poems from dec. 29

1. we are very patient, descending
from which the insurgents were attacking
to the house to the spaceships
with its point just touching
its silver glare there next to the hail stones
regardless of the space left beneath
the quieter fringe of trees
unfulfilled self-fulfilling prophecies
momentary spasms of the world
obligation is an opening
thick noises washed my mouth
i am suspicious of the last line
in front of a firing squad
a diametric opposite

2.
what is you wanted to bed me
we don't know we're alive
what if you didn't want to put clothes on
we are suffering feet first
the best scene in the movie
heaving sea the same eurydice
the traffic stopped and a crowd watched
breath seizes you right into the metaphor-flurry
three teenage girls surround a boy
great glowing fault outward
please please please please
the consonant forests i want to love alive
the rusty hanger abortion joke
we are the ones who make of death

3.
the morning plum gilded
joseph makes sense of the big man's dreams
the scene of the crime loose sky
i put a large duffel bag of explosives into my mouth
the field is the sky our master the dream
now if it happens again i won't be ready
our word accretion volcanic
any moment it could stop suddenly stop
surviving is its deformation
me and my metaphysical alienation
vibrate into the furrows
and if my voice is music it is unintelligible

4.
you were trying to convince me that we should buy shovels
orpheus already needed the movemen of writing
i put you in a cage with sausages and bacon
go to the door
the radio is playing your favorite song
plunging into the earth
i never liked that ending the constant refolding of dreams
my in breaths and counting my out breaths
whiskey and kisses for everyone
without boundaries where these ears are
leading out bodies in a dumpster
how could i not be the work of descending
mounting the stairs in lamplight
gripped and undone i am hunting for something

5.
care is clear hear her clear
the tripped alarm in your cockpit
gripped and undone revealing my bookshelf
as we hurl along suddenly stop
behind the world eternity teeth departed
my unmedicated eyes
the infinite distance he gave me death
until the dosage was a perfect ten
place of language you've always known on the edge
wanders and drags me
i revolt therefore we are
my poems and their party schedule
bodies and their intervals inherit the empire
everyone smile that's it

6.
marching marching new new new new day
a return backwards at every moment
anasthesia for infants
threshold of the individual
the author's name misspelled
a vibrating complex
pumping me full of progesterone
transcendence of a stranger
every touch so much imperceptible
opening out of a limitless field
and of course that irritable reaching
universe in a dazzling wake
erasing the family narrative
of being being being being

7.
my father has a nightmare
i leave my desire stranded
we will change everything nothing
swimming alongside the narrator
but she dreams dreams
and consequently lonely walks
this morning alone
all has remained over loud bells
things inside other things
bird who was and was
bleeding shits and pills
hospitality thus becomes dreams limbs
i get drunk and go out dancing
in the absolute of overthrowing