Simple Theories

  glistening these people their legal rights bright marvelous construing language engaged in flaming  plentitude of horses, darkened regimes  we have stood for the time with juncture in the sand’s gloss, wave upon wave seismic country, esplanade of passing fancy, generative failing  Donald’s afterbirth for the Citizen, the French say  citoyen, member of state or Country, just annexed as computed loss  the ex Pression on Donald head and the space within, a World—it is nothing to laugh At and will be gone in lasting parliamentary fragments  Donald most important slug Gish thoughtless noise of human ever  From now and On, wind colour red as a sun  Donald doesn’t bleed completely real like a motorcade  his head ever expresses a bit of climactic rock  no entirety will ever Give fatter flatter nothing  Factories burn for him in tribute and re tribute  Cornice stone and brains above the ground, aura of magnet compulsion, separati...

  Donald’s low valence dying measures the smallest ut most possible  packaged plum pageantry in the molecules between nothing  lights shine all angel grift to astonish the elsewhere beams  maybe the possible becomes possible by words only  now means now to the exclusion of then  thank those close and reaching Martians for an alien sense of virtue

  Across lean tar pits of localised conveyance, news from sadly nowhere and other quackery. The entire rich crunch vibrates to the center, where stopping begins. Look where the adjectives go. The people as multiplied assumption and ducking away show causation by tumbleweed drift. Moral code exists as prosecution, pronounced as caring. Nuclear rocks decompose, discompose. Stictures from the one god populates the beaten numbers between us. We can all die with advantage to hear the startling judgment. The bonfire of Babylon made happiness exist. We cannot squeeze more love from this rock. Donald’s day has spoken, mellifluous tar.

  Read it, pain is a momentary agreement of feeling within time as a marvel. Intersecting lines meet without volition, smack that second. Whitehead wrote something in a clearing, illustrating something and a clearing. We went along, together, brillianting and set. Love wholly covers while owing nothing. Hearing a set tune, a folk astonishment, a meeting place, something written in a reach. The time now is just the time now, here so we can at this morning now, once more.

  by narked tree gorse and pond the earth may  exist. Thru clutter affirmation in rigor murmuration  lenient starlings Sway. Ephesion! Emphasize every  other syllable.

  updating empathy, trying station. wear alert to vacant words. Safe. harbours elongate into gray clear, ocean, With O stock prices gleaming. The wholesome price pressure crates burying opportunities. please report on vast holdings. Heaven has Donald is. the product life gadget.

  period of smoke and lost vowels opening as a heaven likeness Donald takes to his bed of roses fired in lined up Semaphore with Strict religious preference for strict religious preference be the shadow gov’t you were meant to be These are the beans that we counted