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when i'll be able to screech you'll get a postcard from me, so you know something of the sound. it will be a single photograph of my lips just beginning to part, and they're dry so you'll notice the thin ridge of pulling apart becoming taut, and under my eyes will look like upsidedown yoos and you'll be able to see defensive ears with hands closing quick, so they're blurry.

your beautiful face
gives such verb
what adjective
oh my!

i want the work
the give of love
to put
and dig a well
you would find
i'm quite unperfect in this
only now i've learned to dig
i want you to help me
and lets laugh
because of coffee and oranges
and haha grapes and some biscuits
tinkering with brownness
and cold fronts
what a silliness of me alone

noeoeine

look it............joy's cheap tick.
         {hopping in a cream drunkgiggle}
         {from yer establishment}

i made a sounds and it's just a few notes who become stretched...
it's on repeat.
asimilar infatuation, for sure...uhuh her the mystery is wellformed.
         {but i'm a good kind of fool.}

i see skills and completion she looks like a black-background paystarforaday. and takes the vhs home and a number of her cats dance.
         {because i'm lucky like this.}

when i always judge my face
it's a halftone
and reversed negative
compressed in a vanmirror
vertically
and i accept the falsehood
of light in the garage
so easily you see

i can consider where i'm
almost leaving they're clearing
the raingutters of leaves
and other debris
relics{release}from timezero
valuing out
that's we're personthing

"nick, you owe it to your species to be beautiful"
"you have no responsibility to distraction"
"infactyouhave the opposite one"
{child}

and i'm constantly not wrong
and bothered
left of or missing incorrect by
eighty
millimeters
and howmany grahams werefor shannon
when she melted a chocolate chip in her
navel
how many of his telecasters didn't i wipe away
when i really tried to kiss her
ohyeah, once i did.

i also stole some of her vodka
and mixed it with juice belonging to wesley
and went up stairs and drank ocala
i was a dumbkid
put poorly

and lastly, lover
oh yes, you are
i continue to always be beginning
starting over
because of... no answer
just newness learned
every other wednesday
and fridays til nine
a precursor, perpetually in
honeybearjars
of a crumb ate

i thought jon was dead tonight
i said goodbye and flo will be here soon
        warmed up my car
        while smoking
{he didn't move}
        puffed for five minutes
        with the driver door open
        and a three song tape
{he hadn't moved}
        reviewed cpr training, wondered if flo
flo could maybe handle it
{he hadn't grudged to say anything or moved}

so i went back in calmly and shook him on the shoulder and he was just sleeping

someguy named _______ and getting bored curious. yeah, it's a prophet5. hope you find one someday. almostyawn. sometimes leadaways satisfy.

     you wouldn't be wrong to say
     anything you wanted

*s are still outside when you don't bother. don't bother and stirup my lips. get a back full of gamma for half an hour or longer, please. be a better door than a windoe.

havre montana again just thought i'd
say so. okay. so i am a completionist
and fuck if i didn't feel transparent

in that wind went out and stretched into
a somewhat stranger shiver the spell
icelance cast and committed all effects on i thought i had flowers

shooting up from my back and shoulders and now they must be
freeze dried wisps. so i am a completionist i'd thought my
coat was warm

holly, tired and employed
bagged my shaving shit
envelopes
hand soap
light bulbs
bubble wrap roll

and apologized for having to void something
i said "ah, don't sweat it," and wanted to say her name out loud, to bring her out of being a cannonball with still fire suspended in clear cheese, having melted through with momentum this fuck job, and froze like a warm body gassing through the crust of some cold planet, resigning miserably to a world-sized straightjacket.
i could have touched her, she was so close i could have reached into her hair which sighed
{my fingers are this gentle, teasing you off work& flourescent squinting}
i saw briefly into holly's eyes and took my shit and left

