At the Intersecting of Had and Brainchild

remembering pushing hope
remembering pushing nothing hopeful
remembering pressing the wrong valves on the horn
remembering pressuring a splendiferous vacuum to function
remembering persuading Candy to marry just to take her in the creek

these are not memories
these are not the completenesses of thought
these are not functions in a vacuum of pressurized horns
these are not the real Candy’s clothes, ID or sunglasses on the mantle
these are no more than a prisoner realizing he is alone with the cell door open

now that that miserable fief is emaciated
we can see that it’s our differences that make us
different I a raconteur you a meter recording gosling migrations
aphids swift fingered croupiers currants proximity to the fair another bucket
of porterhouse wine a lesser scalar cash you’ve already gone and your grandeur

like helena won’t take a hint guile is a strong suit
here affordably ignoble who gives a piranha a monkey
to play with excepting maybe in germany lines down they’re bored
with jenga the human comedy dropped in the desert and given a script of heat
(the inevitable node where I picture you naked face down inhaling the moonlight)

okay so I belong to a semaphore society
is that so extreme? reason to exterminate armenians
there’s you then there’s asia then there’s a gulp a cottonmouth
happy easter little amulet full to the nipples in amphetamine grownups
fold jerusalem into a marion davies origami erect a loadstone then have some soup

the crayfish are a botch job
how preeminent! how disadvantageous!
how relieved when the circumcision became empiric
bats a thousand on the head of his stella afterward writes his name
in a bank of coma atmosphere heaps of flamingos craft a concord of matchsticks

we went to the countryside with me
we left me to watch over the gigahertz larva
its actions taught me a lesson I’ve forgotten about autism
but now I see a bezel that won’t abate every thing has a ghostlike aura
they still blanche when they see a peep americana homologous heil lindbergh

there’s a storm front in your olive
concentric ones they crouch in the lowlands
staging in an avocado commune the parthenon aspired to be
gangs of new jerks habits actions equations a strained anchor chain
I move my hand an inch and remember every word you chronicled in fairfield

now all I do is go down on you in my turn
the incense the mat that creek as gentle as abolition
who is Candy an apostle to? vesicle inhalation a sac of pulses
and this ship has no public bowels in harvard yard their airflow repute
produces a cyclist without a hillel no foible but the barbecue is gargantuan

and you my love are ethereal as barbecue
as an ion as a decade by bacharach banned and aching
to bear down on what that boar eschews at addis ababa they knew
to name themselves after your new flower that a superhero would take it
running blockades of reciprocity kept me in my cavalry dress my dysprosium has

taught us not thing one on how to rub
a bellyache counterclockwise or rig a frigate
storms in the straights of your folding screens to san jose
mistook you for a kiosk playing a dispersive bellflower of the tongue
like a see through barracuda a recovery meeting of the ambien gauge readers

is this beat old crock the chalice?
is it helpful congested with unwelcome escorts?
when’s the last time you rode a straight line to your pistachio?
is this all just diploid embankments on the furious blueback torn loose?
that idiot bear and his blustery fallout halvah a beauty with massive lovely rants?

he saw you bite into what sounds
cognitively late retrogression of ferdinand bereft
his tony was only a papery chip an efficiency ant constructed
now we’re prostrate and can’t remember the move sequence speaking leaves
I am suddenly sinai and you are an impractical economic archetype a cranberry bud

so the dazzle is that of schmeling? or is there
an emission the bartender has in the safe behind the scythe?
a bloodhound with dash of amaretto the color of the agate is it
your or Candy’s eye? you’ll climb up the shaft to the light and beautify
entire blinding vistas from the peak the tears of an airman back from the mothership

remembering why I reacted that way to what you did with the seed in the cloud
remembering why it came as no surprise that a storm was not predicted
remembering why I understood language as a black field of planets
remembering why seeing you naked brought down that craft
remembering shaking at that icy sunrise

these are not divestitures of aches not yet infiltrating the canals of your ears
these are not connotative dreams or lucid dreams or dreams of how
there are not the roughnesses of cowhide against your morning
these are neither unprotected skins nor are they immune
these are nullified melting caps