de la heaven
Was lost in de la heaven
Some architecture rounds out no more
I have met my match
All girls hustled into the capsule hotel
programmed as you've gotta move
gotta go
gotta go!
as all my boys raise hell
Our underground thang glows
what causes this effect, I don't know
I step ever forward in relation to
yr dress.
cosmic body in a sun
—
I've since written to you
last night I dreamt I wrote
a breathtaking letter
in which I elaborated on my actions the meanings
and then articulating, in Olsonesque fashion
clearly my thoughts of you and
I ran the words through my lobes
a few times for good measure, thought, Yes.
will certainly draft this in the
morning, pronto!
This poem is what became of it.
and the reluctance on my part
to see you a third time
settled in
—
Tip Brother Duck
for another swell cut
and two ladies
who wash,
scratching massage
two bucks
Cantonese banter
Chinese drama
on the screen
another wounded
official and his
concubines
w/ none at ease
ouch!
wash wash
colder water on my knees,
a girl further on in
a red cap
I write of her
does she of me?
cosmolog
you're a poet you're a locomotive
out of fashion like fig.1
a poet is a locomotive is a galaxy
one that looks like ours to someone living
in another galaxy
now the radiance of yourself you call it nothing
perhaps maybe call it the dinner you made
of which you were so proud,
call it luminosity, which is one factor.
the other being how distant you are from me.
a poet'll work out the luminosity and the distance
to figure out exactly how bright you are.
conversely, if you knew the luminosity of other poets
in the galaxy (to keep it simple)
you can work out their distance from you
by measuring their apparent brightness
3.12.a
our vet thinks two to three kilos
can sit inside mariah's uterus, okay?
so don't fuck around.
And now? One's available without one.
Discover light & fit Greece
in the cup of Dannon.
This is your party.
Party City ad came on,
didn't you used to work there baby?
Oh, no, that was Party Stop,
like a small town version
of Party City. You used to draw snowmen
on the windows during the winter.
How math thematic.
It isn't likely that Nelly has
never had cereal before,
nor has ever seen a honey wand.
— easy, that's a quick release, champ.
it's alright, they're here about mariah
Was she stolen for cash? Poor city horse.
How many other people in this world right now
are waiting on test results?
How do I feel about mariah?
Who else from your firm did you see that night?
Those you've just met, now leaving?
like the life of that horse?
she was a stable buddy's buddy.
they used her body
to smuggle drugs.
