paranarrative experiment #93

chance chants

1.  what is that?  what is that?  the voice shrinks down to it’s one item small esteem like a font

2.  little snort into the phone

3.  i have the blank of physical ways,  manage harm with two fingers,  there in the smoke;     he says

4.  someone walked by,  tugging down her sweater

5.  sweat

6.  ‘cause you know,  he’s in the movie

7.  she’s been actin since she been a child;  get mad,  get real

8.  he saw the bat layin nex to the body

9.  she sd,  can’t drink all those windows...

11.  a mind is in pink,  & then gets pulled that way

12.  dedicated to Bobby Valentine

13.  he cut somethings out    until he had a self

14.  someone looked ,    then life was there uncertain

15.  the linen in the closet & then the post facto move the city

16.  lines get curdled by knowing

17  he didn’t hear anyone leave but then

18.  utility edifice   & she was going thru things in the desk rustle papers

19.  waling cradles no identity

20.  a cough    around the corner     there must be   the real

21.  scissors at paper    a sound of devouring

10.  his signature,   been shrinking since a child

22.  turned the car    the ignition key lit up

23.  he’ll be our next mayor

24.  found the dark glasses in the dim room

25.  you leave something like that lying around at yr own risk

paranarrative experiment #56

A laboratory comparison of clockwise and counter-clockwise

rapidly rotating shift schedules

walked along down and when from

that farm      into the city,       (they make a movie outa it..)

he’s tricky      

it’s no secret

banish of swindle to scam up the time

            a slow starting      of knowing something...

            --OK   in the original show

            i believe you cd. claim

            he’s got a  life,  the split

            acts that way

mister  “charlie”     hammers the lights

oh,  that’s       just continuing

he walked into the kitchen  and found

the cabinet  and opened the can

it was a cannot

with    the leaves showing

            it’s a growing season

every time he turned around

every time he spelled his name

every time he filled in the form

every time he agreed with what he said

there was someone

standing   watching

pricing out northern fiction

a thundering mouth  for a narco-listener

shivering

across his     unrevised land

veer hash (paranarrative experiment #229)

from:   The Loss Lieder

and if you have word determine sluice right out into states judgment is a state of suspish they say suspiration goes a long way untoward that deke from first to third 27th as if now plain flotation device renders here another place with fingerings to draw forth sweet musicks in another word paranoia as a rest not a stop: he has wars tooled just right and she accepts that whatever happened to a mild of anger in the stall enlacing like the flutter when it starts to fall ? oh gringo you got all the estrellas in yr throat manage to a very simple very in a glass broken inhabit slipstream of a house normal handshake beginning with territory it ends whoops with a language or a culture slipping down the drain like misunderstood cough jazz'd against sunup & a field of unrest defining traipse to a kennel hour feel something pops up on yr screen a license against a time slither marathon OK slasher questing how it senses me in a filed away waver-word exit or ruck remembrance tooling rink melts and an eye sees immobile phone wrack        labelling tabled right here like a wing and an afterthought youthful in underfunded inking maybe what makes this point if instead throw of a die hard by to bund it in eye of barb manhandle she'll see that fool in a mile a turn to have the odd word estrella in yr throat manage how can i fetch briny verb lashes all the yes is capsize anodyne rip sitter place holding she says the near quiet he sneers the wild quitter all gender locus is made for flame in a wilder emit is a state of suspish they say suspiration goes a long way far more easily armed self undefense a major as he crouched down taking aim as the prisoner was prisonified deep into wails of under sea she hid inside understanding brackish cogent intone i see conceal all the while a recoil a recoilless rifle to draw forth sweet musicks in another word paranoia as a rest not a stop he says all the times a morsel of quandary she says in the thick i walk thru the hurtle wall if he opens like an iron flower she hardens like the hub of a portico into unplayed time we maneuver he has wars she's got the war against him in a full ensnare that rags me or maybe some you in the paraphernalia inkling strictures buoyant

sordid (& paranarrative) sonnet 3

never dedicate   to the stupid   or:  a stone

in a shoe  is frag petty consciousness    is an urbane

shocker    hit to the right   or in  side     blast

that maybe paper      so here  he walks  with

ton  that manages     in the assured or the azure    

suffice to blues in a one floater at a tribe hang system

he turned      the corner  into

not a bar but a  mythological

stasis   hold fame  at the back     behind

an automatic dour that saves heat 

right?   slightlyingly    i can see disheveled bloated

he’s managing    his   did he say laff or life??

