Mystic for hire

Not everything is for knowing.

I became convinced of ecstatic thought.

I learned of the force of ecstasy.

Passion asceticism indulgence.

I walked long distances in song.

I have traveled long distances to sing.

By sing I do just mean talking.

I once walked over a long bridge.

I felt something unknowable ridge inside.

I heard from a long future bride.

I refrained from asking a question.

Instead I sang one long song throngly.

I asked a crowd one million questions.

I wanted to receive two new answers.

I did not need to hold words.

I held water between my two fists.

I asked someone to pick between hands.

I tattooed a mystic on a bicep.

I kissed two people in a strange bed.

I placed my mouth in places unknown.

I knew what I was doing in an ancient manner.

I knew about the rime of the ancient mariner.

Something very old took hold of me.

I mistook nothing for something.

I mystic’d my way into a bedroom.

I fished my way into experience.

I drank my way to ecstatic deliriousness.

I believed in the ache of a passion.

I believe in the H in ache.

I imbibed a brilliant wet.

I released it from somewhere unknown.

I placed my mouth on a bridge of a nose.

A nozzle released a large gush.

I experienced a secret from above.

I placed it on paper like a vassal.

I engaged like a well crafted vessel.

I set sail beneath a long hung bridge.

I was on my way to celebrate a love.

I listened to a very long song.

I was told of an explosive force.

I listened and committed to memory.

The memory etched on my arm.

I endured and I fell and I wept.

I learned something secret through wet.

A tear in the fabric I wore.

I fell off the edge of the bed.

It was possible I’d overindulged.

I leapt from a corner to another corner.

I took off in a car along a bridge.

I sang in the car in my sleep.

I made it to places unknown.

I wrote something down.

I lay on the down.

I placed the etching in a bound object.

I shared it for the sake of ecstatics.

I shared it to document a journey.

I was blooming with something explosive.

I couldn’t keep it close to a breast.

I placed it instead on an arm.

I placed it in ancient cold water.

I ate of a body.

My eyes became tablets.

My arms became fabric.

I swallowed a plume.

I held up an instrument til it left a mark.

groceries

I was doing
a very good job
purchasing groceries
I felt the urge to
engage in an aisle
of thrill
extra flu
in the flue
this year
I ran out
out of things
to say
a state
never lasting
too long
the ramen like
cords in the morning
on a wall
near the coffee
I was struck
by a maximalist
impulse so
I purchased
swedish fish
from sweden
I sweat
from my
breast and I
bled from my
seat and I
spoke from
my hoodie
about the state
of swill
spewing
from mics
when the
world became
worse my daily
life seemed less
noteworthy
yet I kept
taking note
just in case
there was
an opening
I offered
my purchase
like it was
a job
on the street
two men spotting
me toting
bags of
produce
I provided
information
while standing
to attention
I whispered
something
to a bag
of vegetables

song of $0|0 m@n

after the King James Bible’s Song of Solomon

1:1 this is the longest song I will ever write

1:2 the voice of a stranger amid a dm, a spill of boxed wine

1:3 o to unbox one’s own body within the vineyard of the world wide

1:4 web a snare, drum, one solo red grape undergoing surgery

1:5 real people are tall

1:6 though on the web one might be anything

1:7 Look upon me, for I have turneth into the loveliest filter 

1:8 and you can pour a like right through my eyes

1:9 I have compared thee to a computer

1:10 then I have paired my various devices

1:11 we will blue our teeth together: you air your pod to me

1:12 and when an image drops into the air my vice accepts it

1:13 incense my auxiliary

1:14 cords cluster my love like hearts on a corner of controversy

1:15 behold, the fresh morning dew upon green text

1:16 behold, the cold light upon the i of the cloud

1:17 my house is made of wood, the rafters are solid: analytics

2:1 I am the woman on the internet, and I wear bangs like teeth

2:2 as the bang among the silence, so is laughing to a crowd of crows

2:3 as the fun to the fawn, so is my offering to sons. I sat myself in this puddle of net and it held me

2:4 I walked to a house: love lolled on a banner like living or laughing

2:5 I was comforted by the react of a laugh: I was sick of the lick of a like

2:6 a message can be a hand, and a hand can craft a word

2:7 I charge you, my phone, by the bed, by the desk, by the crack in the couch, bedtime your mode til I wake

2:8 the voice of my mail! behold, a chain, sexed with emoji

2:9 a shape appears in a window, and the window is a perfect square

2:10 the shape spoke and said hello let’s get outta here

2:11 it’s boring on there and outside it’s sweet as hell

2:12 there’s all kinds of crazy stuff outside: flowers and birds and a turtle that talks

2:13 and trees, and real grapes, and people who are tall, come on, let’s go, let’s pokemon

2:14 and the shape kept talking, saying things like how I am hot as rocks, and sexy like stairs, and how the voice wanted to see me and hear me cause I have a hot face and voice

2:15 and together we could stand in the world and be tall 

2:16 and they could eat my bangs with teeth

2:17 until it was the morning and the marimba sounded and I shuffled my way back to the net, so I should stay, stay for a while like a piece of grass swaying in the shade of pickled ginger

3:1 I looked in my bed but found nothing

3:2 I got up at the bring of a tone and got out and I looked very hard at the world, I looked at light and at rocks but found nothing

3:3 people saw me on the streets: they found me. I asked them where the shape went but they know not triangles

3:4 I understand shapes though, as you all do, and you can help me search 

3:5 bars and I am mobilizing my mobile device for what it was intended: shhhh

3:6 who is that lining the time on my screen of a face: who is that oh ai generation?

