pretti good

norma l beautie s

on daily—flip-thru
pages; sailboat,

ever-ending;     love
     tho chaos or laugh,
    be quiet retreat—

by car:

delicate tableaux//

envelopes either party,
sweet eclipse at hand—

     pass some ash thru lung.

experiment 341: feel the same

put literal dashes--

abet accountability,

transplastic of--

well i really want this

love

to o god our success

you

to fuck like demons for the first time

babes

please o god help to

get this garden going

our yet-to-be

(just let the punctuation

trail)--

Satsang 12/21/25

'let love take hold,' you could say, open-eyed.
broken-necked shame (if you had one), lifted.
o bb gurl, how fortunate to wait 

for nothing; & so shameful to have none!

have we a unity of sentiments,
tragic press of ego into marble, 

into walls, into ruins. how many 

would have chosen the 'ladies' over what—

more,
     when, after we are (not-)gone,

     recall 

receding 'M' of my hairline, tickle 

of a cough and i fart.

time for our medication—
let's set our hearts to rhythm,
let's lower our blood pressure.

slower, you look good today, would you like to go to the bathroom?
feet spread, firm; lean forward, push the chair's arms;
‘nose over toes.’ there you go, now slowly.

experiment 340: radio

—slug; tall, wetburnt tree>berryvine leafcrunch>deerprioned midwest—

 cranberry for color

Eexperiment 338: parade

Opportunity
and then the season is gone—
to see is this way