Friday, October 22, 2010
pathways to the pulp
The abandoned chemistry lab in Andrew Moore's 2009 photograph of the
former Cass Technical High School building, part of "Detroit
Disassembled" now on view at the Akron Art Museum from the collection of Fred and Laura Bidwell.
Letters are more difficult now, now that
correspondence remains
An unessential, and undecided, issue. Such vehicles promptly
Sold out, their imperatives undone, and like children or dream-
Logged clerks with a mind how it should be made up,
on the whole.
We could stand to learn a thing or two. Essentially in return, lift a
stone,
You will find them smooth and round, before smiling and shrugging
She hops on her motorcycle and speeds off. Her half-shrug,
One hand perhaps lifted in grief, obligates me to pay what remains
Of the bill. That each of you may be kept safe from hungry
ants, hurled stones
The Victorian insect sampler's fragile material could be promptly
Destroyed at every step. Not wanting to complicate the whole
I further kept the versions where you motioned to claw at your nose,
dreamily,
Unpredictably as switching on a light, though you never claim to dream
Holding the gaping cloth, your head in the pillow.
Absorb these ephemeral modes or shrug
Maybe discover a necropolis. That is, the subject of the present
moment, a whole
Cache of obsolete weapons. Their women returned late in
the evening. Those that remained,
To drink, and explain their coexistence as best we can. A tantric value
and meaning promptly
Deployed as the least of our rights. Perhaps citing the affect
of the altitude for the stone
Fruit's stunted stem. For such instances where the corona disappeared, I
made myself stone
Before the fresh packs of cards. As one hunched at her first figures in
this playground, dreaming
The tutorial volcano. Some accounts say that survivors bartered their
clothes, which prompted
An age-old osmosis. Others avoided the invitation to
disperse rain gathering in them. Shrugging
Off the untidy bedrooms, they rent their garments acknowledging the
moment they hadn't
remained
Married. With buttons undone, in unmade bunks, the tired bodies
straightened should the whole
Compound emit an irritated,
if not dangerous comment after "lights out." Kissing wholly
If hastily on the staircases, astonished there were
colors and grades of it in the charges, with stone
Settling their decisions. Like campers warped and twisted by the
system, childless they remain
At the thought they are depriving themselves of a meal. Again, their flush
civilian brows amended dreaming.
In reference to her misery: a mass of water swelled into the piano
player's hand, in gesture of a shrug
Yet the soil received
it. Where another year of a word's repeated use, for their manufacture
into silk purses, and prompt
Distortion, a bright desperation for the trophy bucks. Perhaps even now,
towards a prompt
Reply she could think of staircases. Insisting regularly in the middle of
the night on a wholeness.
Placing the cairn of another's mouth, a servant of the laws and slabs of
cake, who colorfully shrugs
Half a dozen sentences. They came over her own lips,
missed her when she was gone. Yet stone
Imposes different values. Darker blots
of the morning before, moved like movements dreamed
Or otherwise, of her own blood. The upright question of who pulled the
trigger now remains.
I cannot read the
flush in her face, but correspondence remains. To which you promptly
Unfold yourself once again, now with effort concentrated on a shrug
like something stone
In this embrace you never dreamed, despite thunderous cloud masses
this evening I've teased, to make whole.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Pathways to the Pulp
An unessential, and undecided, issue. Such vehicles promptly
Sold out, their imperatives undone, and like children or dream-Logged clerks with a mind how it should be made up, on the whole, we could stand to learn a thing or two. Lift a stone,
You will find them smooth and round, before smiling and shrugging
She hops on her motorcycle and speeds off. Her half-shrug,
One hand perhaps lifted in grief, obligates me to pay what remains
The Victorian insect sampler's fragile material could be promptly
Destroyed at every step. Not wanting to complicate the whole
I further kept the versions where you motioned to claw at your nose, dreamily
Unpredictably as switching on a light, though you never claim to dream.
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