Man From the Avenue/Canvass Sky Treaty

Armistice starts with a chime, water imitating land. This is how he'd lure me, from superstition toward reaching in my purse.. Proud-national-mine, nova of a man, acrobat, minister, showoff kind

Are you radioactive?

I'm in a blue series, yes, that shows up as red

Then an old ephemeral headline, send me, I'll go (messenger blues), vaudeville magician levitates envelope (telegram blues), so what (so what blues)

where the tone is not unremittingly sullen or... it's too unusual to be so sad,

Yet, rogue as it is, kneecap splitting with business pitched into vicinities rotating like the pact between laughter and obedience, makes you a statistic, a pimp monument to my indifference to monuments

And being still is equivalent wearing a tophat on stage in the wind

And keeping still is a form of winter; the forced compulsion twins have to mirrors and averages

Clinging to one another like threats, if there were such a rescue to covet, like reputations, (public gardens), turning green into green integer, kneejerk

The explanation is a question, is a quantum. How great. How much of love is light, how much light is enough, why is the envelope still in the air like a tightrope beneath your foot, your root, are you flying that means, does that mean the river is moving, does that mean you are flying

To hide the hustler from his hustle: Flinging the compass made of (4) Chryslers crashing into one another like the sad ice on perfect teeth if it were to start melting or meaning a higher priced green is business that would be my team's pool made of guilty minerals, playing cards breezing under a dealer's thumb,

the hardest things I've come to(o) tender

the heart is things I've come to tender

The armistice, the chime, the sinnerman, listener man, lord listener, the blue series, the twins, the mere, club mirrors, the hihat, the liar, the oracle, the one with the short wrist, the photosynthesis of paper into purpose, the decorative clovers, the deck of spades, my decadence, my radiance, mine

What's Really Food

Jubilee Business/Our Ladies of the Flowers

Interview Transcribed from Memory

Dear Josephine, Why did you leave?

I didn't know what to do, I forgot my words, I started crying 'cause I didn't know what to do

Scandal?

Little by little. I'm always doing wild things, willed things

How?

For the house, for the pink house I promised to build into a promise that would make us proud

Why are you murmuring?

For the sensation of inhabiting two worlds

The Show and the No-Show?

Yes, both. Both are social, both as close as nowhere/else

Theme for Malik Flavors

In the name of accuracy

(there were ready arrows in the backseat)

..When Flavors was smiling, we were happy

But they said it wasn't fast enough, so I made it fast. There's not enough words for them to work out what the language was so I moved it as, my mother's habit at the electric church was to plead the blood, to rub the Cadillac with wax and lacking any fear, I might do that too. Silence. But not in the service of hurrying or wish fulfillment or slurring a rant into an errant I'll be damned if the isle ever flinches when I walk down it in mint green and a crown made of artichoke/hearts, grow up, dress up, laugh this many times in a row at that many chosen few many chosen you who none have

Slipping Beam

Quit kissing the gun, Kid...kid (even the young Pip in Great Expectations is menaced by cows who seem to talk, from the beginning to the begging) I'm getting wasted on cherokee (praise) shake the rest out of me it wasn't anger or sanguine, it was early love crimson sometimes ruby, chubby Rubaiyat has me let go my ladle, my cup of sacrificial spirits, but the fluid lifts before it collapses as the word colfax, untilting-as the kissing place on the x that looks in every direction then chooses blindness (none), huddles in the shine fat sun of interstate 80, route 174 kind, of common Californian forlorn and whimsical and finally, and when-I-look-up-again, excessive presence leaves no traces, the static starts just as the disc jockey is about to tell me the title I never wanted to know which outfit he wore to court, which one he wore to war, which one he wore to pieces, but I found out

Frontyard Ritual

Les Autres/Les Uns/Liasons