find the oldest eye to roll across the lawn, to distract canines with, to throw three stories up for a plot advance, to scan the water’s horizon peering all the previous bodies shed at the ocean’s ledge, the tide pulls others, even in this office
so goes the I, moving road construction pylons to increase traffic accident data, bleaching penguin classic book spines with SAD lamps, eating only antacids for a positive stomach perspective, painting ladybug spots grey to confuse the natural argument, pausing in the day and dropping a toe into the long, erasing current that accepts all heavy gifts and a fleshy price
crumple the news into a dense ball where the sentences become illegible / that’s what burns the best / under an imprecise structure of kindling, receipts, drafts and proposals / and when the sun, at the right angle, focuses through the eye / into a blister of heat / the scaffolding pops
light leaks through the hole at the end of the table, sitting there expecting a full meal, it’s a subtle and exhausting effort to get it to leave, never using the backdoor, always lingering in the open door, letting in mosquitoes and sand that find their way to your feet in bed, trying to pierce callouses asleep
hold tightest reins on the green horse, perhaps already galloping in the basement, spy upon moon glaring beyond the sun, punching out stars in the bleach of night, it may be a knuckle out of place or thunder from under snow or a skipping loop of horns, roaring in repeat above the development, whatever it is, it knows the count
what does do do else? / who can is as is ing to be? / where’s once was coming next and again until, perhaps another until making then / that which sum undone adding all again til again lifts / coming to here does respokening
type A, really type A, space O, space space I, pause, P strikethrough even the next space, ENTER, really ENTER, what C?, typed or not, still C?, space, space, spcae, pass Delete, over Margins, RETURN if present
all issues, ails and pressures eventually bounce off the bottom of the well / the drips down there sound like low belly chuckles / chortling in a persistent tick of rhythm / time is laughter, perpetually amused since the first big mistake / snickering even before the next one leaps
make a country out of old coupon codes, referral kickbacks, backdoor licenses, cross-network traffic, test accounts, a shimmery country in search of a body, humming its anthem, forgetting all the long words, substituting fare for fair, importing people with a click
here comes an offer to inflate dimensions that hold the crowd’s attention, grander frontal lobe, quick-fire acquittals, backdoor blessings, pushing units, pin-point referrals, surpassing the previous record for bodily fluids in the streets, bobble-headed warriors, network interruptions, all things edible on cave walls