He Won't Play Sandover


A relay station, to
ease more into it— 
this crowning discourse network
wanded onto blinding back,
Golden Deluge on
a t-shirt turned inside out
would look like what,
each little grass blade
coming up into
rather than tree-root
Ten finger, toes, arms legs all
together cup your potential becoming
calming has never yet allowed.
It might take place in a space
that is aloud, a-law-ed a-laud-
Ed in my body.
Ryder.
a joined orthography pleases me
News of the one being bent toward
entwining in Cards a House
made of them flowering
I can see






Chastity



              1.
 
Names the problem.
 
Duly and daily back up on bed, 
to be thrown down again
A state of things to be altered
what was once held up in arms 
and over shoulder like
 
especially more towards the end, to carry about 
when it just couldn't be fought back anymore
 
We are doing the talking this way 
because something better's been
              left
 
 
              2.
 
What will happen.
 
Did one have to live like a recluse
like Flaubert and visit prostitutes 
to write.  My teacher wants to know
 
Flowers inking out in sneak
Flowers song inside that outs
turning then to rest
 
doesn't necessarily need the body 
to be here with us
 
Flowers another going gripping 
behind eye seen in one's eyes again
 
 
              3.
 
Helpers.
 
Spoken like a true mother or father
I am never sick of you, 
it's just sometimes I got work to do
 
we enfurr ourselves, stretch sides, 
and a quality.  In it a coupled theory, 
our gender's loss
 
 
              4.
 
The Named Present.
 
End of week week week 
of none, knowing it and only it
turning over, no more taken 
in hand
 
One night we awoke,
felt something on-guard in the room.
 
no more than once a day any way
no more medicine
 
Two weeks later, and then 
if that's been 
batted about recluse and mews
a true one
 
 
              5.
 
What Will Probably Happen.
 
Preface to a history of 
how many years now had it been,
alertness to the opening 
 
price paid for one and only one no more 
like a child carried
 
Sign of a sign
each carrying a part 
of weight, better that way
 
in a sense of just go on up to
held focus retracted
 
 
              6.
 
Immediate Present.
 
A sense of what makes you worry 
ceasing in my heart mark I wrist ink
others cuff around higher
 
the eyes slowly close, ludic nothing, 
if not for chance
 
a possibility, 
the body itself a club now
to make it's way lighter 
where it wants to go
 
It gets harder to jump, gets hard 
period.  A table too in the picture 
we make a narrative of it along
 
 








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