What does a lie or liar mean to you?
Show me the contour of the terrain and describe the taste of your staked ownership, with as few rods as possible.
I am interested in pictures of projections of constellations and maps that demonstrate the singular nature of viewing—you know, the fact that a view point is from a point and you most move that to take a whole thing in.
I propose Kant and the sound of my voice.
and you told me that you dreamed of us dying, the ozone layer failing, and all of our lungs struggling. Our faces were blue, eyes popping cherry vessels. You want to poke more holes in our canopy.
This could be a litany or a jeremiad.
But I know that I’m an asshole.
I scream at cars. It is easier. I chase them.
What would you do if you caught one?
I would wrestle the axle to the blacktop, twist the leg of the tire into a bowl, and throw the thing away. I would find my breath and apologize. I would accept my fault in this argument and fold my hands back into the pockets of my khakis.
I would ask for forgiveness for this mess. I would apologize for saying it.
The blushing blood rushing to the surface grasps harder when set on gray and green. My darling. How sick. I sold you under-cooked chicken and sugarless gum. I told you it was raw, organic, free, and home on the range. Imagine tufts of feathers playing with deer and cantaloupe. No, leave the feathers out. Imagining this meat with movement and body warmth can churn a city stomach. Don’t worry; it’ll all be up and over soon.
To this is the point of a pin covered in angels without end, folded over a neutron, a quark. A woman’s face framed in brunette, lying in a field. What a tune. A fish? I cut strings with the gap of my teeth. Gargle this smile, the smell of cauliflower warming in plastic. I like you better peeling and the skin of you—fake leather—gashed and thrown away. The use of a single electrical socket full of slim fingers. Yes, 200. This is the turn of leaves in wind waiting for the coming storm as my temperature breaks and falls back in a wave—sucking out the oxygen.
hand to counter to hand to bathroom to in between pants and warm panties to the bottom of a curve of a toilet to the flush of the great flowing nothing of the sewer
Puking points puking projectiles to band up bang on bang under carriage the underbelly of life. Look, no—don’t look, look at endpoints at house at road at grass look on elsewhere or else and always going or leaving or coming or parking here that is aflame floating around this snake cauldron.
Wire and plastic splayed and spread spread eagle eagle spread at top watching its blossoms fall and tremble and tremble and fall.
Make circles around the round in the round of the heart hurt and knives in the back of the front was at one time here at one time the knives of newborns and newborn lovers.
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
We could talk about vandalism, but that has nothing to do with the first amendment unless we have a less-than-meaningful definition of congress or, ya know, law.