the world is filled with choose ( chaosmose)
(Douglas Carter died on Sunday)
--------A dirty agencement to get that asSemBlage emblem blem blem em em goin
the other way to a line of love fight. Not A StoP SigN. O
twisted to the winter deterritorialization of becomings clung around the room of varoom. This brick-layer
becomes a a, a, a , bricoleur. Dig. Ya do dig. Not as collage but as rip-ups and further bit becomings
counter the grail of holy knowledge truth brung back the tinier sprig and cocoon. of the butterfly.
So she invoices the revoice. A receipt to hearing its thing cordage. She's a fine wrap. Azure fly.
'Strange attractors...' lovers.. the quantum of literature. Indeed holding one's hand
an 'unconscious' one at that, to the future.
limited to the quantum of writing he discusses----
who writes your poems of love and dog
struggle with that thing shaped as a
on the bus
blonde as her ... Ofor
an adage, of love's clandestine phase?
Now take the thimble fill it for water praying to the geese guessing there's no name to vouchsafe nor playing around the kid to eternity?
She fumble the loan 'making good ' her come-back. As any spare worn suitor.
Now doesn't he
look cool as if