Simple Theories

Treat poetry as a meddlesome link to that part of the transit authority in charge of lightly tapping a door before entering. Then open the door because you hear a bass solo over rock floors and a ceiling the height of long shadows. Drum solos fade into doctor’s left hand. Waiting expectantly provides a door form of window, which can then needlessly be filled with music. We are not gaining on the sun but a simple sentence; whenever will one appear? Endless refineries darken skies that were once sulfurous but got over it. Politics, aka Shemp Howard, studiously learns Paul Ryan. The moon was glad to see the last glade on earth.

Red is the new red as we went down the street. The word street is the old word for straining to find straight. We took red as the word. Red is when they say sorting. There in the new offing, the old republic and democracy. Days came and went, with red streaks at dawn. There a reading of red that can be red readily. Meaning is as green as the day is livid. Red is the new livid. When you red, you gone to new red. Taste is the new average.

As a youth with bear claws, I influenced Robert Lowell. He was 907 years old, I was a trifle. Inklings dripped from his poetry page. I told him there were eagles in the bay, sleeping on forgotten foundries slipping silently into wet regret. He said he was busy with broccoli. I told him broccoli invents a green spire that consumes the thought of Mars (the planet). He said his wife radiated in a plop. I asked if he knew what plop was. He drank himself insane, in reply. The year was 1959. I never knew which wife he meant. Insane is not so bad, when you are gifted, without gunk, I advocated like polis. Robert Lowell told Robert Grenier that a poem has exclusion built in. Robert Grenier scribbled something that changed the horizon. Project Poetry ate a third of all known adjectives until steam in Greenland melted the thought of something else. Everybody has to wear underwear. We all relate to grey clouds, with foam backing.

Dear god in triple metre, the red flowers course faded till my father. The sweet and giving river rose over the beaver dam thing. And after god please, the same thing makes a mother. Any cry creates a topic, sent to mean more than ever. These flowers are the half of all god good if ever good god goes. A tree as big as extra held the apparent of trees. That’s the first relax when a stream poses wet.

Closed system in temple fairway, where Molly Hatchet pops that thoughtstream. You are rich, boys and girls of streak towards. You have a toast point, freed from rivers. We have been to the concerted music, when we were exactly. In those days, we were filled with verbs and notion. We could say that the guitar was ice in a temple, or how much metric ton a drum wants to desire. In the little lanes of learning, docks were correct. Then the stab day, and the register said Republican is demonstrated. Or God, the heaven of caution, falls on your birthday. You were brilliant in the day of, time for the movie. It takes time to absolute the day. And if you weren’t rich you were a day’s ride easily. This politics loves the course stroke, women and men. As children we had a launch party, caulked with that dam thing. Is the vest an instrument of love or strong? We could not pinpoint the exact stem to the flower of big time, yet o the oceans of concern. We just got our, day and night. The useless su...

This is the main child, the document. The main child survives and presses nose to glass, a puppy behind. The main child loses things, and things are still. The main child lives in voice, in the time, at a will, as a wall. The main child is as bright as the season and still. A main child is obvious, clean and perched. We ask in every sentence and the main child starts expanse. We cannot wait for the main child, the main child waits for us. In our blessing, which is a machine, we see all the towers created for the city. Apple trees have left their blooms behind, the fruit is time to go. Steam freezes in degree as we settle. The greening of clarinet in the topic sentence puts new and front to the main child plan. Each end note leads. A puppy expends puppy in the time it takes. Here is the sun light standing.

When door breaks, use catalogue. Children in the garden rock back and forth. Corridors foster children, making choices called class. Every class stops at number. Choose child, file number. Angle towards room, follow corridor, choose number. Add file number to child. File child to added number. Start early and burn often. File addled child number. Prepare noon for midnight. Stir corridor, choose number. Add child to number, expect midnight. Return to corridor. Exit number, speed corridor. Accept child in number, reverse charge, call corridor, look for class. Inside a deadpan, find door. Teacher always right on left or right. Right is the bloom of a perfect arose. Went down corridor, turned to door. Rocking back and forth, turned to door.