Lost premise

How little do I need to say

to be part of the conversation

Three or four buses

crossed the street into the shop

I dreamt of an airpocket

where it doesn't rain

I watched it race along streets

your storm of wakefulness

blind spot to account for

More negative please

Shiny object

I lack all feeling for

what speaks thru parentheses

If gesture cut loose

wrangled yet undefined

I punched the mirror

it’s my repugnant theatre

I chose the tangent

internalized the negative

& sold myself a bill of goods

Have I told you the story of the

ventriloquized scream

(she says she is in pain)

We seek pencil on paper

a deadpan translation

& struggle for stubborn facts

so that the weak may triumph

if there were time to take time

I would subtract myself

& yield to the senator from Minnesota or Maine

or rather opt for nullset or muzzle

& question my body's response

answers captive to the memory of music

I lack all feel for what speaks

(night in which all cows were black)

Paradise if you don’t mind the extremes

the outliers the laughter the tumultuous

drone the placebo

The intoxication coupled in place

with complicit tears

I lack all feeling for

what speaks thru parentheses

(discourse of the unsaid)

exempt from superego

We found your reciprocal angel at the 99 cent store

A barbarism absent all ideology

how to mimic doxa

(inseam of digestive tract)

how to return the pitched ball

how to become proximate cause

to the point of indifference

The miserablist

Every selection, every decision, is a little violence. The artist who cut off his hand to display it in a self-portrait. The end of the hand in contemporary painting. A phantom limb.

Here comes denial

no possibility of change

Here comes eyeroll

They said leave no footnotes

they said don’t fire until you see the whites

the eggshells the blood orange communes

Let us extinguish light and shadow

Let us reverse cinematic shock

& abolish magic machismo

They set out to destroy thatched huts

social compunction until sodality goes poof

until heroic fade to black

Frantic circuit to synapse

Remember the empire state

plates handpainted irradiated

They said believe nothing

they said manipulate yourself

Motto for self-cannibalizing hole-in-one

Leaderless flak jacket

immune from stunts and strategies

our puritan misanthrope refused to look back

I liked your interior stylesheet

almost no punctuation

commas but no periods

If I embrace the alien

literature

I’d stand six feet under

We succumbed to Occam’s signature cut

& fell in with the in crowd

his emoticons her Moby Dick

Here comes denial

no possibility of change

Here comes eyeroll

Signal distortion

-for Charles

Did you see the headline

Unrest spreading to grain markets

Intense handhold explained in code

I uncover nostrils

& take my poison straight

Dueling neurons

for the quantum leap I want

to feel the lives of those lost

If memory is triggered by a virus

I desire to be infected

I want to blank the blanks that Jack built

Frequency dependent

linear in gain with unstable levels

When the stars are struck

paparazzi in jars

work to collect us

We pretend to act

Film stills out of the question

working to dominate ourselves

Mouth to mouth

against comic destinations

our transit pass

the difference between anecdote

and antidote

Send the thief

By internal logic

out of books

into the ruts

of unfruitful meditation

We wait for radiant heat

for ink to dry, for uncoolant

for the initial corrupt

It is time for sad scholars

to make a pile of cash

for the mock elite

for rigorous quaking fist

for unreliable sump

time for sunsets & expertise 

Let’s send the thief

pwned intensity

all click & drag

spider pants & porn

the problem with masses

robots in service of song

Hot dog hysterian

                  -after the village explainer

something about a dust jacket

something something about pounding fascists

& then we went down to the slip

illegible as the tender night

you talked as if you were living in a cloud

as if the line that once connected us

heh don't touch! You’ve already

stolen too many calories per hectare

as your fuselage creeps south

truncated due to size

the most private blemish

bigger than anything

tattooed enough to shout

count me out

I want the non-transferable book

my little blacklist

squeezed into a closed fist