AUDIO
our father is putting butter in issues
of fruit of pears and apples, oranges our father
is apparent and even
suspended a little he flicks
small geometries out, grapes out
of their situations
if our father were our client
he would say
follow the collander and follow
we would flipping around remember
the literal PDF of mown lawn our father
is so kind even when left un-“towards”
as they say in the kitchen riddle me
and I will oh don’t you worry
about all knowing brownies,
boxed drinks, pulling fast our tripward longing
so that it comes apart in white waves
all the worse for these sufferings, pushy and cloud-
like we ski, ski, ski
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god said secrets are stupid and then he created earth he flushed one for number one two for two he made a buzzard machine he folded the sea together he unfolded it gave us architecture, word, made us wait for what he created lies he hallowed his own name when you think about it he volleys us on jesses and we are paper squares we breathe up eat earth but come back, we do, to his leather hands he said so so we try to say so the wind picks up water oaks our grandparents die we wonder if everything’s already been said if ideas are exercises the way of the worm is the way of god the earth is an interface we likes not knowing we dislikes not knowing we itches in ditches foretold us
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One out of
every three
turtles even
swimming
is one in one
out of one one
turtle
his black
back up
is even
keel, smooth
is as it turtles
to, fro
one fin
at times
fin as ever
swip on-
ward ponder
he is a shoe
in turns on
takes off
it spits
heaven knows
whose thoughts
are whose
chewing
in murky glaze
what a tuner
one is turning
the radio on
after noon
radio on
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Hey bay for us today & carrion
the market collapses takes us in / grants
one dance one only see us newt
bright green collapse the little air
therein rays of heaven headed us
are hairs / ends / days / mists /
pale discrepancies. us stands for us
in the stippled presence of half-things, junk,
a squirrel stinging his tail gold / capital rays / a hologram
that's activity running along light, essayic / laces us up
w/ little bones, commas, sticks—
The hairs of the lord be curls
of pollen erroneous melodies sheesh
the helm falters in the wet leaves / we rakes
we cards / we liquid piffle standing water
