transdada

poetics, time, body disruption and marginally queer solutions

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

from: obedience

there as mental facts
as potent physical fact
factors to the power of zero
or to ten
to the power of infinity
actual happenings
before the surface
before a drop of water
before taste buds yearn for an actual possible
served chilled and or a photograph
neither accident or incident
nor the three zones of a dogs life
without Providence or target
rising with the sun
caught in non-newtonian motion
without concern for respectable people
thinking they create
respectable silk worm thread
and or an asterisk on a stick
or the power of zero to ten to the power of infinity

now at times there seems to be a point
a starting point
a theory of law
bodies of resistance
or a miraculous wonder striptease compromise

-this is your base (a square hole)
-this is your weapon (a condition)
-therefore I am a, fill-in-the-blank (perception)

which is nothing more then masturbation time
past memory and blood soaked sheets
past remastered density

no, that’s not it . . .
we've all been retouched by digital diagnosis
so then it’s, remastered dentistry in multiple dimensions

remember, safety first
metaphysical innocence later
neither will happen
neither is the question
remember . . . . . . .
there is always a canvas of sunshine somewhere

like, dear daffodil why not sneeze Rrose tel aviv
which mean as an ocean, because a hurricane like books
as they say;
*we’re putting metonymy back in the canned corn beef*
a definition later, you say;
lookout for the minutes
a minute later
we are a minute late in the doppelganger of necessity
in the geometry of heaven
or in the onomatopoeia of novocaine

the minutes trade-up to beans en route to code
a minute after that friendship happens
in a background of yesterday’s teeth;
that is if the condition is a quality

that is, after a night’s talk
after the evenings after dinner
after the symbioses liberation army
after the weather underground (the movie)
after the after effect
in the effect of the title oblique
opposite -
how much can you will to power
and not, and fail

nothing moves
it’s a universal usual
a bait and switch heart
fascination of a five year old
a five year plan
all dressed up and nowhere to glow

and without notice
the look that opens backwards
opens gas choking ethnic loyalty
cameo debauchery with large scale memory loss

sometimes there are things like things
that cut matter

sometimes there is qualities in schema
permanence in endless reflection
grace and hesitation
before the beholding
before elation
before a mimic impulse
before and after hopelessness

sometimes there is a recall nothing
a reverse without refrain
a star without an idea

we stand watching
host of the unbearable
eaten alive by dream states of numbness
inconspicuous perceptions
constituted on obscure dust of the world
further towards the sky
someone will hang up a line
you could say
it’s in the water the way salt thickens

the prospect hardly gets better
then a comfort maneuver on loan

I wait, the sun rises
I wait, the sun rises
I wait, the sun rises again

there is another production transfer
to increase consumer’s capacity

I wait, the sun rises
habits begin
scale increases
again there is a sales increase
the noise increases
leaves tremors and or tumors

each and everyone is down to just one promise
a survival kit
and one part of a half of nothing
everyone makes room for everyone's
deep capacity for eternity

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