[intoxication]
 . .   
(over) the impoverished lands

(of) my body
(a) bony canvas of bent

trees overgrown (with) spindly bushes (beside(s))
(lodged) in the dim building where my heart (lies)

pale, pale legs where my head (is)
(a) living inkblot

planted . . . in place (of)
where does the poem go

(a) fuzzy remorse
(in) the burrowed furnace that consumes my ===
you only die once

with all the fairies at your bedside
whipped piper of love!

downy theorem where
every1 gathers at the hem

of blistering waterfall
to always be be/side

one (my/your/her)self
in your telescopic arm(ament)[s]

leaves consume my/a body
(a) worm enters (me)

(my) toes, now greying, begin to branch (toward)
those suffering severe repression may feel alien (to themselves)

we do not notice things in broad daylight if (they are not there)
and thus die toward/of a language. as it may [have been]. turning (in that

direction). whirling verb (of) personage.  not grasped (to). in
search of [nautical roughage like as]. to displace (to). at refuse (of)

historical bending past. expands breadth toward/beyond
urchin of noun objects. forgetting of it now. (a) breach of always.
planted … in place of … japanese scream[s] . . . whimper

dreams which were somewhat elder[ly] follow the waving branches
          and is night

          is always night 
[paperwork fantasies]
three narrow buildings

incandescent with rage
unrepaired bridge

falls into a concrete-walled stream
perpetually scratching the surface

my lost country
scraps of language

inside myself a lost child waving
thin fabric

in perpetual heat
the high seas

assume a wrongful place at a throne
swallowed by green land

distracted by faint traces of lack
wind composing obituaries for silent birds

i feel a blade
of grass on my neck blue

flowers sprout from fissures in my skin
(what type of flower does not matter)
talking points of

sprawling space
becomes faint(er and fainter)

with tiring hands
to feel young again in a different field

with money which grew narrower
breathing fast, his soft waist

gradual accidents befall
swatting at the darkness pretending

we are strangers
the truth of appearances

fading monthly, ending reluctantly
(unnecessary surfaces are always masterpieces)
at 45 degree angles

bent over the table, more furniture
vile and hypnotic

soothing me like nothing else
bodily harm and strips of dull silver

in the word “prescription”
how long will my spirit

end badly
half a person equals political malaise

lost in an interior life
absentee poets objectify myself

erasing the cityscape
ghost ship in brackish water

wayward thought
phenomenological corset

pollution and contagion
hesitation wound

shoot fish in a barrel
engulfed cities between day and night

example of silence
fallen world [intermittent in my landscape]

identify with cliffs