Artifactoral

 
I would ask you to keep it light, unsaccharine, not too bitter, with a hint of dry flower 
doubt in the all-believing nose. 

I would ask you to have a premonition of some end, conditioned by the faint edges of 
time that color the chemical activity of every meaning-moment. 

I would ask you to empower the period.

I would ask you to discriminate between fully formal decisions to caress, or 
nudge, or jerk another, and the beads of sweat condensating on your latest artifact.

I would ask you to refrain from simply walking away. 

I would ask you to tightly squeeze the urge to walk away, making the urge to walk away 
that much stronger. 

I would ask you to empower the period. 

I would ask you to remain calm when I tell you that your baby will grow up to be an ugly 
American and not the talented international artist of your dreams. 

I would ask you to keep your personality out of it.

I would ask you to consider simultaneous multilocal mass body rhythm as the basis of 
individual intelligence. 

I would ask you to not be too obvious when squinting at a group of 40-somethings en 
route to 20-something activities. 

I would ask you to not be spirited away too often by elemental sex elemental bliss 
elemental torment. 

I would ask you to compose yourself like a bright cherry red 1956 Ford pickup with 
chrome to the dome. 

I would ask you to dialectically periodize the diachronic continuity between three mass 
revolts in succession in France of the last year.

I would ask you to not neglect the period, dis the comma, make the parenthesis feel 
inferior in any way. 

I would ask you to stand in front of the glyphs, face to face. 

I would ask you to clasp your extended right arm to the glyphs’ extended left arm while 
resting your open left hand on the glyphs’ mid back. 

I would ask you to keep it hot, changeable, bright and clean. 










Improvised Poetic Device (IPD)

The ribcage wrapped
—as per usual—
in muscle, skin

The head mounted
—as per usual—
on the trunk

The eyes tautly tied
—as per usual—
to the skull

The little ones prance
gazelles
are the way they are

Dates in the heat
—as per usual—
are sweet, pungent

Days at their end
(such are days are welcomed) 
bring on the night

The long night 
—as per usual—
can be terrifying

You could 
patch in
very punchy, very gnarly
appropriately
first-world-wealthy
stuff
anywhere
you 
damn 
well
please 

The thighs
are elegantly and complexly tied
to the hips

The hips
—as per usual—
buttress the spine

The hips at times
expand 
to twice their width

Old men 
given time, given space
play chess

Mud bricks, well-made
—as per usual—
absorb the hot sun                   

The spines of middle-aged women
leopards
are the way they are

You could 
cut-out
very savvy, very quippy
appropriately
first-world-snarky
stuff 
anytime
you 
damn 
well
please 

The ears 
—as per usual—
come in twos

The nose 
sits at the top of the mouth
co-coordinative

The mind is
—as per usual—
in dispute

The ass 
is like hands 
dependant & rebellious

You could 
sync in
very sexy, very tarty
appropriately
first-world-prickly
stuff 
anyhow
you 
damn 
well
please 

The ubiquitous cotton plaid shirt
 —as per usual—
is sewn by young girls

Cialis, Viagra, Propecia
are smuggled goods 
for the porker class (there)

The porker class (here) 
is about to reward you
—as per usual—

The ubiquitous singular ass 
with a beef 
is what’s for dinner

Here’s an IPD for you
Here’s an IPD for you
Here’s an IPD for you