue light switched on
deep in me pits
Painting a peacock badly perched
on drooping vines
on yarrow weeds
on a placemat
Making little sense edible altogether
microphones we carry sponge
words like pages
or croutons, familiar, offline, dedicated
Epiphany telling this
I am not able to say I have quieted days faster
Getting on my last being’s coil
recall where we were just
at start
A bit of rain in online trees
even stones take it in
these features in today’s camera work
BARS AND LOUNGES ON YELP
Blood and tears marked as wet
ripped days, trash goods
sift use
For what colors blue colors orange colors green the field
(outdoors in)
rusting tracks melt stops in snapshot
polite smile for the time
few these days printed sneaking under a shelf
into the ward at nights that rain
the chase itself
of course along viaducts and suburban tracts
would have been
workers such as shrug the game never was
owning up to that patented trance
join an inflated parade baby effigy
tethered to a much-shot street
comfortable couches in there
ambient music
ends up on the share drive
the administrator named Boulevard
HARD DRIVE SCRUB
Now you’re in
there is nothing you can’t see can’t you the
electric lights: bobbins
an energy, quantity, number this
eidolon or abstract thing violence at eight
point five million seconds per
organic bananas ninety-nine cents
a pound or several make babies
of us all of us
again data’s voice so girlishly enacts
Archie Bunker accents
what’s hidden in fat slacks power dons
then it is finally indescribable
open it mouth it bites it
humid climates and tins in bins
subtropical fairly spread
in air, part of the greater
circling and plunging, hover however
furling huge blooms fairy of death
I scarce know what
it is sharp and free
its present whiteness
it is charming notes
anonymous Swedish admirer
the joke is on
confess group facts fail
to say rejoicing Ssips
drinks ninety-nine cents
jump our bumps together baby
dumb friendship is best
ACROSS THE BOSS’S DESK
1.
rub your glass
periscope dancer
that’s there isn’t
see here
there her
say it rains musty crush
gold box flakes
say “sir” end under
leaves wet roofs a pension
locked-in tuna pen-
chant hello we getting tight
I do not know you spooky person
just another real word
ust ice for numb
rest perfect man
nurse woes
drop fans
down down well back a way we go
plinks on robot knee
who says I don’t have feelings
I have plenty
me me
babble about
waterfalls
swim in
waterfalls
you are, like, a hurricane
one beard brags is
another straight cut
our ruler torn
marking the limit
>
so seriously a few inch
messes of lines
no need to write a notice though
is it not beautiful when children do it
2.
set froze features to heat
stars moving means they are satellites of somewhere
adjusting the dust
plug artificial firings
laptops in other zooms
credits relax you are expecting
sequences of circles
cant now reaches permanent bits
brightening sides of buses
pressing pleasing colors
the glimpse we hear gather
massy smudges
sum it up for you
lots of nights lost
there is not a reason:
not one single reason
this time being called forth
to be entitled and allowed
to travel the globe
never to pin
just one little thought in any one head
jotting down costs
names hotels towns
brands of milk
later what comes tumbling down
over lips in after years
3.
cut like a wedge into the cotillion punch, sour
swollen chin add freckles to that
examination in a glass the light alters
whole days could strand new saints
some joke about Poles
some girls in Poland
bright tape rewinding past magnetic Marguerites
making yourself up in an antiqued mirror
today another Stones show
plots dug in the street again dug in as in dug
a little more past where we two live
once more sad summer is said is said
to be a meaningful shade
to coat bricks
in blood printer’s devil
pirate’s booty dry mouth
Rough Guide to Las Vegas 2009
not your fault that
each sits in her way
painted fully
frame one in plastic bric-a-brac which way to be flexible
artists jamming
fish-infested seas
going to seed
in working bands
great-hearted men who meet the drink
4.
one popular adjective ushering
off a tenor
I’ve got something
speech speech
dial-a-movie
ringing again
and after climax of
whanging harem hammers
hammering on
the neighbor’s baby grand
a mad cry of freedom
5.
where the cobbler stops we raise our cups
rough grain gets on allover
lumber about crazed
foam bells starting to break
a startling question
remember about lemmings
the new girl’s smock poses
her sorrowful eyes
we each can’t fit in a period
silently barkeep
kick us out into tonight
still spaces to litter with crushed shells
homeless persons or if you prefer hermits
T. S. Eliot might watercolor
Sundays all his life though in peanut colors
his greatest maxim:
keep it to yourself
6.
