Laziness is the source

Inextricable bond

phantom with the same mess

wrap around reality

absorbed in compulsory

eyepatch

It felt telepathic

Laziness is the source

To exist is one thing

at 8 o'clock noon is perceived

the story of a british man

Friday's precarious unease

If ecstacy is frugality of need

(I mean the joy of barely covering it)

As if duplicated in countless

walks they ignore

& give up on science

The real coup reserved

for riding in the sun

A woman now dead

not a nose but more relaxed

naked or clothed in extensive folds

bearing intimately w/itself

The opposite fr(e)ud

herding together its litany

It's not awake it's not

the get up & go

it's not the voice

Laziness is the source

Jewel of modular design

Closed for undeserved pleasure

Abducted with poison

Marching on foot

Why is there nothing rather than something

Scapegoat headfirst

& by diversity sentenced

by the fumes of indigestion

by the vapor of charcoal

by this friendly yet anxious night

After cruel slaughter

provision with cicadas

sanctuary with aching bones

 

Laziness is the source

Phrases punctuate the quest

False appearance in the place

reserved for words Sleep

tireless voyeur of image

Susceptible to happiness

vertigo of implacable flesh

indifferent to questions

to the physics to come

ps. stunned to be streaming

the greatest

head first in chaos

we lose our dogs our youth

our love to suppose

terror the ability to remember

to bite

the ship awake