Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 51

The mouth, marked by the calm color 
and wilting material. The piggly tuck -- preceded
in birth -- until the Stasi knows, oh ripe
strawberry the little metal loss soft gender dirt.
Distinction shuns distinction.
Dinosaur Sr. It's possible to no forward.  
They were in their mental edges; soggy shrieks
were confirmed. Pane. Inward we looked over Silver Hill 
towards the trembling mandibles.    
Person has not become this, rather the mind.
Celebration outward,
land of plenty or sleep. 
 
Laying down slower, constellations of "marked mouths"--
this is what they finally meant. Let that be repeated. 






 

Ids sizzle mostly in net's posse chappaquiddick quidditch 
    up a pack quake rope scene.

But if eye with all its rubbery star's hisses, I’m mange 
    3 stars rabid follow wuh eyes mint toes. 
Scribble loud out! 

Stung! It’ll zing the alive or cloth sand of distant new 
    york taxidermy bumble bunny baby bee bonnet butter but 
    the factory was full of bells and mannequins 
The shrieks soggy! (they were in their mental edges) 

Fake moustache! That!

(Sidenote:) Placid ad cake chaotic parts (stars) turn off
    the brain.
Hold alloy gimmicks inward trembling mandibles. 
Leak from the jumble of ground,postured in silver hill
    has orange wilderbeasts away from
hairs being wires grey wires sitting growl sipped metal pain.

Laying slower down sunshine sheet pee pe in the doo doo
    constellation pancake. 
Humps the United States of Historical footnotes.The ears
    tucked into their pants bought themselves the grid. 
    and jumped off.

Frozen inwards-slum wuz a fuzzy  James' wuznt he silver edge
   gang.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 50

Familiar liar mat (the edge of the mouth marked by the calm color
     they were at the edge) and wilting category) material real 
     that (it has a closing there is a little metal) at loss soft
     of gender dirt. 
Distinction shuns distinction it
ids doesn’t (that as a sizzle (all on the same level but 
     mispronounced) mostly in nets) net posse (candled out of 
     levels between various ears, post-see) up a (pack) quake 
    (soft off it and real)or state, tore or opening rope scene.
But if eye (whenever the eye with all its rubbery stars whenever
     it hisses) I’m manage (and in my own hands) edge to scribble
     loud out(still) as wan (a compass rose with burnt stumps)
stung,  it’ll zing the alive or cloth sand of distant (that they
     way they postured themselves it was mostly (they way they
     postured themselves (the factory was full of bells and
     mannequins) the shrieks soggy (they were in their mental
     edges) behind them)closed the angles out of whack) traction 
Fake moustache that (distant that it at the edge) skips between
    (that they hadn’t (distant slinking) seen it) multiples:
placid ad cake (edgeless) chaotic parts (stars) turn off the
     brain.
A would-be beak id-napper (the bus was clapped (edgless they sat 
    together) and clean) and-tanned brown, holds alloy (off them 
    that they were on the bus) of gimmicks inward trembling 
    mandibles (their hands were (mandibles (they were not on
    that side) are not poles at the same time) the same cloth
    as their mouth)
leak from the jumble of ground (overheard itch, postured in
   silver away from)
silver (as itch) is skipped 
in hairs being wires grey wires (to be them (which way) they were
   (even though they were not sitting together) without posture 
   silver) growl in sipped (a little mouth closed (the way they
   sat together) with a lot of (outside the bus) metal) pain.
It’s not the one where (laying slower down sunshine) sheet jumps
   from (the ears tucked into their pants (from (away from) 
   either side) they were (it meant (the next part) mental) on 
   the bus) the grid.
It’s the one where i’m (they were (the bus they were (as the itch
   (parts of the way the silver was mouthed) separated) in was 
   outside them) on one side) frozen inwards-slum.
This series is (silver by silver) dictated by an ungridded whole
   (without any side (the bus still (the stars all (they (the 
   ones on that side)all turned off (parts specked) into their
   posture) the same direction)outside) they were still 

Pause strut fee yes.