spar for prose
seeing us trellised
in thorny stereo no
roses guns
shh this is uplifting objects
you can move things
just by thinking hello stuff stuff
today I will share
happy to be here happy to be there
someone read the minutes
all answer it’s hard
these choice choices scrambled
emoticon victim you
me too, dizzy:
not to show it
spinning more, keep on turning
ditto machine purple
ditto ditto ditto ditto
ditto ditto ditto ditto
7.
it took authority to write it down
a committee to make it into a pile
and maintenance to screw the plaque to the wall
the exam samples are you afraid
when building sets for Polanski
open the guide for in-flight TV
so your thumb lies on Ben Hur
8.
linens and things
things and linens
where does it end
the most beautiful birdsong I’ve heard
continues when lightbulbs come on
I read your blog
this morning you call our role
a spaghetti western dish
wiping ointments discreetly in train cars
can you just pick this up and turn it on
learning separated by equals signs
wanting a new engine
black letter the word caboose
9.
he here who is poorer than Richard
down to the wire marathon
keep us breathing
windows
to tell less what we see through than why
this act of shredding pretending to be
illustrated step by step
figure one: jambs and knobs
now there gates there gates now
whisper the air melody air the whisper
couldn’t you couldn’t
you try to explain to try you
drink it all up
fall down in the muck
look at the leafy there
ascertain its color and walk away
classified men
tell you this our
nothing else rodeo
10.
getting references starts to get even
mister manners so at home
think importunate look-up
glimpse calm in the iris
just ice can you lick it
better digest the room twice wanting
a do-over liking your air
terrible with money flinch
could it you be friend to the end friend me one credit
please thank you come again oh please
11.
more prosy Saturdays flipping off the calendar
winging away into the wind
characters get older
font dry as the steward’s eye
pure corn trashed
pure corn fuel scheme
pure corn oiled guns
pure corn hatred nut
pure corn sunset tongue
pure corn pet spider
pure corn bland wash
pure corn tattoo shop
pure corn inspected ham
pure corn sashimi
pure corn convention event
pure corn tortilla
12.
listen to tumblers here now
feel the safeness get up close
lift grain-colored highballs face
trouble puddles well in corneas’ guts
oh disapproval palms
hearts can’t eat out on this date
could this place serve what we need
if we knew what we needed
this review was funny three helpful two
obnoxious one, pass the gavel
put a hotel on the boardwalk
and a cap on the baloney bellboy
13.
once on this train why would I get off
really not knowing anything
breathing through a tube
fierce ruth after seven-elevens go dark
danger boys retire all smokes
when to my confessions booths slam shut no
matter too rough till morning test stop
the emergency reggae broadcast system stop
sleeping strange couches smell of man
how I remember grad school
would you call your mother a mutt
your country yeah just once in a long while
a cocky bastard voice in the skull
make me a man signing words not indifferent
clasp hands you couldn’t make us
singing when the shower stops
PURPLE SNOW PURPLE SNOW
Come on now, talk
When they pull out on the breeze
There’s no survivors
it’s the simple stuff I need
how sweet romance is glum
The sad talk laws are broken on a hilltop
I’ll take my chances with impunity impunity
Got you up And I could really give a fuck
Can’t you stuff me?
So bad, so bad, so so bad so so bad
I remember lying, I don’t remember a line
This is the city life—Hey lady, what do you need?
you’re the kind of girl I never wanna make
Keep you in sight, Three of us is enough
Every night Dreaming, dream, dream it got stuck
But I won’t pay the rent My little trick
Advocating a bottle of white I like you
say goodnight screwin’ your graceful tongue
Stuff me that word I love your tinted eyes
I’ve got to melt it show me Take it neighbor
if my walkman fades keep my anthem
because the sun will melt the pigs, the fuzz, the cops, the heat
Because there’s forty different shades of black
they don’t need you anymore, little girl, boy, girl, boy
Because you feel that you’re social
Don’t even snow Don’t even snow
Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
quarantine the past ’Cause we need secrets
Because I’m rushing to feel this amusing era
you’re empty and what did you expect?
I’d like to invite you to a taste of my chalice
this crime it is never complete
slow, sick, sucking scene full of punks
Can’t you see the stuff I need?
If I could Then I would If I could
settle down settle down settle down
I need to snort up their drugs sleep it off
come and bleed with me Well, I got absolutely no one
no hands Nothing more than me
check out your public protests
Call and response, negative hope
remind you remind you
you got to take it Silent Can’t you see?