not knowing how to take him

there’s little to 

silence 

in processions 

possessions 

trafficlight’d

scenes of

crime

mind 

my mind 

won’t leave 

behind

time’d

always commence 

with a shot

bam boom

flatline straightline bottomline’d

always finish

not knowing how to take Him

a ratio’s cruelty

whittle’d

metronome’d

clay sunburn’t

splinter’d

a ratio’s cruelty

an additional losses 

buzzing saws

buzzing turnstiles

buzz alone

buzz’d bang boom

hallow salving hollow

words reign high

from thee cannon

dottedlines on maps will change

afar 

a whiteflag 

planted squarely

in the 

heart of the matter

defuse. 

refused 

loitered lost

a landmine straightaway 

a reactionaries must

night visions 

neon dreams

a Freudian ladder

ring rang rung 

archers bow pilgrims bow

salient silence

a broken silence

hallow salving hollow 

a buttresses chief end.

jewelry only

demarcate

two sides to a wall

a buttresses chief end.

ain’t notime for multiplication 

the kiswah isn’t for sale

neither is the porridge 

and don’t trespass in potters field

candles burn downpours

taken tattered a

drunken boat

these lapping shores

pas more

those matriculating icons

stillburn.

theres a frigidity 

a Belarusian peddler 

an estranged steeple shadows 

this market place

junk to treasure

candles burn downpours

awaits a wadi’s empty hands

j’espere 

irony ain’t lost on moi:

soles alone

dust greetings parch’d land

awaits a wadi’s empty hands 

on day three

water was free’d

poison pas spoil

clay/sand/straw

well well well

a unnumbered variation of anguish

i thought i told you

i tried photographing the origin of the sea

i thought you told me

you tried sightseeing from the otherside 

an unsourced wave

an undeclared sigh

a mary cried

a unnumbered variation of an anguish

needles need a north

beneath 

countless 

paints and

plaster;

before pigments 

and the ascetics 

of a cave

fable as reliefs

raised humanities 

entrance fees;

grazing apres 

the stampedes

flatteningly free

needles need a north

fill this innately magnetic heart

a lovecraftian spear

unknown a fear

a lovecraftian spear

every room’s

mysteries

a raven and an ark

hark’d

this scene is on

these numbers will

everything’s a fraction

this bullet ist wholly

when 

shovels 

came and went

 well

springs 

sprung 

fountains ahead

 well

a benedictical embrace

graced phazed grazed 

this bullet ist wholly 

a serpent’s tongue isn’t binary

a 

postcard’s perch

 {privileged}

a
stationary’s seat.

a
letter’s 

carried burden

as
a leaf 

fell

a
autumn 

bleeds

whirlingly 

a 

color’s true form

tuning forks

a
augmented fourth

a
trinity 

a serpent’s tongue isn’t
binary

moi and moi soul

well read

reditt

asterisked 

endnoted 

footnoted 

commentarie’d well’d

cliff noted

summarized 

bulletpointed

s’il vous plait 

explain

point by point

that tragically 

fatal carcrash 

to 

moi and moi soul

haunted habitual

haunted

habitual 

con-text-ual 

a mississippian Faulknerian odyssey 

Addie.

last night 

while live cameras rolled 

outside our windows,

blue lights pour’d

each angle 

giving

a different story

Addie.

i found it hard to bare

i find it hard not to stare 

further down than scared

this 

yellow morn

the birds sang

the cars passed 

beside

that mintly 

scrubbed concrete

Addie.

this

crescent moon

stars pinned ever

higher

somethings are yet to be seen

          (Yoknapatawpha county)

so far away

as i lay

Addie.

may loyalty stay on its knees

autumn’s fall

breaths summer’s last

one 

enters exits

one gate

does a vibrant leaf

know the seasons

does a child 

know the reasons

thy gate has no lock 

but does 

know the time

hands give and receive

may loyalty stay on its knees

selling snakes

selling snake oil

beats selling

snakes

simply pas my timing

samson a gate

atlas a weight

moi a unknown state

abomb

aplomb 

plumblining

divining 

simply

pas my timing 

  

this

sea will stain

see.wall.crack

this

see is

pushing me  

desperations for 1000.

andthen 

apres apologies

solitarily
the highpriest alone

atoned in the unknown

summations
apiling
Job asked why
why asked Job

atoned in the unknown 

desperations for 1000.

-the lowliest route to 

nazareth as the rooster crows.
what’s:

atoned in the unknown

a reference forward

bulbous

porous 

decibeled 

so

madeup

makeup

giveme 

the straightline

perhaps thee 

boiling point

is merely 

a reference 

forward

Polaroid toothbrush

andyes 

size matters

own 

your own 

traffic.

citycat always saunter 

the irony of

cable 

it’s truthfully 

too much

hoods choose

and 

‘our chosen’

shoesize matters

beltsize matters 

matter 

is derived 

from a what.

an 

as-terisk

*

two words

 Polaroid  toothbrush

yields semicolons

but

you 

look

sound

feel 

like 

an

exclamation point

!

hang around 

question marks 

?

stay away from

periods

.

invite the 

ubiquitous 

dashes occasionally 

-

all to 

often 

my 

tabula rasa

yields 

semicolons 

;

that im 

prideful of

.

gardens shan’t need a fences

zilch zero

nada no

adjectives

before 

an a 

any

noun

his her its 

voice alone

spoken 

not forspoken

a holi snake teased

god a holi please.

