triangle most frequently
across page
h
composition by field
r @
length, one shape / position
as opposed to
across inimitable sveldt
Variable of foot/ c. f. (a wave.)
Segmented progression
What seems luck
is ariel
the second
an impression (iotas
build upon spaceupon
themselves) a smaller
font
tracking stanzas
(Tricking stasis?)
text
the possibility
of
nolo
qtd. (a seme-ic) is
thronging
plotting
a writ ten-pseudo
Once a qtd.
anagogic integer seaworthy went.
Rule & misrule.
Vraiment.
Nolo to Dejeuner.
Athabascan to Modality.
Order to Enjambed. [ h ]
His foot he mode. Supports a line: [ & h ]
unboundaried.
Alchemy-maxilla-vide-modality-Americana.
Cats,
squirrels, & Katz-
enjammer (navigate):
b one b alien b bone b qtd.
[ h ] b posse b orb b climb
[ & h ] to one in short he mode:
pgs.
by lamplight
leading
the reader.
Re: s(pacific) m(ocean)
reference-ring to medieval
flag of the Abbey of Saint-Dennis,
composed
of red &
orange cloth:
vibrant hues
resonate
impassioned action
conflict both destructive and aimed at progression.
As / As a _ign
(s)
in towarding extraordinary
composition (Imet)by field,
are fresh (for war) (camou-
flaged ((A)) as in: As a Sign)
for both
Sound & Percussive use. (244)
…in conifer,
expressing grenade-tree.“…hadn’t turned around to look up at Red and the new man. Beyond the wire, there are still chains of brown paddies and green treelines, and hazy gray mountains in the distance. There are still white clouds in the blue sky above. Nothing has changed, except sand is leaking out of the bag.”
Concatenate language
Excerpts:
sand, & I cant
bluio
whieo
somewhat sawftly grasp
trillense
nearer Croarghhaven’s
forgotten
dell.
Afore “plantation” 9 generalities
Klondike-Espoo,
The lark a threaded.
Words
like sand
leak out.
Forget
how seen it
hissed.
& silky hiss.
Plaudits of: “Aye, simile is
[ act ]uate: gab
V— ladimir upshod a buck degree.
Ague.
argues serif w/…
In Patterson…
[raven]ous —monks of N. J.
smuggle jewel-sky-clouds
under albs (once white)
a pose of ash
walking in sack cloth
wicked black stacks
the murky, , the pseudo the f(ire)
V— writes, V— arranges:
sooty, panoram_c
blanched horizon.
horizon (a smoke.
stacked.
blanched.
blanches.
the smudge.) It was terrible, as you have guest, to stay there alive, and notice the growing cracks in plaster; the ice’s fractured synthesis eyed by a bald eye, saying, wrongly, mistakenly:
Rad man.
_pen up.
Red Man.
Open Up.
Death’s Worthless
opus:
“wordless”
scoped Terrain
’s
a
Shrine-
flown-
diabolical-
Beauty-
aboard-
schooner-
Log-
Is/Isn’t:
&
Since-
Song of So Much-
Depends-
Upon-
you great unwashed
[lacuna] one & all.”
Do not exclude me,
o, my darlin.’
Utah / “you tar” & majesty.
All I
sd is,
“…thinking
of writing.”
Watt-“h” & ours.
Someone’s (?)
Reflection (?)
A jest-
ure like art,
this poem,
a pro-
noun’s:
devour by “h” -achure.
along & then past the.
Myself.
Or another.
Once, a
trail broke
Wording
as lighting
/lightning.
Photographique
refuses to.
Consists solely
of ordinary
refractable
intelligence(s). (pl.)
A lifetime
[livid froth of] lived, day to
day, within
sighted boundaries:
I walked off
a wounded hero.
Every gesture
an uncertainty.
You waited while I walked away. The woman
at the next table. // The small town rain abated beyond the window. // Briefly, I was your hero, as I returned refreshed, looking for my usual: love intoxication humor bliss. You smiled. “What about her?” I asked. “She notices,” you replied. “He entertains,” I noted. “They’ve stopped talking,” you replied. (You always reply.) The rain mumbled those brief ironic beautiful lines: not even the rain has such little feet. The real seemed eternal, momentarily a poem by e. e. cummings. // The word so many reflect upon // in fear of // tumbles backwards across the Void // of rain mentioned in passing // and did she have a ride and if not could she stand in the hall while he fumbled with his keys to get them inside. The hour being late & the couch for visitors opens out into a bed. // So next day there’s waffles & news anchors lacking substance // in the dark about “real” events: lovers & rain & let the cat out would you. For instance, I just read somewhere that China is our country’s future market place. // We could, yes, if you’d like // but I’m comfortable here & now. // The damndest thing happened at the recent Klee retrospective // a woman, drunk, obviously so, wept & I couldn’t deal. I couldn’t stand to see her so sad. I am tres sensitive to people’s feelings like that. You should know that about me. For starters there’s high unemployment & AIDS & violence in the // & yes, too many guns, yes, I agree. // When I lost, you know, my right running shoe, I never stopped to think: how could I live without it. // All you need, she said, doesn’t come easy. // But honestly, a flower in this context seems strange, I know // a kind of sun revolves around my soul where no one can see it but you. // I loved the hot, the cruel man you were when it was real time not / /click click of the, yes, I will have that juice after all. // The notion, he said, will be the end of everything when someone invents a way to deal with it. Manifest and they will come! They will scramble to make use of it. // Take e. e. cummings for instance, he wasn’t playing those games people play // like a diamond that glitters only on demand. // Nice metaphor. You really speak well. // Honestly, a little more juice & I keep thinking about that woman you told me about. She wept & nothing can be done now. // Have you ever experienced the knock on your door of utter sorrow & felt so low you just hit bottom & started to laugh for no good reason, even while you cried?
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Raymond Farr lives in Ocala, FL. His work appears on line & in print at Dusie, Otoliths, Bird Dog, Cab/Net, Word/forWord, Xstream, Sidebrow, Schizotype, Anemone Sidecar, BlazeVox2k6, foam:e, 580 Split, & 88: A Journal of Contemporary American Poetry & Poetics.