/
facts seem to alter w/ an altered voice

as one counts capital backwards / i didn’t know

it was raining / dank advancing

comfortably as fish to the various electric musics

that echo thru the deep state
/
polished spherical men playing windy clouds

are all mad / senators ambassadors

rank w/ leggings they litter the centuries

/ death walks behind dark cars / the royal party of new

arch opera has taken five
/
we’re all squeezed rather tight / damp & massive

a thunderous sun shines on my left

/ dank green links jam / mica-glittering w/ a thousand eyes

the vast murmur makes

no sense of the behaviours of
/
these people / whose land isn’t a nation but a family

quarrel / who govern fortunes / twenty+ mill

it’s nothing to do w/ me

little electric teeth & eyes i keep

forgetting that i come from another planet
/
it exists only as a sphere of heat / conditions

were a bit adverse / fantastically

i wore a frozen pond facial mask to protect my lashes

from infringing on the law of cultural

embargo / mindspeech is the only thing i have to give
/
the other workmen here / a swarm of fleas

plank together / i ask the pinkish colour to my left why

/ annoyed by my sense of effeminate intrigue

& having said he & his the dank man

answers we use the blood of ironic animals
/
i was trying to speak insipidly / face all webbed

yet everything i said seemed to take

on a double meaning every tooth seemed to have thirty-two

meanings praised by poets establishing lunacy

in a no-doubt age / ungrateful
/
power has become so subtle & complex a thing an

augmentation of character gives reality success

/ nothing succeeds authority

as surely as the sun even as i think this

the world’s sun dims / rain spatters
/
it’s expressions are political not poetical / casts

a shadow about your mindspeech

not only insane but stupid

/ looms in a dank snowy jumble / my boots

crunching on thin bits of moon litter
/
what is a friend in a world where any friend may be

a lover at a new phase of the moon

neither man nor woman / neither & both

cyclic & lunar / metamorphosing under the hand’s touch

we were both still stiff / changelings
/
in the human cradle / i woke & heard now ticking

thick & soft / that day we skirted was

a result of the elliptoid orbit / a slow bleeding away of light

into dankness about the size of a fox

/ can’t count on any sun to dry things out
/
night got severe / i lay awake in a queer kind of ship

loud w/ rain you had a bad night

what happened?

ahead of us below sealevel lay twisted silicon

valleys / black cindercones /
/
i insulted him deliberately / belly-screaming frozen rain

the machine conceals the machinations

that obscene heads perform in public / my temper

cooled / the sound of the wind seemed like the sound

of the wind / lukewarm & uncommitted
/
proud umbrageous men come out of stasis

applauding my quickness to reply bright-eyed

in such a drenched public

ruled by fog & fear / they can’t

keep all their offices straight / over in Internal
/
the historical equivalent of a prime minister

wilts like a radish leaf / the crowd in the bank are content

but i am alien / bored / sweating like ice

somewhere on a dark web

in the sun / i fail to appreciate the event
/
what one is after when farfetching is

control over communications

the government can check not only act but thought

they fly in machines like cars /

i am talking of some crazy murmuring
/
lie / several inches of sound

dead white under grey-blue skies that swallow

/ a great hoax cooed & muttered

& i held on to my point

of abstinence / for us to meet sexually
/
both in exile / would be for us to meet once more

as aliens / the possibility is awesome

would take time & money

& all traffic is on runners in the winter

anyway / frankly asked i can’t
/
not impersonal & not only political

it’s individual it’s personal it’s both / more & less than

we & they / i & it / i & thou

not political not pragmatic but mystical

not a body politic just a mystic bot
/
on a mobile / i write to be writing

in little transparent boxes / the light of my mortal

vanity / the nearest to crisis

that our sexual desires brought us in the cut-up

night was an old word for shadow
/
the trouble is of course is that he is

troubling in his curious fashion / strange

to be spread & to never know the sex

i was afraid i would laugh at my own alien gentleness

/ my ambisexual face
/
during long heavy talkative parties w/ cubed hyperfood

my soul’s a frozen barbarian / is considered

execrably vulgar for talking business while eating

my averted face is mostly sand & rock but nobody’s yet

explained me away as a ghost
/
ignorant of the uses of zero

members of regressed societies can’t mindspeak

i began to feel like an athiest praying

deaf & alone in a universe filled solid w/ small stinging

grey matter i walked on / home to my island
/
dank shadows under cheekbones looked

like what i looked like

no amount of shock awe terror disturbed

luck running / turned out the light

sliding into sleep as a swimmer slides into dankness
/
the holy wingless flowerless world thickened

brightness was gone leaving nothing

no sky no horizon no shadow / the illusion was so complete

i had trouble keeping my inner ears from turning

into black tentacles
/
the President was obstreperous

his lunatic business of artificially created orgies

locked up all the stars / as well he might

total interstellar love-life gullibility / it’s not just

a stupid joke i know
/
how sunsets in autumn fall

on their side / how rivers cease to love & rocks

make a virtue of self-love / lit

is the left hand of dankness & dankness

the right hand of lit
/
insofar as i can love / i tried sending

slick blue stuff / recalling what my duck had told me

about the occurrence of dream-messages

among pre-telepathic peeps

but it didn’t work / the new is tricksy
/
scrolls up trees from the flaw of the south

makes banks shudder / it snows

surprise & pleasure

still brooding / how can you doubt

random mutation / the chancier the betterer
/
autumn was facing my sexual cycle as it hung out

of an extreme drain / dank energy

necessitating a sort of collapse

nobody & everybody was responsible for

my fog-ridden hills & beaches / i swiped anyway
/
smoke panted from fiery mouths

the afternoon limped like last night’s glacier

b/w two monster volcanoes

b/w us rose love

sugared & w/ paraverbal speech
/
glitchy / we screw on thru space

among great lumps / ravelling & unravelling

long & late / till dank

in other worlds in other words

out among gentle complexifying stars