IWM: "Here is Plenty of Space, William James."

The brush-footed Phanes

be with you,

and to the ends of all time

in active principle.

Imprimatur is before logic,

and logic before logos.

The circle of the law prevails

in dissolution.

The wrecked tangle

orders orthography

mispelled.

lady baby cannot kill

the everlasting feeling

and nobody can ever tell

the embryo comet

hunts in the night

and the Ming vase sits stiller

among the Germans

along the winding

country

of the grapes.

your parable awaits you

your constant heart insists

manque-manque

drunken poet ode

its pages are stilled filled with vessels

cups and saucers like letters

emptied now

of the everlasting feeling

and full to the brim

with brime.

As a critic my nimbus will numb us, its quaint brushed inickelitrude comes like a hush of fish to a net of holes and is

pure vey.

softly the waterfall caresses my cabin,

and the hotel or spiele in which my mindis made

will fork the lamp

and my keyboard is black

black velvet

and shadow

and there is no key board

no lock

no sound

no stutter

in the stutter

My early days were spent tending to Zorlac,

and where Zardoz passed Jude

Vanessa kissed

the image

with her baby's

everlasting dogma.

Sentences can offer invaluable perspectives,and sometimes

valuable ones as well.

Picasso walked with Arcimboldo

and Stein

with Mug.

Do you think Cristo's large body is trapped in the door again?

My thin blue message

give peep

to sun

a castle whose romance

is pain

and beauty.

There's a cake of it over here.

It says that squirming babies perform

an everlasting feeling within the stones.

Mozart carried a birdcage,

but I 

a heavy INDEX FILE.

Water is an actor

whose corruption

fights the vale

in torrid valves

and regal commotions.

One day I will be born again in an email

circling the moon.

Communism was a rose

proffered to a hunchbacked

and headless puppet

with sausage guns

instead of hands.

I am but a lonely hunter

at breakfast

in a robe.

Cadbury's.

I wonder how many fish we will catch.

I don't like to drive anymore.

I can't listen to the radio

and look at the land going by 

at the same time.

the white chickens. wheel barrow glazed so much with red depends upon a rain water beside

beside

  red white with glazed barrow wheel depends upon so the much chickens. water rain a beside

When I meander

I cross a vista which is an eternal baby

of everlasting feeling:

Incidentally Determined 

於多 small 雞水 rain accidentally 

邊 take red and white color 

釉面 推車 hand wheel

every meeting

is the presence

The Long Gay Book of Primordia

has recorded your name

in the Winter Snows.

As a Foetus

I hunted in the Museum

an indecipherable word

for Palm Tree

Please go down

old Hanna.

warm white pillows are attached to my supine form

and I am bathed in dread

currrency

and joy

(all language supposes a ranking of orgies)

Now I know.

Now I have told the tale.

and the tail has grown from me.

But am I myself?

or a thing which waits?

Can fiction unite all murder in song?

Does the name itself portend fiction, or murder?

As a clown, my wars were unscripted, cryptic,

ageless beautiful babies

in Tokalon park.

I give to you

wild Mastadons

cooing in the clover.

giant ferns

their hearts like singing wind

toiling vistas

of unearned strangeness

uncanny moments

whose dreams

unceasingly end

Beatnik ointment

for cracked leather

oil

for your

white and crowing

coffee

(and drawings)

YAYOIYAYOIYAYOIYAYOIYAYOIYAYOI

jamon.

the living place

the asking face

a soft dove

of spider's silk

Gertrude Stein

in the rain.

I cannot resolve literature.

My chin will Midas futch and clook.

Have you arrived at page 69 yet?

The llamas pass through an oval keyhole of pale lavender jade..

Banana vector 67%

Pacific Idyll 32.8%

Ancient grammar (fruit) 12.99999999999999% 

and ^hoppy gass

I founded the irresistible dirigible.

Venice sinks deeper every year.

Pay your toll to the Doge

and deliver your lace

to Saint Mark's place.

Etymology is paramount!

IWM