Phy-d'eau ∞ Conceptual Fluid

Is it when one is it when one has come along Colliding. have I in this presence, set furylife sun so hot it evaporated droplike perihelion-love ends Quietly. One apartment above another and next to another so that for every life, we’re given some other i was going to escape asking myself from what i …

A mismatch sits windowside across from us. the man’s agony, unspoken, Rests inside the clasp of his hands. Rude position in the public, pink place. but No rules for this. she (mirroring) orders — but silent toward his Crumpled posture: elephantine. Waiter not waiting, –they wait not moving. he at table, she at him exchanging …

Blackberry covers overflood years emerging from creek bed side. soles, youth scuffle over waiting god-leaking Pebbles. Cyclical: Sun arcs Illusions: Fore given, forgetting pebbles A maze meant, but for the good of all of us leap into the arc, illusions. waiting for blackberries, that’s not human not anymore.

Dropping quarters on the Heads of the homeless, “Doesn’t it look sunny in the city?” (the flesh can be torn so easily) or these two, “Is Taylor still a doctor there?” “Yes. Dr. Taylor.” But, the most earnest thing happened outside, just outside Dream Fluff Doughnuts, slouched on his plastic, raving seat he’d, “Good morning.” …

Faraway from dogs and owls, Five people are wrong. the person says I’m at one with crutches see, apologies smell sirenlike because anxiety springs the nine-volt. — He will be a beautiful married man. the person beginning with a shared twenty beverage Strong in the Arms of comedian muse, Idealized dynamism, He loudly with his …

One street, First for bars, old speakeasies — stuck thumb prints in modernity’s Rust lipped bilge-boxes. Flappers burst into just as fast fleeting from world an apparition that presides once-in-awhile in a now come to excite this Late night sophisticates its inbred nullity, amid negative ion airlets (snuck from end of First) which möbius-moth their …

five men sitting in a red-orange room. vinyl creaks comfortably One — cleans wax out of an ear with a finger. Another’s shoelace (that always does) comes untied. Another stares at garbage cans lining Tuesday’s streets. Another puts eyes through a window, where air glistening heat surrounds a motorcycle. Another just leaves a chair empty. …

“Once, a man telling and still, arrived. I was feverish not quite asleep. though, I knew he wasn’t near. really I knew he, wasn’t. Before that, a long time before, a Woman told me something. (she was above a staircase) I was asleep. I’ve slept since, and sometimes she sounds. Neither brought things — they …

Out of the scorn of flush magnitude laughter, inflated like the Round gloss beetle backs whetted personality parts entropic stocks stacked for every wandering sucker enter do you need to impale sentimentality with charity? suck down your hoursdrain Salesmen fade edging unfamiliar material Out from their lives.

The source of yellow-spine is flowing in reverse outside the refineries past bedtime. In spine, sparkles fluidity. While women yellow-warm Incestuously with shrieks slipping from their tresses. Disturbing that the red shine of guilt belies their Centers. They glow sweetmaize platitudes from the center, like wholesome Constraints. It disturbs when engorged eyes, pure in their …

winds blow it all away Surrounding an unworn soul, the country’s insides siphon fluid structures… family, labor, desire and for no time, place. Listless leaves and pan blue come, nestle arm-like, bruise-trodden faces still gleaming against blows breathy embrace takes it away.

Without motion, my way eclipses driven with desperation. Nine hours, eight hours, four more before Decent to the overburdened valley. At such time the crux of burden subsiding just into solar sleep. Another eight hours, likely less. The night before, we could have been lazily methodical or without concern as we acted, though we weren’t …

when seasons descend our streets, cats tiger’d by schizophrenia shed color– disrobing leaves. Our streets solidify in merits of Passage while our steps never land ahead of praise we proffer ourselves. The prey that Drives itself, infused with Now ekstases, we unbury relic caves, lost languages– Selves struck down not sapped but infused with amber, …