come to bed, baby
i feel i need to be touching you
n that your skin would feel good now
that everything's colder
let's both help, and make this very simple
come away from the games
you can show me all your little shows
tomorrow but i want to be near now, near you
on the bed and quiet looking
too close for eye contact

we had bikes of going
to differing agreeable states
and you had dark reddish hair, that was agreeable
so, let's write down that we agreed too well
while our complete separation agrees still
are you still in niagara falls?
buying your mother a new roof?
do you still write your kind of songs now?
maybe i'm in them, but i doubt it because i really was mostly good to you.
that undisguised lust we had!
what a help!
mutual sucking!
and when we cried about the bikes, it was just out of a sense of duty
i suppose.

iseen a lot of holes get filled, or not be holes anymore
what's the reason?
not just time, pointing

not lessons,
being taught

oh, but i still chew on my bottom lip, though

driving around by myself

i still steal when needed, when not given enough

wondering at repeated faces of infatuations of just girls
chewing on my time, spitting out the juice, saving up juice
interchanging shoes on moods of i'm a walking sight
brown ones or comfortable? i dono. i'm looking at the clouds!
why can't you just see so i don't have to explain? that's volume!

i still steal when needed, when not given enough

now some people always liked to see
my ass in underwear
and they told me about it- flattery i couldn't comprehend
but i took it to own it, and now i too like it,
and twist around now
and again

hoth it's three states away
engage terrain following mode
set speed to seventynine
who sings a song about a wool
mackinaw and stirred his coffee
with his thumb?
choices i've already made a decision
i'll change sexuality like a pair of socks
for the right pair of people it's
the want of inclusion
if everyone feels loved and satisfied
why can't we just form a small society?
remember i'm o so
willing itching pining and able
just tell me when to take off my shoes

maybe my beard isn't as powerful as i need it to be
where rangers gain attacks for being rangers
i become deflected coin spun into varying %s of shadows
but not wanting to be unnoticeable

*s of east africa skinny wants
come bowling or curling like sigh kites
gain ground, cabal, operation wolf gun sticky from the stollen

here's a blonde hope i'm stewing quite well in this sauce, lapping up exited plastic moments from the fuck-and-suck microfilms, the pinch, bite and tickle abandoned seventy-three buick centuries. my memories have gone on crack-runs during a turfwar between the watch-and-smirk bedbouncer charcoal fingersmudge-wiping tongue-profile studies and the nose-drowned, fresh-shave chin-fuck, and nose-cock sinus-cunt messy yeahyeahuh, you turn the bed in two concaves of soundless skin silpheryfriction thighswipe forgetfulness, the juice man-o-wars that were once tattooed and somehow gorgeously pointless in the pressy gluttony of closed-eye wall-licking. i'm having a wine tasting of moments after and i'm invited. i remember the exits. the numbers and interchanges, mattress flips and two-way yields. i got butter for my door when i scraped the divider from the wrong lane (for my pretty lips), something was swift to befriend me...a thing thick and howling and blessedly unnoticed which gave and churned, a whorl of slobber-gapes and eye contact. i fucked simplicity in the ass at least a dozen times, no complaints. i was indiscriminate and constantly amused and lovingly tricked for good months, i had appreciated flesh and hid like a not-drawn young tentacled monster at the bottom of a watery sinkhole shaped like a j; not even soaked bedcovers could drown me. i figure i've lived for three months, judging the sum of days in view. i love my windows and keep them defogged and smoke them to a basalt mute. i'd kiss myself in their reflection if i could get my tongue in. my back is an ill-kept golf course...i'm so used to sleeping in a depression, and the firm pushes back. Laluna came to me and i swiped all fuzzy history of swamp and licked nipples, pillows' esses and streaming pink cheeks' deceptive boyishness so skinny. Laluna made her mine a knife in a j shape and it wafted me calm to bed down the stairs. Laluna guesses i'm the choice this time, in some year like this an equal time since her other choice...let me not feel too important for her impossibly smiling.

