1.
Arrows make up the
rules as we go along
in the same spot ventursome
of what is if what is is not
cause for anthem nor
garrulous for forms
what should *not* be ethical
we had to have situations
night and day we had
to have some of it?
most of it? all quantity
became quality in our eyes
a merely projected sunset
the products would seem
too human more than
we’d like them to be
anyway, surplus value
notwithstanding your hands
dematerializes every-
thing it touches, my love.
2.
You were the thought-
balloon directing me
my words your faith
in materialism makes
what’s between
our ears like a wall
creates space stars
time as what is on
them crumbles like a
stencil to this sense
see me please oh as what
isn’t is a horizon or rim
not a mission here’s a book
eat it don't read it don’t
judge us for what we are
precariously put the
whole world would dis
appear if not for these
hands touching you once
the world felt heavier for
which color must discover
please tell me you felt
something too because
there was thinking a set
of terms that our love
was somehow necessary.
3.
"number there in love was slain"
No sunset of information or fa
shion or who-you-know or talk
to these glass buildings ugly as
you observe thank goodness for
love or love’s presentiment at
least this time of year even if
we should never be I wanted
to speak of it also its flickering
locatedness its discretion and
difference if we should not
finally say “desire” there are
children we must imagine never
having there are places and there
are place-names divisions like
time is a series of cells beneath
the shipwreck of our breath
could you for instance “kill time”
with me forever or "go to hell"
for love is it your lips the antici-
pation of them which made
the movie start and stop premo
tions of whatever one begins to
recognize as feelings obscurer
places in our screen-life how I
can’t stop thinking about them
once the movie’s started how
ever we decide there must be
blood--*number there in love*.
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