Seven Poems Seven -Poem One

hesitation released

we know the weakness of titles

tiles forming passages

"You wouldn’t care to walk along would you, my dear? " "In the Dark."

looking out from the leaves

all plains swinging open

what was left

and right

a bliss rather

finger-t®ips

extremely pieces – well read

and yet it was not insisted upon

to consider in de-

tail

Your LINE Present

ab

sense

being tracked

our minds inhaled

the dance finally settled

 

Vivacity would dare the substance of your pre

SENSE

about pictures:

connecting flavors of an extension

that would define addiction

louder LOUDER in

side

this is a beginning as ways to

question

IN-

g

the all repeating when the roots elapse

now I will begin:

Seven Poems Seven –Poem Two

such a sound

silenced

all colors

over

w(h)el(l)

mi (e)

ng

solid being(-)rock there

south went on in the direction of the

road made

path made

line made

ink-spot made

lane

made mate

concrete acting contained

fell upon measure

shift-

less desire-docks

no action in speed

Seven Poems Seven- Poem Three (from Joni)

"Blue

Songs are like tattoos"

behind some completely vegetable pin

re-marked

breakfast bright ~ cheese and shirts and cliffs and night gowns and fruits and drops and

a soak surface

narrow were the great many places built after thoughts

standing was the directive

speech unstopped

waking up Kansas Silence

the Gain she knew sky-shy

the colors cacophony photographed upon a bench

not surrounded

settled

to

pre

pare

anatomy(e) whispered

a bowl aroused

an area of snow-sparks brighter

slender red [ ]

a gathered notion behind the ululating dishwasher’s blind

yet

addressed at the stretched Blue

building Ladders

upon rips

upon precise shores

upon pause

upon sketches

of the Corn-

er

So

"Here is a shell

for you"

.

.

.

(you might just want to )

reverse the angle

and

make it new

Seven Poems Seven – Poem Four

we would use the basis of roofs

and distract the measure

precise nearly colored pearl-red

strings made re

Creation of

WIDE(R) .

as orange would be the purple in Far

Saint Francis St.

Known before this

chart of leaves

UNFOLD

this way would we, even as soon as (K)now * moreover *

conduct

Seven Poems Seven – Poem Five

dazzling

pace

after

pace

2 am at Santa Fe St.

an affair of co(lo)mbine-s

sudden peeled frontier

raring muttered spasm

drop

ped

confidence brought near

beneath

an indication

of

coffee

translu

cent

in the center and downWa(O)rds

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Seven Poems Seven – Poem Six

IN«

in that«

in that loss«

in that loss of space«

in that loss from space«

in that the loss would be space«

in that last consideration«

in that «

in that lost continent

elementsandtextureswouldcuddle

 

Seven Poems Seven – Poem Seven

Blue Bones

a collage collision

NOT MASTERED

this fluent unraveling gasp

a sharing chain of chews