Constant

with more words
there’s more to capture

more to slice sideways
sections of experience

with less language
there’s more pain

there’s always ways
the heart drains

the encapsulation
of everything

it’s just copying,
not original

but it’s not capturing
it’s devouring

it’s allowing things
to rush through you

with enough words
(or no words)

there’s movement
or amusement
or
something

I’ve Come For Your Teeth

if you’re using philosophy
impractically
i’ve come for your fucking teeth

if i’m angry then i’m angry
and no angling smile
can change that

if it’s dying then it’s dying
you can’t opt out
you can’t opt out

Fluent

why don’t we see
it is wrong
to expect
unconditional
love
from anyone

why don’t we see
it is right
to demand
unconditional
love
from the state

would it be
falsifiable

for me to say
you’re never

always
right

Countenance

i cannot countenance my countenance

a shoaly hit
of fishery slit
bleeding unions

a foal,
a git

one’s sacrifice

you can’t fucking control people
you fucking
with cant

two’s a crow

any more’s a bawdy story

i cannot call anything
anything that counts

Porousness

the porousness
of revision to decision
a running joke
of militants voting
when politicians won’t self-immolate

idealists
making their way
into office
why would they draw a gun
radically?

why would they do anything different?
the porousness
of decision spectrums
from action to action:

ballot or candlestick

shooting your fellow
elected officials in the back

or

using safe elect position
to betray revolution

"SxEtry"

infexetry
so dextrously -
“lecherously,
allegedly.

insect and tree:
fertility,

incendiaries
amending me

ascending;


see?