Who could object to an Adonis touching your breasts
even when he's gay?

to fall for the myth through some binoculars

or riding around to take photographs of this station

we can only see the fiction

the water has flooded these streets.

my want for projections and fantasies.

There is a new town to hold these miniatures
of people. They are interacting now under
the freeway. They have their drugs and impulses.

It's an old city, but there is beauty.

There is a film within a film and we are lost.
there is a man kissing a boy. we are finding
ourselves boys with interior lakes.

We are learning how to drive. we need to protest
but our conformity lacks the language.

 

I'm being lied to about this prison.
I have seen the guards and their guns. I have witnessed
that you may be an inmate or a guard.
I have only the serial numbers on my sleeve.

It is lunchtime now. I'm speaking calmly
with my voice.

When the man acts like a woman. when the man is not
feigning emotion. when the woman can only wear
my costume. they had apparently dispelled
personality.

There's an embankment of truth. what do I have
in common with women?

There is a national park dried up.
As there are hostages and silent victims
like a state left to Graucho Marx.
Left in the grate we have only to believe
in the test cast,
thinking we are extracting teeth.

In that there is a catastrophe and a client
with odds and ends over Tokyo.
the calamity of sitting in the mist, thinking
one is high minded. one is reveling in anxiety.

can it be bad or rebellious to be without reason?

can we hold open our notebooks and odd
pieces of behavior. can we not believe that
reverie is a clearing house.

notice how I find a corporation
notice how I yearn for warm limbs.

a ribcage could be like my animal brain
speaking in words I've never known

I see in the opening the poster next door.

I once fought to understand the other.

a dream demanding the cow be castrated.

this fright made me find silence. dissolve
the familiar.

I have a certain indecisiveness. demanding
some authority. is it mine or the popes?

our little memories have escaped. our sad little memories
have turned themselves in.

the subject and object of a Q&A period.

the appropriation of a death instinct.

off the coast so often we were oral

an anxious phallic Pepsi.

We were bored and facing blood.

this corporate affair, this affair of industrial steam
this waiting room of inhuman thing

what better stance than to be stoical about your situation

desire is nothing personal.

we were oppressing other people with willful activities.

there are different ways of being happy.

it appears you can go local. ought implies you can. to say that

"Aristotle's man of virtue is notoriously self-centered"

rather than to accept it.

 

back to issue two

 

 

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