3:7 look at this bed: it is thuma

3:8 everyone has a sword because they are scared

3:9 I have a sword that’s a car

3:10 the one I seek has a body with hands that work: you are handsfree

3:11 device go forth, go fifth, go sick, go dummy, go off, gogo, go fund me

4:1 behold, be honest, be bold, be brave, be kiki or buba, be humble

4:2 Your teeth are rained with rot and rocks 

4:3 Your lips lap long 

4:4 Your neck a grip agape a google

4:5 Your chest is a follow and I a notification pink upon it

4:6 In the night you shape a scent no message an unsent quibble to the quora borealis

4:7 You are hot and mysterious

4:8 Take me somewhere, on a train, where I might sit and eat a sandwich

4:9 Everyone on the acela is horny

4:10 Everyone on the revel is free

4:11 You smell good, like a train, subsidized and high

4:12 speeding into a garden: unguarded with swords words or ssssssh

4:13 You have nice plants

4:14 industry, dust, I am trying to grow something, I am trying to see something, my air plant needs charging

4:15 across and into the real hard and tooth and rock

4:16 out with cock a doodle doo out let’s eat fruit in the morning juice cleansly

5:1 my garden is plenty by yotam ottolenghi

5:2 and plenty more I have been sleeping on reddit threads posting thru dew

5:3 drops lines round corners. You put a hand by the hole of the door and my bowls shifted

5:4 I woke up and I smelled good, I put a hand on a handle on a lock I was

5:5 locked in locked up jailed for twenty-five minutes for security purposes, I’d forgotten my passed word

5:6 my keychain jangles silent. I called and a voice mailed back answerless, voiceless

5:7 memo the people on the street went round and they found me they canceled

5:8 me my subscription my sub

5:9 tweet my stack tell them you know what shapes I am seeking I am posting I am very

5:10 online please my love is the best head

5:11 please my whiff, it’s very in line, staying in it

5:12 your eyes are bad

5:13 your cheeks are cheeks and lips I’ve been over

5:14 this hands with five fingers on each and one ring

5:15 legs 

5:16 you have them: and a mouth: and they are real not even once rendered

6:1 Where did you go? o replier of guises

6:2 My love is a gardenia, a handle, an avi

6:3 a user in name, a link in a biome

6:4 you are beautiful and terrible like azealia

6:5 banksy on banks ferrying a rainbow

6:6 through a parade your teeth again teeing

6:7 this one up for schedule send

6:8 me sending love sending hope ascending

6:9 696969969699696969696996969696996

6:10 the shape thinks me hot and terrible

6:11 I went down to the bank to collect my paycheck 

6:12 to see if the shape was there but no the check not solid no blue 

6:13 check cheek out my profile hit enter hit enter hit enter hit enter

7:1 Your belly your bells your being your best the illest lilies of the

7:2 valances, valiant effort for accrued value metric my meter then terminate

7:3 your neck your back your nose is a nose is a nose

7:4 and I am braking

7:5 internet soliloquy your hair is purple and a king is in a gallery

7:6 of images you are fun and hot o love, which rocks!

7:7 I could mention the way you stand: I could mention all kind of shapes

7:8 I could climb a tree, I could triage, I could triumph, I could trip

7:9 it is unlikely, just try me, the roof of your mouth is wood, like a roof

7:10 you want me

7:11 come on, let’s go, let’s get a hotel, let’s air out a bed a breakfast an unpaid break

7:12 and fuck in the garden

7:13 of quarterly evals it will smell good in a new and old way: you can proof of program for private purposes

8:1 I wish we were mutuals, I wish were oomfs: and when I find you in the streets we will dfmo

8:2 and I will bring you home where I will serve a bad drink

8:3 your left hand out plunders my head and your right well you know

8:4 I charge you, my phone, stay silent, stay never foraging, shh we are sleeping

8:5 on nothing sharp are our eyes like my car like my words

8:6 up and UX when I find you: x marks the 

8:7 spoilers, alert, push, notify, amber, red, yellow, what water fills my brita, what drop lands on screen

8:8 what text is sent and what sext is meant and what hex is bent

8:9 over a paywall, hacking at my frame on main, launching me softly, lunching meat

8:10 I am an open source, a source of rizzdom, a domicile of going live, a live sigher

8:11 @ s0|0 m@n had a real house with a garden and was rich in bits of coins 

8:12 I found this person in the net I sat and then I piled myself in satin and then slipped inside a shape

8:13 I went to the garden of the valley of the egirls and escaped: I heard something, it was real, it was silence

8:4 hurry hurry my love we must go I am seeking something, and it is real, it is tall and it is a shape, I am searching with my bangs and my teeth, I am seeking as a mountain of spies does