THE SECRET DIMENSIONS OF BOX TIMEsupremely flight addled. clouds balance at a distance. from the ledge ofa creamy flatness and in the center of darkness nothing quite works. the pocket carries a transistor and in the morning dew wakens throughout the city. the scaffold of a damaged eyelid. speak. speak now. let animals walk out your mouth. enough gravity to promote falling. the recent obscuring of clarity. curious dimensions. whispering stairwells. under one condition. that i depend on you. swirling cushion. electric pillow deviating from dozens of unhandled parcels. a castle hovers. removes any outer layer. more indentations accrue. your eyebrow is one. exceptions along the interstate. overhead. a ray made to convince the geese. wax structures. permission for new persimmons to sing. elate. foliage slurping. becoming entangled with an oxygen ball. tentacles more elaborate. a nub of pencil discarded. a shuffled deck of cards. under an awning my arm runs the length of your shoulders. chalk drawings. sweet appendage talks, swings away. or roots maybe. an orchard of puckering lips. or birds roost in hair. the neck. the angle. the great disposition. down the hallway is one memory. three pits in a cup. hiding in the glove. my hat leaves me. racing toward light. soaking in an intersection. an inspection reveals cake melting off the helmet. a distraction worth repeating. erasers of varying sizes. from the upper triangle. spin back. reach down and appropriate. a cascade of fluid The Music of FOLDED CREASEwhat to readhow to inflict silence what to read how to fill your head a fearless symmetry fits regardless of what you suspect -always a hurt to distract you from the rest- now my fingers alight on your skin a complex of clicks dreaming suffers the lattice work of the sinister and soft I bite with my teeth a torch is better than flashlight how it flitters away or the vibrations disintegrate odor is continuous stitched onto the future convulsing at play the rivets fail their formica a brittle accomplishment without the aid of this head your description arouses me absurdity caught in the crux of language nothing delivers not a thing a pencil of broken mentalities his name drawn on a vellum you rub against he is dressed in memos never more of a conversation dissolution of tongue the saliva of unsaid words a horse trap dipped alongside oblivion over a cyclical slip demented dented by the month it happens in my head, a diagram, language forms a focus after veering off then the moment dissolves more of my unavailable grasp the pre sentence vs. the present tense how alphabets resemble a mouth pieces falling out of place her need of a rhombus projected across her forehead regrets over mountains, coins a statue of a humming bird "I may not be able to say it word for word, but it's there" as part of knowing an ingredient and how movement defines us a boy with a flower in his mouth the dispenser of words his perfect contraption -the one he sees, him only zero as the great hinge a hole-in-one zero two holes in two zeros three holes in three zeros and so on waddles across a stainless stream that continues in the moment enough delicacy to apply objects onto comfort itself if a collision occurs and scoops out the very head spooned blank nothing matters or nothing but nothing matters the weather between our faces cone twilight french kissing the unknown lumps the dark ones together truest nothing in constant state of evolved spinning sweeter swift delirious coaxed by edges along a line shreds fog and exposes the lighted path but targets the very wiggle before breath leaves you |