Simple Theories

  looking past the seeing crows collect in tree then gather to the ground with one on a utility wire meaning present indicative something together in the world in time for something else and everything free to be a meaning in any shape or more than global points to nothing noting any thing means everything from where we are together

  smoke situates in black common mode of learning to forget regional asides  singers explain that they have died many times without missing a beat  the search party reminds us that caldrons exist in volcanoes and chances are good either way steps are taken in good English in the space of thin dimes and caged lightning  land just becomes a matter of returning and space calls for being just being  no one minds the shock of numbers because one can always tango heat in time on any smudge of map

The state runs the fort. Trees become vacuum. We made a city from the death of turnips, one sentence at a time. Crucial leanings of trees suggest the passage of time. The clock of mountains comes apart. No reason exists to explain, a drawn picture in slippery lines will inevitably take shape. Here we are deciding in language needs. Plants have enzymes or some chemical thing that seems to work. Words merely get lost. Lost is the new way of finding. Picture a gathering. Insolent patterns appear. Microdiatribes float up for recognition. We make what we can. We can be heartened, it’s what we can do. We can look to arrange things but even the falling apart makes arrangement. College attracts spoors. Education has a crust. The town remains in mind. Pure fields cause laughter. Just a few nights ago the moon shone above trees with fair silk cloud explaining diaphanous by example. Plenty of time for that, and screeds. A logical basis might be needed to complete a trash can and it’s iron tongue....

  he moment of going off the track cranking numb ers and flying with the intonation of vocabulary box We live in this every some by radiant expanse cluster a time limit for sentiment or just rivers when in the mild winter spelling counts most those are only words Jack Kerouac cost nothing  City on the Hill where Nothing is Level

  colour in home city sorts snowflakes meaning some where or time the hills after trees roll disporting in time like verbs with precision out of time nowadays forest memory and season flame

 let/go the sign doom pastorale doom generation doom wholeness and light doom All in the peopled plan of cross and sentient trickle for the sport of margin and depiction Deplete louse of cull Hold true to the unsevered beam

  among the words Buddha left  behind see the opposite of Buddha  Green planet Scudding In a minute  After all The smoke Moves  To other words the World moves  Toward nothing else and Probable cause