Time is an instrument of construction
no use to
Already putting the chair in a room or ocean
abstrusely stitched
Invention is obstinacy
sitting on memory's blade
Notched by unfolding an inner transparency
in Haikuesque tweed
Pocket giants blot out the sunlight
unpluck each
To pronounce the roofless distort the bird drum
absent then featherlike
The dunce stool over the stairway
Thick as paint
Bandaging the sieve with greater capacity
acid's vacuum
Setting the shape of facts to the myth of their vapour
the scent of the twig
The instant lined by an endless find the moment propels
slowness of pace
Atoms at speed in an orange Volkswagen
the whole idea of an art park (or ark part)
Goods sunk in the sea with a buoy attached
every Bonaparte
dredged inattention
Each sense of the gift is banished from the total
bottle blond
Icing the mainsail on the little side table
The nests all correct
It was the lightest lemon yellow imaginable
flowers of matchflame
Fooling safety
In method's bed?
Bilious, lurid
in the tap water
Plant. The
question of a mask
equally guarded
The sealed train shuttles through reference
But the mind retains the scenes by staring in front
or to the side
warm pages
The text appears to radiate in and out of
or cloister
The wood rendering the idea as a bridge renews what
floors me
downstairs
As we know space, "blindfolded equally?"
backgrounds rise and
set
It will be fifteen feet by seven, the souffle of real
in that mirror
Perpetual smoke borrows air from the library
of moisture
I watch a droplet emerge from the word its implication
buffers
off mind
The cold petroleum stacked
certain runways
Make colour weight, then flash it at me
static
Shaped by a videotaped intimacy
repeating the stretch
A closed door waits
restless, linear
Spiralling shoreward
liquid paper
Hits return with its skull
which hearing fills
The little rubber mechanism inside the
barnacle
To shrink sense, read bear, delay in pattern
pleasure blocks
The sentence in gear, winding the camera
point and press
The questions tied to a giant work light
I unshirt
That is, a boat tooth of like shape
not cylindrical
The verb proper contains the desire to smoke
near the extractor
The Earth under stress in space
ready to pop
Then reading the lips you get to wet-nurse pleasure
semi-dry
I pollinate blotters
on
spills