the spoils
closed asp
circuit
touching&
retouching itself
with a planet
brand jumprope—-
AJuan Song
pastime 3
bruisedthird
of translation
lengthwise in
the water
&unasked for
w/ more dove-hooks
satisfying
a machine
ending——–
pastime 2
chisel-vision
as you remembered
it; cloth-manna
in a dip-vessel,
so what if it’s
seanoise
or anti-matter
consumed
or unconsumed——–
untitled by Darren Vallery
proposed wreckbind
waiting w/
saline-terms
&samples of blinkwords
moving the clipgate
of a fictional-jungle——
Invitation
I said welcome. & you
entered. before entering
the cliff cave.
Subliminal messages
will be played underneath
the music.
I wrote this scene to be
played by two scientists
discovering poison dart
frogs. You know, for the
first time. Skip ahead, the
frogs are forming a complicated
send off to the troops.
I am righting a wrong
I am ghost hunting
with a small dog that
has died of you.
I have put
yellow tape around
Farmer’s Pond, in memory
of Farmer’s Pond.
You said let’s dual
and I laughed but
you were facing me
and onlookers materialized
jumper-sled
goose-trade
these are trade songs
absolutely
green-screwed(thru format
bellows you
want, closing moving
all over an
accidental animal
w/ no appearance
whatsoever)—-
yeah, it’s an old TV by Darren Vallery
fringe-capsule, too
for the morticians
limericks, mallets &foam
or a stolen toothpin
from Mary the 2nd
(you know, a gruesome
house)
and a leopard-rug
replacement, two
sided wreck&formal
cheetah-panels
as a stereoscope
for your exit-answer—-
Through caverns measureless to man
Latex camera
Pretty sunshine
It’s just a day for jerking off
A fall cool one
40 turning into 70
Hour by hour as I look out the window
Somebody bringing the shadows into the dappled
Leaves and trees
The sky more sky
Lights on the deck, and acorns actually
Exploding, hitting the roof, the ground
It was incredible
I met someone
One of those talented people, you meet in a dream
Amalgam, character
The little brain going on and on, into the feeble moment
I am inhabiting the stop
I feel like I have met you at 4 am in the morning
In a gas station
Wedding dress on
Character in your skin
Hair clinging to your face and the wreck of your mascara and eye shadow
Let me just, fix that
I’m one of them I guess
People who don’t know what they’re doing
It’s frightening
I’m feigning it
Teaching other people to drive and then going on to the airport
Where I’m out of town
One time I was out of town for a whole year
The phobias of an evening
Somebody talk to me about the possibility of a murder
My veins look like snakes and I rub them together
Hoping it’s going to be ok