Early nineties.
Fascinating repeatedly fascinating. (insert visual here)

Irritating projects left undone. The polar bear opposites of
tormented self-doubt and endless self-aggrandizement.
Kick the cold toenails in worry.
Run the thread through a mask's failure.
Reserve impending failure in premonition of
a first institutional carnal toon self portrait.

While the microwave overheats bread,
your make makes conceptual sloppy.

Emotional, human foamy smiles.
So far out on this fool circle tradition ... again.
Ironic became sincere.

Oh! Happy victim!
Myan[sic] charade & peering figures mid-paranoid shadow time. Excuses for A.D.D.
Be a sucker. Something wise guy cautious.
Taboo of the Radical soul-whiffle ball wap history book.
Memories.Someone else's.
Baring quarrel longing's stream of who is failing- it stinks in the past.
New styles. Dabbler’s input click it or contradiction's odyssey.

Become.
Performance of the authentic. Who uses authenticity as cleverness?
Subject is idiots and art are idiocy's absurdity aping clown allegory,this is known.
Role failure. The grandiose masquerade of the self is real.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 49

Familiar material, that loss of gender distinction;
It doesn’t posse up a quaker state, or opening scene.
But if i manages to scribble out a swan
song,  it’ll sway the alive or flotsam of distraction!

Fake moustache that skips between multiples:
placid ad, chaotic parts, turn off the brain.
A would-be kidnapper, sun-tanned brown,
holds a load of gimmicks in her trembling mandibles.

Leap from the jumble of poetry to the ground;
 "If i be snow,  be white, how many lines are slain?
If hairs be wires, grey wires growl in acid pain."
It’s not the one where she jumps from the grind.
It’s the one where i’m frozen in a word-slum.
Blamed, craned, only in their game (ahem) a pawn

I'm a baby snoopy.

I'm a baby snoopy,more of a roller coaster
tentacle.
Come bear, snow to sink.
Tear knee buy,no. Sing bird.
In drywall horse tourniquets
and old inside ears ghost zone foes.
Air titan coo,coming to wars you to
tip toe verb bodies of black ants
in jaguars.
Encapsulated human ache.
The center of hugged conceivability
praises the quagmire of lilting
icey catwalks. Inked electric issues
in a sarcastic grey sky, they stumble trumpets,
a hurricane of geometric symbols.
Blessing self deafening lessons
shuffles vaguely,to dash and land
on sun-bleached horns.
To cabins at the bottom of a lake.
A cartoon puddle spreading stump.

Yearlong Sonnet--Iteration 48

They prevent all tonal sadness & unstart the
Last leaf opening of flowers. These suppressions 
Gush out like cheap oceans in detention, my
Unhappinesss in superior part is in compliance 
Placid and the orderly. The roiling iota 
Hews to its own law, and it burns. The remaining 
Portion the "feelings" hang long with white mass. 
Not even the installations last. Coverings 
A dust rest on the entire thing. Why should guilt
From before kill the joy that was and could
Still be?  It has something to do with
Channels cut in before, perhaps even by joy.
These lead inexorably to the that other ocean
The one I am scheduled to drown in again soon.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 47

Avoid all of you.
 walked away. Through unhappiness, a nearness look past
All this at when time of falling shrubs full of self absorbed
 fantasy
is near. bag of fucking wind. But these spray and there during
 all theres no attention for this
wide path deletes path by people too cool to show up on time
 pretentious crap tonal petal orifice began faint allure so 
 smirch rippling
in this nerd herd sausage and there is no possible way to edit
 this shit.
 or declare it as either good or bad. it is boring. RELATIVE
 TO RELATIVE CAN ALWAYS ARGUE A POINT..SO HAVE YRSELF you and
 help you creative your
LOOOK,HE SIGNED MY BOOK. woop. reveals itself or it doesnt.
a routine or what one or just not thinking.
Someone nothing is going man girling alive if put aim doesn't
 ever know alone
Gone is mine will to be
implant unposed. Away like I chase loose ive wasted enough
 of yr time and my time..but thanks...