My boots are
moguls of leather I need someone to roll the window down I need fresh Wyoming
air if your breath can sustain a string of words you can say almost anything
and you’ll feel soothed you’ll waddle like a duck and quack hilarious
epiphanies to the surrounding hills
I’m feeling
talented today I’m just not sure what specific talent I have there’s a universe
behind my eyes is it the same as the one in front of my eyes I can’t be sure
but it’s worth looking into let’s start with the wobbly properties involved in
the geometric deformation of objects polyhedral sonnets in continuous
transformation mathematical entities blasts of sunlight crashing through the
blinds to glimmer and dance among the many banjos hanging on the wall everybody
knows the butter is melting a feeling that big needs a show Deak Harp live at
the Blue Canoe in Tupelo if you’ve got to milk a riddle any old barn will do
what old soul among these hungry ghosts could refuse to descend into the
untranslatable musings of Rilke
It takes about
five hundred catfish to push the river my left eye shrinks and distorts people
I have a macular hole an immaculate ejaculate and the dishes are breaking due
to a nascent personality unfamiliar with Dawn dish soap
Everything’s on
thin ice these days this will rip it into summer everywhere I go I see
helicopters tents on all the sidewalks I’ve got androids hemorrhoids
earthquakes wars extremism autism fauvism quantum tunneling lunar swirls ball
lightning the cry of Memnon missing NASA officials on my mind and a big
cardboard box stuffed with letters from the 60s when people were still people
and said things full of spirit and enthusiasm
I love illusions
your breasts are sizzling with nipples galore and a map of China
Just below the
surface of these words there’s a hawk urging you to jump into your life naked
just below the dirt all the images talk among themselves the natural sphere of Ungeschirmtheit
is the invisible and interior of consciousness what are poets for they’re the
bees of the invisible pollinating our minds the world surrounding us is diverse
and teeming with life certain phenomena can evolve in such a way the symmetries
shimmer into variances of the initial state creating the grammar of phenomena
in which physics is written and everything relational is what it is by relation
with one another there are no absolute structures in the cosmos God is what
consciousness is before it knows
anything at all a pure ground that has not yet split into subject and object
and that’s when paraphernalia helps Porsche apple wallet car keys the golden
tempo of the dream machine Spirit Airlines Minnesota Lynx Dallas Wings Howlin’
Wolf’s Hohner C harp Spinoza’s microscopes temporary shifts in airflow
Our current
dystopia is tumbling into YouTube nostalgia we’re all pioneers at heart from
noon to Yuma it must mean something I wear spurs wide-brimmed hats quantum
waves of barroom bandana discord attracts my fingers there’s a swimming pool in
my eye here comes Calamity Jane smoking a cheroot I nod hello she completely
ignores me I keep my thoughts to myself what am I doing here how did I get on
this train I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of
something and knowing something all I know for sure is that I’m smart enough to
know that I’m dumb and the test of a good sarsaparilla is a quick earthy kick
backed by an asymmetric bravado
If you see
something luminous it’s probably a poem ten feet tall with 14 legs and a pair
of jersey wings I like my coffee black you can think anything during sex and it
will lead to a further engagement with the natural world convulsing within its
own wreckage anyone can run a chainsaw but who can fly a washing machine over
the Fairy Chimneys of Cappadocia whatever opens your door is perfectly fine be
it a knob be it a button last night we saw Picasso in a boa there was something
instinctive about it don’t ask me for the meaning of life the answer is shining
on the blade of an agave what kind of language urges intimacy I don’t know but
there’s a tuna in my pants I can feel its revelatory perturbances I like your
lack of severity some situations are just like that they look supernatural when
the lightning strikes but really my boots are moguls of leather just waiting
for some new soles new laces flappy new tongues seven league strides and a can
of Danner Boot Wax
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