Futility, its premeditated steel storage cisterns,
silver fire extinguishers without
what is required to be a fire extinguisher,
in closely positioned groups
so that they form a rectangle—
a rectangle out of
an amount of steel storage cisterns—
that can be put on
the trunk of a truck
equally for to see…

Just as in a green car accident,
there are abandoned convergences.
Ripe, not bandits.

there were children otherwise
passing an empty pumpkin jug so that their accidents
wouldn’t shrink in the sun
wouldn’t take this inning jug
from the oracle

I

When he himself put to fall asleep
the world was a promised soap
On his finger the eyelid asunder
a clean but vigilant word Out of
the initials out of the general
The vigilance deafened—word
sand-shaved world

II
In his sleep was his word so confronted?
Away he went to drain those fluids Went
against the richest jellyfish promised
that he would have cleaned plates

III
after lime-peeled pots and pans—
word-plates Opportunistic witnesses
to addictive hoarding Away the sinkholes
May the fossil of pots and pans only prison
May the fossil of pots and pans genuflect
he his word a surface putting under them

IV
Away the sinkholes away the lack of handwash—
volcanic’s family owed pots and pans until they curled-up
fossils in a sinkhole away Sandy a newborn bathhouse
A hen, a hen, a hen—but, if given to dry, corely, a sink-
hole—soon the lime peelers have walked a hen away

V
Stalking like trees in innocence
shaking off lime sweat in thirst
a flicked, divinely dampened
bill—he-hen-he, he-hen-he
with his pots and pans should
drop but with which should
he inoculate his duty to bathe

VI
The difference between oak and pine
is ignorance, a dot, though
The lime peelers away but prostrate
appear to have become feral

The law and the laws will dance before laughing machines to find a medicine

Along for boxes—what lawless with guess disappearing and for nude
Along for boxes—what lawless with guess disappearing and for nude
its map mapped along          its germs for guess map along its for guess

Snot worth it sometimes this nude doctor         and kept this tin in the wind
Snot worth it sometimes this nude doctor         and kept this tin in the wind
snot sitting down free maps free mapped germs         free guessing

Down by a beard less downwards Downwards straight down less down         horn on horn
its waterclock directions for a cook disappearing cooking
Across no longer akimbo only those boats Only mold         horn to horn
Horn to horn—from through hunted Behind temerity to flood to box by box
its waterclock directions for a cook disappearing cooking
Down by a beard less downwards Downwards straight down less down         horn on horn

The lame and the lamer must dance before laughing machines to make a medicine

Into flytrap glass right, them berries—them balls butt but lamed so
Into flytrap glass right, them berries—them balls butt but lamed so
their mirrors mirrored into         some grounds o mirror into one lame so

Such munch their dwarf and giant stood         as expected back to ice to back
Such munch their dwarf and giant stood         as expected back to ice to back
crack all the leaves that’s some of us and the others         they won’t even meet
you

Halfway there cheek bandage half be Halfway there marks half         milk in milk
some berry oilwells off-right back into antennae
Rather am become up languished a hammer Am between dirt         milk of milk
Milk of milk—whether apart plunge If periscope skins them balls than balls and balls
some berry oilwells off-right back into antennae
Halfway there cheek bandage half be Halfway there marks half         milk in milk

Anyway onwards the color of the cloud is too thick to locate where

My Legs know the Way even if I go;
Pines below Them asking Boy—         Your body is Amazing—
That must be limiting

Poor posture yes you are—recede the horizon as dogs
Poor posture yes you are—recede the horizon as dogs

“lies the spleen” “blessing” “liquids”
“gutter wings and” “charming, light snow”

Your conductors are not prepared
Your conductors ought have already gone
probably might never find your ways back conductor
then would ever moving you conduct new steam butters
‘til found or out of sight For fifteen days I positioned
my dress on this doorknob to meet its resemblance
of you against your death The dress with the tear you sewed
But could never remember you sewed,
the dress I wore for fifteen days times fifteen days…
Don’t ever come back, don’t come back even though
Your absence is unbearable, you never saw my filth to begin with