four pruntifora from Unknown Zone

edify

you get paid to do that--

get into the dream !  this has taken long enuf !

paid in the listening times,

to think about the apple bread...

do think link,  then go focus out & luck;

that means values get cracked...

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dangle

a crown from burger king for the goofball—

crown this constricted giggle to be ringing

from dictated food to traipse—

burger goes back behind colors,

king of not very smart things to do;

for the benefit of reaching inward;  for

the benefit of a choke hold named for you!

goofball,  ninny,  w. albums. locked in—

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groovitude

can hiding generate slow pills?

hiding in the sense of,  syntax w. wonder;

generate in the sense that files are yellow;

slow down,  the old song sez,

pills  .... are still in the pocket

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clang lacker

if dawn (lapping shadow) overturns cringing,

dawn then’s a newness w surge prompts &

lapping asks this code to degenerate lux forget, right? so

shadow logic seeps into char-grilled lostnesses;

overturns are your turn, housing starts crashing ... or

cringing     the loop says: stomp!    reiterate!

three pruntifora from Unknown Zone

o!   so that’s where

long troll & tiny line!  

troll takes out a symptom with tonality,

takes a bite,  lunch w. maybe...

tiny bits of time re-agreed to in a

line,   in a stanza          rad

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the crips

stupidity is the leafing voices

is a mind quality with itching but

the void slithers under a flat laff;

leafing into ok w. no breaths... never have!  never have!

voices crack and eyes roll clubbed

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high-speed  underload

are you coined by a rip glance?

you keep moving,   coming into some future

coined words are so complicated!

by seething,  by intro hack;

a wink,   then he nipped round the corner...

rip this anything, stasher,        or

glance and the toll mounts--

matins

artificial wind inflates across the morning...

wind that target into a post-contemporary shell: it

inflates indistinct memories of futures on discount

across the whole store chain into the brilliant lamp shadows..

the felt indecipherables are still a quick lurk near hallways &

morning flings a singing moment to silence

processes

rack flame click rush flow sight insight

fame as nearness, under here like a there, zooming

click clck goes wild yearning in a thought field

rush amber texture gliding outward into characters w

flow aspects rampaging in the paragraphs;

sight:  vision hearing flaps like a banner where ?

insight:  logged off,  the crackling timber spins 

lost Greek historians

lost historians burn the sun filled air

historians are fever-filled dreamers asking about worlds.

burn with their presence, in the sands of questions!

the linkages provided by digital circuits blur across all the sentences: a

sun flowing across new verbs like pebbles,

filled w asking, answers thrum,

air streams thru a world of new generations

Milk Row

flushed out along the margins as a creep society

out into a swirl of stasis,  as if a cannery stood by the old graveyard

along the street that was a road they trucked milk down in

the times they had rangeways & cattle out across the city streets;

margins of who we aren’t but partly were slung over blue sky days,

as a reminder that every bit of time comes from bleeding:

a lash manages place or location,  like if you broke a stereo or a mirror; so you

creep thru moments on streets named for gone buildings. &

society swhirls around, frittering deep in your/our/his/my nerves.

dawn runner

(from:     unknown zone)

a tear or tear formed on the inside of waking:  a

tear in the cloth that makes up the blandfold, letting light

or ways of breathing in,  here,  and here:  a

tear that cleanses the eye like positive americanistic thinking

formed in a sourced brain,  happily licking waiting;

on the off chance that i’m almost me, i listed

the authors i’ve been          in a half-way state

inside walking, with you, where there’s a new kind

of word:  it becomes presence & it forms a now;  it’s a

waking to hop over Newman’s zip:

a waking up w. green letters;   (they spell out lists & names