I am a Gullible Mutt

“I’m a gullible Mutt; and to such: (If) a strange Excess, (is) do I consider (it) to do.”

-Boris Izsus 1980

The Equation's Body Changing

Accompanied by a Plague of Pigeons

Smiles, Miles

Not Worth Much

That’s the end

  - how they read the real

and with words I kissed him

while he lay and hoards.

And did I not make

the mustard bloom?

- the crooked sadness

beyond the marble, tongue to see

the ruins. 

Which leaves the leaves of 

reasons enough for strangers

the vantage most taken

by surprise

• he will choose the she-bubble

burden and stay it tightly

in his hand. 

No fleck of wind in the 

dictionary as such: 

a touch of the habit

and unmoved when the storm sends

roses and toss the red

to brown, then black. 

I Do Not Think These Hands

An Excess Resting until that Jury Comes

“…But your Body was not even Remotely related to anything else; in its own way, it was a narrow Excess resting until that Jury comes----------àSincerely, Oh Dear: to Posses my Body, was to be Possessed by nothing at all; which is the Theory that makes it so…”

-Boris Izsus 1981

Scratching its Ass, while passing in Doubt

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

-Boris Izsus 2011

The Body Organizes the Absence of the Reemergence of Years

⁽¹⁾           The Body Organizes the Absence of the Reemergence of Years, hence

⁽²⁾           What emerged ain’t in any Autobiography I’ve ever read

⁽³⁾           In Other Words: your Body is the Corker, penultimate

⁽⁴⁾           The Absence, is a hard Unit of Measure Daubing up the Surface, the Face

⁽⁵⁾           And These Days, there (is) where I’d Measure

⁽⁶⁾           Each Movement then is (a) to Erase (b) to irrevocably Eradicate

⁽⁷⁾           Absence always betrays the Body’s Intent. Absence is the Assumption tucked far away in   

        the Suitcase.  There is Nothing in the Suitcase, unless it is us.  The Intent then, is stay put      

in the Suitcase.

⁽⁸⁾           So the Contents of *this Suitcase, is a History most likely fucking Rude