Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 53 (Final Installment)

Marked by the calm mouth,
and the moved eye
that data still have,
chowder a chain toward a person
unless the karate in-noodles
and rubies fatness
curves distinction handy
dawdles woof hues.
You have to decided to recurve an adult
as rubs turnstiles as wessonalite oil.
Marked by a calm mouth
the next line, better off dead,
subtitles parents apostrophe
the next line

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 52

The mouth, marked by the calm color; 
& gender dirt moves into a blinked eye. 
Distinction hurts distinction. That's why 
Toward a person with no wand, crawler. 
Marked by the ruby star hiss (or sigh. 
Bad translation by Robert Bly. 
The data still have a chain, and a collar. 

You're not up to a sidereal net.
It's against the somehow.  
That's the only way to fall-fly. 
A history of the poetic oodling will get 
you a rime or a wink on the sly. 
I think it's a safe bet 
the poem's a sty

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 

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

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...

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 46

Yearlong Sonnet- Iteration 45

Avoid,  all of you.
or walked away. Through unhappiness, a nearness
can fall from shrubs into a lightenin' twirl.
Yr bag of wind bounces near, spreading bleariness.
He stumbles on the path like a clam w a pearl.
(Actually, when you shout that loud,  she turns blue.)
The herd offered the nerd a sausage: a flag to furl.
But all the relatives were cousins or generalists and had a slew
of absolute truths, nattering at yr book-signing.

nothing was happening when the man sd, I'm some girl
alive, just routine revelation,  a chaser whining ...
go ahead you can hang there if ya want & stew.
Thanx fer time after time and a teller in all seriousness;
when they got back from then,  there was a wind, shining.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 44

Awake. I unharness my lost bruise.
Scrap all that was before save a few
Tokens, now already spent. From all
Sides the knives. But they are dull
In comparison with "mercer" with
Eviction notices, with death by
Total organ failure. So smiling in their
Glints is at best gray-humor. 

Is cool. Kein problem. No grudge
That everyone wishes the best &
Theirs is the foot-placed in next
Best step. All I'm saying is that if
Something is gonna give, it ain't
Gonna be imposed. Awake, I choose.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 43

His re-ghosted loamness likes to regain
the unharness of a rocked snooze;
dogs bark @ the parked cars’ rain—
clearly we’ve again lost the blues.
If we find it, that’ll be news!
like a sun-filled pine cone landing on a train.
It may be that then we’ll have to refrain
from an agony pumped up with logic-dues.

Clicking slender bursts without surface
is the way to get ahead. Moistly like us
fold the phrases like me.  Not like us
is the dribbleglassed-together purpose
that keeps focued on this, our nerdness.
In space, i heard the fedback mike fuss.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 42

Ghostmass weighs on Me.
unseeing w/o Wonderment.
un-agreeing w/o Sentence
ontolo-armed Being, on
Alert. now early a Sun gets 
unslept up, comes wet upon 
Clutterthrongs of (I am the 
Recipient & thus a Date
I've newly met with slender 
Means) Repercussions. 
like Me asked for, nine;
like its I, bearing this Culpbody
down. rescinded all but Doubt.
Train Wrecks in earnest.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 41

The ghost of an ex-mass without presents,
aromatically griddler. a  bouncy unseeing;
Wee flop sum running without wonderments.
The Rat Pack witch slaving, un-agreeing.
Yankee Happy Meal neonized dribble: sun, fleeing
like a Roman with real estate, but ! without peasants!

Plenary muscle spasm without sentence
armed only with comical gun being

Now early in the west you see a sun set
getting up in the morning with a vowel unsleep cutter:
as much a where as you cd get,
always our vocabulary coming up wet;
no file selected is a kind of clutter--
heil, follower:  well un-met!

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 40

With this here chromatic range-fiddler
Glinda, the witch of the glazing too-toos
Match slid the blown-out neonized cave.

She a-burped into slept-in sting-hive
Forwarding rave heaven dances like 
None other than "will not ever Heaven be";

There ain't nutting funny about Jesus. Yucks:
I’ll give you brownies famous french fashion design 
Only much much smaller. Thine vowels ate sleep cuter. 

I certificate with a calculus text open over his face
That I hadn't seen that mess in a minute!

Yearlong sonnet-- Iteration 39

glazing too with a match slide
blown out neonized cave
w chromatic range-finder   glide
into slept-in sting-hive rave

idem one back
or creep nasty
tuning empty lake rack
your vowels ate sleep
consonants too clear
end here
and go on to first from lasty

it's just about the same steep
unfootnoted
way to shout: run, shut; ..  gloated

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 38

*glazing too glazing glide
less coramix
[chloromatic]
hive with sort sore

idem x-siten
creep nasty
tuning form pout contourition
your vowels ate sleep
in dent on tongue
[start here]
with substance-zero echo

about the same thwack
flickumble
there, but for*

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 37

osculum tohuo glazing nit ositn osculum too glazing glide 
pailette lesscrack po m oramix
toto nexu hum justly s tho sew hole-fried:
maturation won’t hive. With subspecies soar-a-mix

E.P. or of pout crack idem stoogle cane x-site
racks ting in thumbgggggggsystem forever sawi creep as
tuning fork pout contour-position system recite
your vowels oppil tuning fork pout ate sleep snazz 

klatch esker at S-mizzle indents tongue fumble
with suave stance for eversawing all gleck station.
With substance-zero fer echolocation.

i dun no about the same thwack or spout
maybe if ya due yu cood hold flick stumble
there, but for the grace of cod, goes a snix out.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 36

osculum tohuo glazing nit ositn osculum too glazing glide 
pailette lesscrack po m oramix
toto nexu hum justly s tho sew ho-fried:
maturation won’t hive. With subspecies soar-a-mix

E.P. or of pout crack idem stoogle cane x-site
racks ting in thumbgggggggsystem forever sawi creep as
tuning fork pout contour-position system recite
your vowels oppil tuning fork pout ate sleep snazz 

klatch esker at S-mizzle indents tongue fumble
with suave stance for eversawing all gleck station.
With substance-zero fer echolocation.

i dun no about the same thwack or spout
maybe if ya due yu cood hold flick stumble
there, but for the grace of cod, goes a snix out.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 35

Nix tongue to those to ogle the ear, act
Painless crack position humor a mix
To tongue those who I am justrates
Mature-a-treme with me. With substance far

Idents to ogle can extreep or of crack pout
System forever sawing in thumor a stunned
Cost our position creep rack pout system
Forever eyes oppone spot rotates not rotates

Catches not rotates mole extreme
With substance forever sawing an eggs with me.
With substance i’m justrate idents tongue to recite

Identification your lagging ear, a query
Catches not rotates lagging and in this
They’re similar to thursday's nix. Out.

Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 34

no has a gulf’d fee veldt, sag a chit.  nah....
pine code will bomb yer mom, like a Nero;
no ire to eye those vets,  tongue the id with,  ah!
lines. with me.  draw on your braid rub hero
re: it once materialized for you,  O !
negative in the ear, a churn, to lick our pad ... rah!
are you now or have ya never been, a psy mi whee, slow?
and, an SS does not have gears, to chant it blah                 (or so)

ha! our status upped & died, do easy creed;
just the six of us, tsk tsk, so, they slew a slow seeing:
or, a question gets foreverized, poet spies can bleed;
crazy as that way with content, i’m afraid!
just one bit of pop cult,  like they’re always saying...
a wordless corner,  turn, grow ...  treeing !