evory day is the great capanna calamity
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(1) Grace (to) Be: to the Body most Dead-Set on Expending, the Self, in Itself.
(2) I have Attempted to
Suspend, and thus to Deny, my
Eyes of Literature, and the Resulting Mess: I Wrote these Verses in Terse.
(3) These are just the Many Ways, in Which, I am Set-On
(in) Attackß-----------àThe Delay of Desire, of course, Comes to a Dead-End: the Desire of Delay.
(4) But we needn’t Deny the Loop-de-Loop.
(5) Always go back, to the Romance of our Disaster, as Itself: raw in roar on Behalf of the Decay,
the Fall and The Body’s Dopey-Ass
Finality.
(6) A Neurotic’s Apocalypse:
the Ecstatic Hereafter as the Draft of a Choked-Back
Laughter
(7) And Little Lupino
Lost in Life’s Lieu
(8) I Desire a Word that means: Collapse, Delay, Accumulation and
Release
(9) Exhausted: on the EL,
I had a Nice Shot of the Capanna Nerves; Entering the Subway, the Rush of
Day-Light to Reflection and I could Swear
the Left Side along “The Part” Recedes through the Day All-the-More.
(10) hereorplugs
(11) I am Always Aching my
arc Around Things.
(12) Pussy paws and
Shriveled Lips and “Ohmm…”
(13) What a Nuance that Choking-it-Down
and the Residual Dreg
(14) I See Clearly: I do
not Act-So-Well in Relation to What this Felt
(15) "I'm Constructing a Narrative / to Coagulate my Desire. / And I'm Constructing another / Narrative //
for Concealing this / Narrative. It's a Dual-Dueling / System, and it’s Movement // Sounds
like / my Laughter. And I'm Constructing / a Narrative for Obstructing / this Sound[1].”
(16) And what is Comforting: Watching the Way, you Experience the
World through one Smile plopped on
top of another, which brings me my own Mopey-Form
of Joy
(17) The Difference of my own Dizzying
Indifference, that is.
(18) I Desire to Engulf, not the Mouth, not the Breaths, or just the
Lips, but the Entire Face, be it Whole or be it Half-Chewed
(19) At least I Speak without a Hint
of Fatigue
(20) The Question: to be a Catalogue, a Cataloguer or just a God-Damn-Calamity.
(21) Or Perhaps: A Half-Wit in Desire
(22) It is Difficult sometimes, to put this into the Mouth of this
(23) cosmelbō se
(24) Everyday is the Great
Capanna Calamity
(25) in other words:ß--------------------------àthere is just Far-Too-Much that Still Needs to be Destroyed