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But breakfast’s subject beckons: 
the booster affair effect in Tumblr-
land? The digital map surveillance
co-sponsor the soccer mom sauce
minivan project, relay & speech 
to cell battery fiasco. Batteries 
have lives too, reads the cloud script.
FML maxims of self-loathing guilt 
& shame reach into their emptiness.
They find, feeding on excrescence 
derivatives piling up in excess,
that death's preferable to that 
I say so chamber. 
		& from such varied
 buffets, on the inside, on 
 sublime regions of the in–
terior where everyday sound makes 
in its own grammar – 
as in, in the style of – subverts that ease,
brings pause; regathers fingerprint
to tensions suspended as if by 
cables even though, between sighs
ataxia keeping pace without ordered 
syntax & symbol graft’d to its surface,
ciphers eat lines of fir-tree needles.
Q botanical fur - Cy Twombly, first
Love of Rauschenberg,?caught up 
in its stitch. 
                       Slips emerge in a scene,
Allowing language to find body's instrument 
To hear the dead who live in in it:
phone homes to homes are calls back
to homes no longer home to hosts. 
In the a.m. a window 
red nova 
 thread from bovine breast
 drips squid ink in 
a polypropylene bin.

No point a point still, none 
but a collection of outside ofs 
Whatever set limit; to be 
as hunger takes each form
exchanges of fluids & food
 to maintain, though phantom, 
These forms. Children pass
 comets in public square,
parentless parenthesis. 
What begins in fold or recess 
means to mean 
good to friends, to make
 window instead of transparency,
to paint orange-peel textured 
walls with latex grey, 
to tape every foot of trim 
& hang doors, to keep a clean 
line of sight, to thank the ones 
who brought one into
this, the whatever it is form
 & stranger still unknown
animating it, slow 
                         but sometimes 
with deliberation.
The chip man’s on the corner 
with processors, off-kilter 
hums come from alleys 
& from above, not a man-
nerism crisp or elegant, ribbons 
mis-guided in glue’s
normative guide–
voices adjusted, injuries 
with long life spans.
 Successive treatments 
like going out fishing
in a lake unable to hold live animals 
for a generation. The bets go out 
anyway, thin necks, brains powerful
enough to bring contusion’s 
combination dark blue depths
to bruising with an attention 
to that man standing still
in the middle of an intersection
                   in the middle of a street
		in New York City.
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