100+4. Just Thinking, Everything Stripped out in Failure Is Painful, We See

it? Sometimes repetition, not damaged

yeah, writhing here – oh let it be hopeful

to hold now in necessity, so mysterious

feelings just churning, bouncing, blatant

all of this now suddenly ending

into our Fircrow, the rotting Sean, oh

trapped & splintering. We wave around or written

the pleasures still droning we call, we happen

all events explained? Somehow dappled, or

in a huddle, just silence comes, clear, cold

at this unfigurable as these stallions

their play some other pleasure

all sufficient to taste or stain the dark

yet, yes, the despite may hold, can shut in

remembrance in a wound, a valley, some world

there’d be silence & shrivelling. Nothing explains here you

97. Unwritten Recipes; or, Moral Praxis and Its Fatal Turn

for Simon Howard

This is beautiful & still. I

will start and so let something be sprinkled.

This fragmented situation will nurture chance.

Be calmative then, & share all

this delicious rioting. Perfection next begins

w/ rage, practice, then ridicule & milk.

Children are final, but fairly dangerous.

The grains are the ground, then your need

a crackle of circumstances shredding landscape like murder.

You share this growth, yeah. With us.

Upla, ping & clap!! Childish? I

loved this. Really. No, not ridicule.

I am a fan of comedy. But only

subvocally. What comes – fell.

Common circumstances; but balls

oh you minute blue touretter.

Mummy rumbles in. This discourse

now improving, daily more actual suddenly

86. Yes? Yes?

Refuse? Yes, they’ll shrivel and crush.

The perfect pie unshared is silt. What

must be lost is private rawness, coteries

of public abjection and mass profit for the few.

Resistance remained ever – Sawney Beanes need stabbing

fraud will need wounds, an opened book

and our shared public ritual. Humanity

history, origin – let them be unwritten.

Utter need is still to be full & true.

Yes? No, never immaculate: funny

untenable is this landscape. Toasters move out.

Ritual rottenness simple and given, not bitter

But interesting. People & power are different

sometimes married, often now wasted. Circumstances here

childish but silent, stone, stuck. Isn’t

this ineffective & reasonable again? Bloody! Bloody!

Overrun. This warning is trying and failing.

The duck’s back lives long. Get rid of it.