TWO BOYS – each alone

The cute one

Just as it might seem like he’s

gonna give you something,

something else takes over, and

he gives you a vague smile.

This openness opens you to

a unique possibility of clashing

tonguesm, or he’s just showing you

that he can – and you submit, accordingly.

His twin brother

Same as same is such,

he has a heart that aches

more than that which drives

you insane, and yet drives you insane.

His opinions are similar, although

somewhat different, depending on the topic.

His structure similar, yet highly unique,

in the bulk and the meaning of it.

Merrier Lament

True, there are worse colors in the world

than are alive and true – a recent repose

of singing and dancing lent colors distinct

yet utterly redundant and full of color.

And, yes, true, there are worse beings than

thine, and because you tell me I am you

you make ridiculous the mine that is the

canary, pecking black pus like a string of twine.

I can only have expected, or redacted, the

myriad of bundle that you have laid waste.

And yet so alright:  the purchase of possibility

remains locative, still under the refund date.

In this case it expanses its interest :  a smaller

nettle in the force of worse things were, quite another.

I AM MUCH TOO APOLOGETIC

                                                      There is this Swallow of it.

                                                                                               And two days ago I was

                                                      Eating

                                                      of it—a book, and a long End to Thinking:

                                                                                              Either(and)/(in)Or

                                                      And why the fuck not. One, in this Life, is much too

                                                      Apologetic. The Shits in this Life, are

                                                      to be Given, Shared, Squeezed.

                                                      Why live in the City. Or, a She said, this Life,

                                                      is too far away

                                                      from actual Living.

                                                      Why (is) to go, or Consume, I Swallow.

                                                      If I don’t get up there to my Disaster,—Well, I did

                                                      Dance, with this

                                                      either once, or:

                                                      Oh, If I don’t get to Moving this Life—

                                                      Anyhow, I Remember some of the Faces, I know

                                                      what my Life might have been like, say,

                                                      a Parade, or,

                                                      You Say:-------------------------------à“Mammothing,

                                                      a Cocksucker” in

                                                      the City here, Growing just dark enough;—Today

                                                      the Sun is

                                                      is not is to any other

                                                      is my Insistence to Consume,

                                                                           is Force in

                                                      itself, and you—

Scratching its Ass, while passing in Doubt

“Thus, the Discourse becomes increasingly Lazy: Scratching its Ass, while Passing (out) in Doubt…”

-Boris Izsus 2011