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Dedicated to the ideas of Thomas Walton, channeling Keats, but not with permission of either to publish this channeling. In other words, this post means as much nothing as intended.

#nc17poem 1 a leg I hopped like grasshoppers floating between fence posts and flames (burnt forest) sang our history

#nc17poem 2 spools of women and the allies too noticing discarded signs anyone can continue the skies continue blue

#nc17poem 3 it isn’t near give the face a lift with your hands cupped round mallets made of stone

#nc17poem 4 exquisite in this lighting moon in retrograde human in reprimand missing our warmth missing her flesh’s heat

#nc17poem 5 a courtroom of machinegun fire fires out fire alighted like fire or flame old wrinkles are charred

#nc17poem 6 new ideas opened the poem opened like a mouth like a gaze this world’s walk on stilts

#nc17poem 7 path to tomorrow gold-ifided together march and march and march more it is the time of birds

#nc17poem 8 apply the makeup and scream long into the phone like we’re sitting spitting at glass once more

#nc17poem 9 am touching hands touching his hand the puppy smiles think of words that don’t exist like “cubescent”

#nc17poem 10 and love is matched with hate thus thorough the orange dictator spawning microcosmic microaggressions under moon color

#nc17poem 11 and what is love saying this amidst fields existing in a childhood chromatic AF after all phosphorescence

#nc17poem 12 in plastering your walls the deadest black men your own braided dread that you haven’t done enough

#nc17poem 13 pills upon pills swallowed age demanding ultra humanism we defend with ultra robotic consumption

#nc17poem 14 bringing bucketfuls of fear that we are irreverent always will remain it the white privilege consumes extinguishes

#nc17poem 15 those damnations of mortar roar and tourniquet bloodstains removal of false vocabulary incisors carved like mud bootprint

#nc17poem 16 except in this coffee which exists in have which damn well feels like a garden path (weeds)

#nc17poem 17 swept up through undertow abrupt in black hoods stuttered in white hoods red sheath emerging from pockets

#nc17poem 18 arrangement of market chaos and molecular chaos finely we don’t think about micro-cosmological enough now or sewage

#nc17poem 19 haven’t done the reading haven’t cooked the meat haven’t severed my meat from any of these limbs

#nc17poem 20 escape velocity nice tomb nice bomb before prom prompt action a lingering simple phantom limb syndrome huh

#nc17poem 21 eruption is what’s called climate change is angry I beam at you man I just keep beaming

#nc17poem 22 the blackberries in my freezer certainly contain frozen bugs think of life then all one big freeze

#nc17poem 23 androids could become hard and could cum harder if only we knew who was really who arousing

#nc17poem 24 the street a layer of sin below ice or at least verge and converging my feet slip

#nc17poem 25 no voice but here in the sordid lack the void the pit in the in the pronouncement

#nc17poem 26 I will remember gray and her being graceful and someone says “Grey,” it’s not my name: Tabled

#nc17poem 27 Touch the political season with a knifeblade opened the skin of discourse ripe for a piercing again

#nc17poem 28 Not stream of consciousness instead more like river a raging water gorge of knowing and known Gone

#nc17poem 29 His golden hair angry and thus makes me feel anger in libraries gotta toughen up boy Man

#nc17poem 30 Keep pushing forward eh And you will breathe And life will pass And prevent some suffering Greg

#nc17poem 31 So: Ganesha in the box Altoids in the tin Spray in the bottle Pages in the book

#nc17poem 32 gray hoodie boy standing and now justice decapitaton and the presence of sobriety amidst cavern of books

#nc17poem 33 how is it that the voiceless have voices that become hollow as after effect lack of intention

#nc17poem 34 swarm of bluest birds undead like bullets untrue like crawling and so we fly drive to death

#nc17poem 35 exacto mundo exacto blade exacto lathe and then exactly we lather no common sense in this void

#nc17poem 36 anxiety is as exaltation is as re anything my fingers causing needs beyond any vision slight puke

#nc17poem 37 my hands blotchy from cold or robotic from being too human the man outside isn’t there either

#nc17poem 38 new ghost lines crash cruise ship never did it never fell in love with climate denial more puke

#nc17poem 39 it could have looked like a book but instead evil ads float through the air breathed in

#nc17poem 40 I would like to travel beyond where I’ve traveled before and the greatest constraints acknowledge like prayers

#nc17poem 41 counting like drum beats the one two three four five my mind opening up like a pit

#nc17poem 42 what if I forget the number and then forget to breathe and then forget to say hello

#nc17poem 43 goodbye would be the hardest but it has been the hardest so cheating is hacking into trees

#nc17poem 44 the gift of the prompt like a bundle of rubber or cluster of metal upon the desk

#nc17poem 45 she says i’m awake and i look at the glitter of my new understanding a lit fuse!

#nc17poem 46 as if there could be more intensity and as if there could be dancing instead spinning floating

#nc17poem 47 an odd arrangement Taoism Confucianism Antiism Predictable Dyslexia Amnesia Oak tree shadows cowering and covering before you

#nc17poem 48 dreaming of curry but really coconut but really oil but really heat but really light anything but

#nc17poem 49 we think of immigrants as data and then I think of we as other weeds on fence

#nc17poem 50 erupting like holes we dig we did but not me: Aaron versus trees we discuss over beer

#nc17poem 51 the calmest narratives the most harrowing with no consumption just subsistence empty aisles lonely beds bones pressing

#nc17poem 52 let us walk these empty streets we have imagined for years the horrible we can’t leave behind

#nc17poem 53 squalid and pi day hollow it comes like a cat’s pay to face whisker is too visible

#nc17poem 54 shit on the side corners boxes or rooms and the cleanliest place doesn’t exist islands open up

#nc17poem 55 i scratch my head but no flakes lemon meringue with the hair twist cream solidified like landfills

#nc17poem 56 attempt to decipher and defuse a situation that has become coded several steps ahead like chess ugliness

#nc17poem 57 in another reality that’s slightly nicer it’s me dancing but here it’s me with a headache angry

#nc17poem 58 I dream of Seattle across the water grinding grinding ground like a hog like a dead hog

#nc17poem 59 I yawn and I am a dragon getting ready fire in the form of illness and exhaustion

#nc17poem 60 it could come in any space the way the carpet presses downwards a joint or adjoined and societal toupee

#nc17poem 61 open up your belief system I imagine Yoko Ono mentioning before going to sleep with corpsed husband

#nc17poem 62 every space we could drive we do and every space we could thrive marrow consumed a bust

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