Simple Theories

  reference panini the gaudy happy Italian sandwich that People who eat recognize as the tungsten alloy of their consumption close to home filling themselves with filling themselves while gourmets sniff surface areas expertly and with flair and gourmands swell to the excellence of filling the moment ever lasting praise the discovery of beans and the drama of panini as well a world a world

  lives of varied coloration save save lives and other lives by saving other lives it seems the while and wild of life lights people filled intricate and with ropes or strands while lifting up lifting peace up another one complete and a one complete to where others feel the simple turn to me turn to you rock monzogranite like the Sierras where so much survives so much

  A lake left the cold inclusion Of a glacier In picture time by solar Decree but The devil gods nervioso Pyramid Lake claimed spirits in time On reservation land apportioned in NevadA releases old sentences Of sparks thru time President Trump Reimposes blockade out of time the patience of a molecule persists

  Newly and carelessly adumbrated posthumously with no reflection, charted for mainstay on the roiling sensations and immediate inclusions, sounding baffling and complete without carpeting or undue projection, located in a version of New York City that sizzles in time or out, filed with crazy application to others, called readers and  famoso , now splintering into next radiance or offset struggle with definition, now available with and without balance. Proceed as usual and roundly.

  nominally Ted Berrigan patched together from words or if words don’t serve the re mains of half a thought. Oligarchs float past and future in the rising wind of Oligarchs who press words to dogmatic shape. I like to think that Berrigan drew a line and drawn to it. basic fewness of of oligarchs serves shaded. their words stand in for an object outside not in. after everything else nothing begins now.

  this transcontinental fuckup brought in slugging flunk matching flurry of activity with noisome oblige. he smells of all the bad on cross county rapaciousness and a hell of a thing. we have something smaller now. the smell is very exact, like marginality. well. 166 years ago the confederate army heads away from intent and union becomes like books and enclave, all the way to market. that’s why we chat like this, portion control is for children. have a great rest of your day and let shoddiness never impede.