gardens shan’t need a fences

no a fences never 

this curator’s broken teeth

four shadows

even odds

light’s requirements

tellme how strong is

your wastebasket 

this curator’s

broken teeth

this glass will shine

credit feels a’ debit

auxiliary cabled 

cars blocked 

andused to work

extension cable abled 

who writes checks these

todays 

waylon.

theres times when

credit feels a’ debit 

there is no lesson here

entrails affaires 

the days and lives of tealeaf readings.

a

Job trail

Job courtroom 

Job encounter.

pas lesson

pas lesson

there is no lesson here

.

literal latent

yeah it took all ten

rein-in pharaoh 

an bible scenario

literal latent

clouds justmightpossibly rain

reed sea

dewey decimals

strangulation of a syllable 

letters bleed 

le marais and the rest

timezones 

raining knives

time mean

a la mode 

cadences 

six o’clock

anywhere 

news

blues

a balcony 

pas lonely 

le marais 

and the rest

the last waterbed in Cairo centre

books no more

anxiety rains

a waterbed in Cairo centre 

words no more

conversing imageries 

the last waterbed in Cairo centre

rainblurred windshield

brakelight christmas parades

the only waterbed in Cairo centre

tabloids spread

tabloids spread

coming inside

checkout line

is a

roundabout

the fountains head

a

ticks tick

a

mosquitos mosquito 

blood is blood

parasitic fights

seek the fountains head

never take the first answer

baptized to confirm

manuscript’d.

unlearn.

a yearning

yields

unknowns.

never take the first answer

don’t be an ocean

don’t lie 

you too

were thinking

the band.

there’s a 

genesis 

for

every 

holy tale.

a nothing to something.

a drummer that sing

a one armed drummer 

a ‘86summer 

apres 

the big hair 

without hairspray; an alternative

culture is heard read tasted believed

throat deep’d

i’ll take mine up the nose

scents of an orthodox 

and always 

follow that stream north

don't be an ocean

myths needs mortal ink

only sow’d votre field

a seal’d deal.

autre jardin

pas pardon’d

not every songs

a hit

holi shit.

commit to album

flip it over 

please be kind
rewind

santa’s conditional

pas cool.

fairy du tooth

need teeth.

myths need 

mortal ink

onwriting

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had had and the criminality

you woke up asleep again

alarming.

the heart is a beat jem elfna square

pounding of the feet estafeta street.

how many umbrellas will I end up buying.

all shades of blue.

there is a cup 

overfloweth

tittering 

on the edge 

of a table

over a cliff

on a faultline 

above the city

over the clouds 

at the end of the known 

universe.

had had

and the criminality

of clean’s

past perfect tense

this will end

a truthful contradiction

convictions.

deducible truth

paint’d gray

letter’d black an red.

adjourn.

this drink will end

this day will end

this show ends

this will end

this end

ends

seulement rented

toute heure 

pas owned 

be moaned 

seulement rented

maintenant regretted 

diameter me

a sordid crack

woe porridge peddlers

addicted to the deductive

and 

the logic of walking on water

chapter verse.

wagons will circle

circumferencing
diameter me

the will is able

when the internet was confined to a lab

when the media was bounded and boxed

a flood destroys all it touches

a addictions allure.

pulsed.

the will is able

a sword piercing a pomegranate

seen the maker’s reflection off a light switch

betrayal in the shape of a two hearted jewel

there’s that sevilla statute of a sword piercing a pomegranate 

there’s that tale of seven rounds and walls fallen 

downs

commands demand; the heart decides

the rest, photosynthesis

there are rats in toute home

hearing toute word muttered 

when thou stubbeth thou toes

two nuclei never heard of a nucleus

and then there’s adam, hebrew, and toute latin scientific names 

o slug, do you know of the gastropod mollusc 

cattle are branded

as humans hold their breath faithfully 

the rest, photosynthesis 

 

confetti sweepers alike silently clean the spills

detested sounds of a paltry clap

overcommit equals staged plus microphones

a color ties event

confetti sweepers alike silently clean the spills

all arrows must fall

and you 

vu

still call

one weed

one grass 

and how about 

that glazed 

white porcelain piece

alwaysbecoming

a lowly toilet

and will vu bury your dead.

all arrows must fall

nature becomes

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allpoints to apotheosis

 a deft mortician’s sigh

deafly 

falling

fluffydreams 

words are drowning 

condensation 

condemnation 

evaporations

a second before the subways cross

a second before the mortals cross

a second before the believers cross

allpoints to apotheosis 

the placebo of the plank

circuitous vicious 

sawmill’d fate

dust ne pas discriminate 

the placebo of 

the plank 

eye

storm

walk

ropeburn from a holi of holi

bedazzled to gather

cattle’d

a blueprints’ hawker

stalker balker

scanned 

photocopier 

a book

the book

toute books

pas looked

a commentary cemetery 

fans cheer’d aloud

faced in the crowd

chaff and a plow

turnstiles shine’d

glory’d divine

inaction 

ain’t more

than ropeburn

from a

holi of holi

weather’s vain

hot an cold

a mortals vow

cest ici

cest vu alley 

tornado

weather’s vain 

an broken umbrellas

torrentially felt

don’t liter 

 

reversal you

all centers upon

entering the mouth

exiting the ass

reversal you

all rotate 

thee sun

orbiting

spins

reversal you

all mirrors 

aging reminders

blinders

reversal you