"the before and afters work for me"
who knew
we grew into
the stew, the slop
the sunny pop
improv brought the son and pop
together
we wailed
we blew, we felt
the pulse, the swing
the other thing
we couldn’t put our finger on
whatever
we tripped
we fell into
the clue, without
the nagging doubt
credit for mistake as
variation
fun with what
you can’t pin down
take a stab
intrepid, glad
to play it as we make it up
together
insignificant other
in atmospheric light distortion
there’s a deep encoded old proportion
a fleeting pareidolic actor
a mottled modeled social factor
inject illusory corpuscle
and flesh it out with mirrored muscle
tense and then relax the flexor
in a momentary facial texture
(hui:)
anon anon anon anonomously
not unhappy we will be
A to B to see the dots and edges free-
ly floating zero g
from the basement to the attic
pick out voices in the static
filter friend from foe fanatic
and attend to what is most dramatic
midst the bubbling public gather
in the humming, hubbub, buzz and blather
sifting, lifting bits of meaning
listening for a glistening gleaning
in the sand or on the beaches
does the tide intend to teach us?
in the meadow or the clover
was it we who rolled it over?
in the trees or in the forest
crackling twigs and leaves implore us
better to be lost than beaten
better to be fooled than eaten
spot dna spittle
from radical plate
meta note duo
you detonate
metal placid armor
felt tips and tops
spud nap unit maps
spam tin up and ups
~
anal prod radio
verb mitten net
timbre void ardor
plan a
~
(self fawning is sign in waffles)
buried
cold mud volcano, green on the ocean floor
extrude under pressure, in formation to ignore
out of the silence, a vacuum to avoid
grace under pleasure, we’re only humanoid
no mastermind behind it all
ideas arise, fighting words fall
riverbed footprints in ancient pursuit
remember the monster, we shake in our boots
erosion of morals, huge bodies of work
buried in thought, we bubble and perk
celebrate the bittersweet
because the cold’s not pain
and the pain’s not cold
can you let go of the suffering
that built your soul
tell me true, and i’ll be true
to what i don’t know
shiver down my spine
muscular contractions
generating heat
i’m crushing this illusion
i’m calling in the keepers
it’s all energy
celebrate the bittersweet
because the cold’s not pain
and the pain’s not cold
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