Narrative/The Appeal

If the system is maintained by its consequences: gypsy, recluse, hamlet, ledge--

Then wear a gold hat, if it will move her;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too
Till she cry, "lover, gold-hatted, high bouncing lover,
I must have you!" or green, green I want you green the wind

The heaviest form of rhythm in speech is how it ascends into motion , not lip motion,
the body moving in its ledger of jokes, lies, songs, said the Reluctant American, to the Next Original Hipster. They danced out the jailhouse of chords sold separately into different fields for breeding and looming, met centuries later in jokes, lies, songs, and recognizing one another, are back together today. There's no such thing as reunion in a Happening Endlessness



Does it mean the crisis is a good time to express danger as, love, like, or priestcraft, lane, land, cul-de-sac, Sappho translation, or having re-read The Artist as Criminal and Victim looking for signs of The Hollywood Ten or Hamlet or mutant, your sequencer, found Langston Hughes promising the courts he didn't mean Good Morning, Revolution, he meant I'll win the way I've always done, by being gone when they come. There's been a terrible mix-up, having had all the persecution he could judge, he called this reaching into speech for an imitation of himself and finding the club of warnings-- the system will suffer its twin and move in him

The Sugar Quota/Your Blasé Magnanimity Fools No One

The future profession of spring

Where massacre is thought practical, rebirth is inevitable
Where inevitability happens, eve backs out of the cult

I know the other world was not like this

but both are sacred: massacre and the choice on its back, both bloom and mate in a daze and waiting to wake up, waiting

Entrance

It was the wishing hour on t.v.. We discussed the technology of wishing. It included a mutilation of the present that I found inferior to knowing and even ignorance. Or because the known and the unknown touch/dreaming has made stricter terms of dreaming. To stutter or to lose your scars or to occur as a cluster of beginnings. I admired these efforts in the words that pierced themselves to preserve their union letters; wholeness being too close to dismissal, revolution forcing you back to yourself, a leaving you propelled through proper/names, tags, goals, gutters and plugged your form of or joint jesus is smoking or listening from and you're petty enough to see a difference against the shattering effigies of slum geese, your grace pursed as the error or terror or urge of maybe makes a symposium to replenish each joke landscape with stoicism and a cube and a horse and a person. To the brim of grammar where my real companions hear immediacy as the wordless slow jam and tendon it is, driving you over its candor and into it like a bribe or a token or to show him where it drops and

Eagle celebrating road, gets flat
Road celebrating eagle, gets black
Stoic celebrating memory gets that memory ahead of when what matters to the myth is not the rule of fidelity but its song, and remembers it was like that all along, it was the wishing hour on t.v., we tested the technology of wishing. It left holes in the words labeled literal unto the rubric like 'coming true' 'granted' 'I wish a nigga would' 'star required' and we were so sure the machines were working we took up singing and gave our faith a price

This is no Mortal Business

Full of fathom five thy father lies
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.