Noun that I've been watching (22)

epitome.
yellow petals tip flecked with rubato
(read the voice of fragrance be
longing to a man at distance).
farthings collide to break a
part the whole flower brought by
love against odds proffered
destined for relaxed forgetting.
memory revives begs for a source
a reason and a cusp of something
firm and plain.
dance contraindicates your usual
bland mood I come unprepared for
chalice and what chattel you might
bride. these injuries hypothesized
remain mid-course and stream from
declaration. midnight games its way
into our foreground as the center
pales and from unplanned distance
waves away the damages.
commencement is a pretty word with nothing
to do with color of the robes.
expenses say themselves to functionaries.
let us rayban our dry eyes a minute
here at the crossroads of civilization
and routine. calendar years include
a part of us worth heaping on what follows.
maturation once mistaken for complacency
vibrates as so high a frequency
there are not minds enough to sort it
and discern luminous truth
from what C students tell themselves
and their compatrios. that surfaces
indicative of centers should be
confused at every juncture.

Noun that I've been watching (21)

violet.
empty of eyesight.
chance of retina
misaligned with
natural argument of nurture
vers
-us
-es
branches out from
obligation.
in a tacit
mention
bold lines
drive away eacg
tenderness.

laps around a peri
metric paragraph
parade
the state
-d
velvet qua
protection
that would mild
its way toward
northerly
intelligence.

this work of seeing
to match this walk
around neutrality
one hastens not to
match too
closely
to protect
one's customary
innocence.

introductory parry

on, as report to increment offering so, precisely indicating some so, there in movietheatre blotted out of strangeness the reductive in affect to parry. scaramouche homeward, debout le fenetre they watch -- curious. notional because itselvng where drawn inthin lines. elite vs democracy. classless social metier. is.....

Noun that I've been watching (20)

Feather.
Episodic silver winter
lushes past
the straightedged path.
Passion, the opposite of habit?
Whose stark sun?
A runaway spooled around wood carved into function.
Notice is a neutral act.
You wind me.
In a feasible enormous sunshine there are bodies
generously enclosing
would-be frost.
Let us pray.
Merely the leavings now.
Chance happiness.
One sweeps for reasons
undisclosed.
And light as in fresh weather.
Low weight.
Birthing old occurrence.
Who we are.

mutiny on the bounty

in the mode of behavior, whether more or lest the flyers imbibe cultural venders' stratification-mantras. oops, too long a system approximating a nounal greed, rendering some thought so complexcomplicating the nuance of pure word, the non existent wilderness of intention realitizing itself selving itselves more the emanationn in on the first floor.... as graded fire-sales to the entr'acte..... becomes natural.. is no happenstance natural? iffy....

assure to begins sweetly incisive

eager begins the omission of parallel-isotopes. returns from the outlying districts are years late, until umbilicals resume or are cut. precision is no more attendance for itself in on the carded literal, in broom leaving sorrow far beware... some smile to merrily proceed in the raging river--there is no snarling there is no hotwired narration--only in some substance the role sorts its venture assured. watch this space. a harrowing necessity will not overtake of the mirage in generations moved through water. near the bullets wait a piercing melody.