as a corrupt file index

which    patterns out     a rep that lates

paranarrative experiment #94

(flummox)

 

not only  but just

if you keep the print low no one can see

in the prison w. a watchtower

all along  the pomo text

strangers they drink my whine

an unfurled space

not with just all those  half words

half lost

so suddenly he comes in from the hot and says,

all the files are deleted

you can find yourself inside

what is that?

waiting?  i said

until he finished his speech

it’s written down:

barred, all, a tree...

an us

verse us

themification

we drive once in a while to the

place under guard

keep your guard down

she turned

to go

there were a lot of doors with

security devices

paranarrative experiment #11

not only  but just

if you keep the print low no one can see

in the prison w. a watchtower

all along  the pomo text

strangers they drink my whine

an unfurled space

not with just all those  half words

half lost

so suddenly he comes in from the hot and says,

all the files are deleted

you can find yourself inside

what is that?

waiting?  i said

until he finished his speech

it’s written down:

barred, all, a tree...

an us

verse us

themification

we drive once in a while to the

place under guard

keep your guard down

she turned

to go

there were a lot of doors with

security devices

paranarrative experiment 228

happen

sense of a swerve and that is what created him

so you remember that he was small and

rather vulnerable not unlike

main thing about both situations was a matter

we are talking about a kind of music

but also what’s young if not ten

and she remembers that because of

happen

rather across the lifesicle

something that happens or can and should

in general     like that austrian said is

“of improvising”    which means not only

in the air and one of the main points

about adolescence is self invention or

that’s social ideology but it may

be such self invention   lock things up

sell back his shrug

in a vein off change

paranarrative experiment 227

master sage on his total resistance

across world tour   time  amounts

to the schedule clocked regard variant

another quiet fame against

real   intro-style  hamburger  cache  link

float to what  the wanting in  seek

hand  amaze

he walked down the locked corridor

his hours are the same  

lifted from being able   to get     

his daily wonder bread   

builds wronged parties 9 and a half ways    

what  are the sounds of production   away there   

in another country    and besides    the wrench is dead

the way you clock in and out a fang for a past

all dylans read a creed famed for

more than by putting

a slank nearing home foe

yes :     the tristess of art

it’s the tasteless     & it’s the dart

paranarrative experiment 223

voices that keep getting heard
is hard,
flame gauging to melt form in this instance;
he wandered between bytes that make up a
sandwiched data-structure, grey and trembling series of
lines focusing in on the cold moment
driving there to get a fix on the location ....
at the heart of Atlanta a motel
was dodging, careening in the shadow

overlooking the big interstate coming in
from the north, you might shift into echo;
any use of the characters, events, descriptions,
fears, prevarications, excuses, garbles, rants or
formulae
included herein
is coincidental and/or strictly prohibited

miles to go
in the form of sheep
little is known
& now it can be told

he started up the broken
escalator

paranarrative experiment 222

you walk in there, & there’s an alluvial frost;
every time he watched the street-car
his mind scrambles;

relations change with the clanging of the gourd—
color pix show anthropology
eating the sole reviver with
choreographed etic units
... talking there got held in
you know
metal boxes, waiting to be picked up

someone leaned out their driver’s side
window & told her her tire
like her husband’s sentences
was getting flat:
a weaving gradient,
wintry

or a clotted inn group
checking out
robust gruff limp advice