Normative breakdown II

te hem: the agent again:
agent covering the agent
uncovers the agent
covered, says: agent, covered
(rock slight to degree the angle
here, slight, think rocking chair)
covered, covered so, hum.
And the agent (rem. agent?)
saw. Remembered: that’s the sucker,
that’s the sucker. And
fell all over love again
with the agent following
(of course). Fell all
over the agent: “happy … “
and the agent, suspicious,
said: “no” but said “yes”
and fell. Not so much the
“agent, what agent do you know”
but “agent, you agent”
and knew. (We knew.)
Te found the file and “te
hem:”
ed that agent, the one
from the beginning
they (we) were looking for.
Last I heard: “was
locked up?”

Normative Diary I

Statue made … medallion
akimbo smile crooked
loan cracked all laughs
or jump jump,
electrical or info or hey
eyes all over “god” over
whom that? says: “Imp
ossible wash, no back”
then. Along. Just
stacks and smell of stacks
plastic virile cold metal.

Heterocentric Problems II

Here is my rimes reaction to A Fine. I also think it has heteronormative problems of reproduction. Or maybe not. ?

The up and down side of our baby’s rococo crown
favored a certain destiny, that certain writ (we do not know Latin) dross
in the school yard. “What’s that?” Glow, spikes, Latin. “We’re not down
with your high-and-mighty.” Our baby bent a golden rod to floss
her first tooth. Oh, and it was not bad, we understood. A good toss
of bathwater we could never, so, drown,
maybe. But no, our baby is a good baby. If anything, we dropped the ball
on all chances of this normal that normal, and all.

Space XIII

Wind, apocalyptic wind … or winds … tulip sprout after snow/ice storm and with plastic floats and cardboard pizza falls

Mighty porch … do porches do like they did, a reminder from the box in the closet about porches and same spring some time ago

Reminder: fall. drink from the mason jar heavily water marked hooch

Grass has that shape that wants to be eaten, the cat knows it (little bullet) and we know the well-ness of a calendar full of holes

screams

(Today is the day the mail refuses to run)