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Pearly knuckles
Preppy buckles
Dusty shuckles
The star under each eye
from the centre of the universe
to the centre of the universe
thoughts are never empty these are empty thoughts these are to be
lasts a day, two a week, three a month
toiled on the severity of the situation
or how the weather pans out
and if the smell of gas
if said, spoken into a microphone,
ringed into the clear nouns of bells
struck upon a murmur, moderately told
rapping on the table and temper
coiled crown, spot sweet spine at all
would be better in the long run
than better if not
a moment in every past reimagined
here and there and back again
boxed which then occurring in the present
which brings in the everlasting of the present
brings all in each
it meant this then,
this means then,
and so on, again, and so
Between each sleep would get
two stones, a dream to afford
two stairs leading down
two napkins, a job of care, troglodytes
adjoining all the adjoining
rooms/ruinous mountains
of flesh moon’s light
popsicles of sun
all the vales and dales
ruining so and so,
picturesquely lead of kg
pass weight under
there is no hope except an afterlife,
in which one goes through the 4 r’s of procedure: Review, Recognise, Realise,
there is no hope except for the three thousand waiting at the peripheries counting the numbers which count up to too much to be really counted
there is no hope except in the hope that there is no hope,
and so reciprocally,
the breaking of that hope
made necessary, made worse by set fate
by rulings by pig liver, and dustbin songs, the fog who lasts
the Lord who takes all who spare it
passed alive to the other side, by which
to bread the knife, to blood the clot
by living in a bathtub of fits
each exterminator pill
passed under the bathroom door
wrapped in four-leaved clover
tied up with cat gut and jollies
the manacles of steel
presiding under the un-joining of each glorious heaven
across the span of multitude heaped upon
by which the angels may sing 3 x 3 x 3
and 6 x 6 x 6 x 6 x 6 x 6.
by easy rapport
of all good known sermons
never where to live where the thing exists
by the man who raps on the roof
birdsongs made of knots and treacle
by the visit of dazed mice
rubber banded, tied
on knotted tails and snores
by the voice curled up in tatters and clever traps
the snap of ligature torn on each other down
danger made by the manners of beasts set numbers quadrilateral
the stringed plumb
scoring no what
to hear again
to dress like a chain around
to place the key in the mouth
having dragged his body from the river
they found one carefully folded note in his coat pocket
which read: ”I love thee Jane love, Bill.“
strangely enough, a mile downstream
another body was found
that of a woman, having drowned that very day
with one note, crumpled up in her dress pocket
which read: ”Love to you Bill, you are my favourite love, Jane.” –
however the similarities,
the two were later found to be unconnected
two miles downstream from the drowned woman
and three from the man, the corpse
(the dog’s)
having been moved without proper procedure
a dog with no present owner was found, / in the holiest
drowned as well, and so
the stick was still nearby, with saliva
(the dog’s saliva.)
it was thought at first that the owner had
merely disposed of the unwanted pet
because of the rain.
no heavy stones or rope
tied to its neck
or evidence being tied to anything
that weight down the neck drag it then
mael
strom
were found on the dog’s corpse
someone did find / somewhere there is a void
by neatly checking the inside pocket of his collar
found that, that note, the third,
If determining random cardinal points, if a d4 is missing, roll 1d6 with 1–3 being temporarily N or S, 4–6 temporarily W or E, and a second 1d6 to determine which of the two is real, or, simplified, roll 1d6, with 1–3 standing for N/S or 3–6 for W/E, and then roll another 1d6 again, with 1–3 being N or W and 4–6 S or E. A table may be mapped out to test each of the correlations.
(a house with a door pencilled in with scraps, a cat with tiny shoes to bother its pincer paws, a small rock balanced on a larger rock, a pencil sharpener, no pencil evident, two shoes with only one sock that does no good for either of the two when paired, a ledger, a dancing mouse dressed in a tiny tutu, stuffed, embalmed, the carcass made of gauze, a ball made of of of three million billionaire colours, no tax applied, all blue, and red, and green, and more / a pike, a rod, a steer, a rat, a mastodon, (horns wrapped in the coat of a mantle of myrrh), another note, another house, some writing, like this, no door is open, which is different, but the same, all other things being equal…)
it reads:
never imbue the world with knowledge, sense, reason, presence, sameness, need, suitability, freshness, colour, habit or singularity. doesn’t help. call out “rigorous mortis” instead.
by loudspeaker radio tv telegraph hand signals mute chorus of many
you cannot construct a world in your mind, or if, within it
by constructing a world within the mind
that you have constructed, if this very created thing,
that you can’t construct anyway, if it exists,
1. Stain seated satin star set to seventh stairs
2. Broken piles of death star jam
3. Clear inflection of duty
4. Mass appeal on a motor
5. Fireworks humidifier
6. Built for all the bases
by Anatolian planes built under, under the bridge,
where periscoped plaster Tarzan pile sings, enclosed
under jungle sophomore beech-moor tree
all made by
masters of the universe
untie and take cover
divide and re-holler
set the panic room alarm set to
twenty past twenty twenty three and three
there is no such thing as an empty set of words
this, of course, is an empty set of words
and if you try to fill it out
by which to mean, no, wait, by which,
which to see. stop
the world is a river
don’t you ever try to make it stop.
sings the song from the other side,
Once more.
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sacre
sanctum
sanctorum
a washing line swings.
the wind above it
far above all far
any beyond known
before beyond and any
any unseen Principalities, Authorities and Dominations
and shall remain so,
remain so,
forever
until the wind stills.
the passage is open.