Revisionist Spring History

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slit neck
alpaca wool

no one thinks of anything
thinks anything

what is she
a beauty

im almost
running back to my life
all void
good



los angeles is quiet
actually silent
nothing echoes
yet i live
in the valley
of a sainthood/ question
nothing toward divinity

they say
it is quiet



the moon once full evaluates the wanes as
often as we face away from the sun

anything can run
over dominion (a heart)
breaks open what
ever from external
lines or internal
theory posits
the impact
inaugurates
death
or thoughts
or visions
or rather
no matter
no choice
made
only god
and randomness
a dictation
of letters
a series of thoughtlessness
for which
i am
supposed
to have

im dying over his privacy

put my poems in front of her
when i thought
about O, the country

Chimera on the 210

(though only sought as far as my orange
iPhone could take

me)
in this distance
i like you
so endearing

no longer a nude body
i went into the city to work

once i uncross my eyes

souls actually do exist & so on
it was like
swallowing a car crash so cute.

Courtier

Preternaturally drawn four white lines
For protection I envisioned by ethylene
Metastatic Jesus & raised both arms
Above mine head hands held on
To slippery silver railings
Olive sunset in Cartwright Gardens
Throwing it back
While playing tennis playing you
A body floats pretty high
As root hunger kicks in
Baby cries Within this sonnet
Thank God you bought me Aesop
To construct the estate at the beginning
Of time, to write to my friend quite often

Alchemy

in isolation determined
by charcoal & wax
however amiss
so written
prior to
negation of physiological
manifestations
& more natural lubricant
for certain
&
rly i was just scared & oily

[This proves my allegiance to God]

Transfiguration now in Vatican Pinacoteca
A week after Raphael died in 1520 both panels were brought to the Vatican and exhibited
together.

Pressing leaf to leaf.