iisie ss eug egmmentind... leaning ont at ower over.......vvvviinnninnnnouuut
       were at bat
       hinters at
       the thedark

when knees are reached stop and reset. ra rat. i could say his name {templeton} not my idea either. nots either, babe.

              iisaid that you have

nice hair. and anymore? only monochrome? oh wellforme                            d

now i've got this urge to take tests all day
thing is to thing as thing is to thing
mostly ninety-nines
i knew a kid, jason beckinbaugh
who thought it was much faster when it came to erasing
to drop the pencil and pick it up backwards
instead of trying to turn it around
he had every possible toy
and went to harrison elementary
the gifted school i tested into
we'd been friends before i came to his school
but when i did i found...
oh i found out
about jason beckinbaugh
did they ever huddle around you and pat your back
and then run in a starburstshape away?
on a green grass field?
did a gob of spit hit your down coat as you stood by the bus?
did you know nothing about revenge, too?
well, you found...
oh, you found out about revenge
that's why you have a chewed up inner lip
and little style to your dress
among the rest
i'm skirting it, yes
but i'd have banks of pencils
some pointing up
some pointing down
and every time a different end was needed
i'd throw away the current one
i'd throw away both ends of the current one

can i even just have fun, and play a game?
god, i'm a stiff, dusty tone...
an anti-whirlwind
take a lesson from tony and luis, luke
and cuba and castro and blunts
baseball and chess and cribbage
and fourteenth century spanish
battleships in bottles
can i just hold a person's eye
without always piercing it?
"excu me!"
"yesterday, marlboro, today, basics"
ah you brown, happy men
who stroll easily in the day
give me a little of your insincerity
so i don't always have to vomit some truth onto the carpet
orange and glaring
at everyone in the room...
who would want it that way?
who would want my fever in their house?

don't be shocked when i collapse. catch me if you want to. you know you can.
put your hand on my shoulder and move it slowly down and across my back. just press in with your palm and grip a little with your fingers. is it okay that i need you to do this? even do you want me to need a little? oh i'm not excusing myself, not ever wholly. not to you, della. i'm never really saying please, della. did you know about your arms and your power not involving your arms and your hands? since three i've been in love with the french curve. looking for its original. not the flesh, though i may ride in you times like a drowsy kid soaking up roads through olds suspension. curves ridden around when i am almost dreaming something and still hearing everything. like this, shouldn't be ended as it has to sometime i'd not consider in forethought. and probably will not. never really. you always have to get out of the car, but there are a lot of cars, aren't there, della? i was standing next to an open pantry and they said or screamed we are cars. easily the headlights get to eyes, and piso mojado they peel.
don't they della?

ho hum

i wanted a dad named mick with a lightpenjob

but a humiliator got his head smushed in dogshit

smoke and drink

and he blew away his nose too like a trainhorn i'll say his watch clinked and had
tanktreads
he had to have owned a watch like that once catching his
armhair

real bitchy
you know

proud when he had good shits and tinnitus quadrophonic
original indeed he tipped the couch we were sitting on and
the cops smushed his face in dogshit

searcy and judsonia had between them a good hundred mile road at ten years old, now only sure as long as me driving ignores regularly. i don't know the south and i don't particularly want to but it's taste got in my mouth fiercely. there are real good old boys. there is catfish in a deep broiler and it tastes transparent and you do eat and aren't ever quite full of it. i wonder how grapevine cigarettes tasted to an oklahoma boy who saw all that dust to tell me about it someday. i think i'm too fast and cheap to appreciate the south.

now i've cordoned off a whole cement house in my chest anchored in pinker mud
what air even effloresces piss dank up when windows couldn't be cleaned a chimney
sweep could have a field day not a damned singing one though unless he planned
a score in his own windbags chimed out in messy dabs a tag of nondescription
blatz on a wall like the proud history of gimmie a sigeret

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