Twenty
1.
Or as evidentiary of such
A rare occurrence of events
When each day I meet more people
In this contraction
Where I saw Frank walking
Past just smoking quietly
But I’m contrived and ignoring
All other outcomes
Which present hotly daily
Dripping like sensory
Contagious and raining
I’m hot on the case
Wasting days
On inflows and
Outflows converging
While I shake pipe to menace
A glorious new day
Splitting away from
An old one
So I’m saying
It’s the big one
Apart from distance
Let’s wing it
Just so the chance
Increases between two
Other opportunities
That I’ve wagered
On one day in March
Two years since
The day I came across
This just-unfolding conundrum
It’s in the evidence
And so decided
Which my portion is
Me hence granted
This new conditioning
Reworded so
As to strike unilateral
Though this is beyond me
In tune
Or in time
The heat somehow bothering
Or to hear you speaking
In a tongue told to me
One week since
That which I’ve waged on
Marco
What animal stands
There forked between two devouring
Figures
In event of frost I’m
Puffed completely
As in vapors
But me looking so causal
Or contested hardly
In essence budding
And assured as object
That’s crowned as merciful
Or crispy
Me working continual
Like some sort
Of game to me
I think it’s conducive
Or that I’ll spare you
All from more involvement
In services
Of my life
Or proverbs cool-handed
And slinking
Growing lovely
With each day passing
But I think you know exactly
What’s become here
Of access
Who knows
At 6:00
PM unfolding
When each day’s
Looking so causal
Or in summary
Complete or so
To say scarce
2.
As briefly
I wanted it immediate
But if your Siegfried
Struggles as all do
Then ask
What the quickest
Way to die as a pedestrian
Is outside of
Living in a full flush
Of rooms astonished
At the merchandise truly
Growing independent
Of any real
Force impinged on
Diluting any real
Motion stacking upwards
On the elements of growth
Or charting resolution
Between the facts agreeing
That it’s meant to be invisible
This home in the desert
Motioning towards
My compatriot where
Six days
Grow out so easily
Oh so calmly
Or balmy trying
Me like a game
Played so eagerly
By brothers when it’s sizzled
Up and gory
Oh glory have me
Or extend out the roads from me
The paths split like radial
And grand lived like games to me
Around my own set of institutions
Like telling off the radar
While just quickly walking
Around all other points sustaining
The elements of my life
That launch quick
And mark me as a convert
Thus object of suspicion
When even the elements
Merge asking
What’s in it
And then make
Each parcel’s contents
Known
While retreating for anyone’s sake
Present company
Apportioned
Dear reader
Describe your instinct
Or relegate my life
To choice irrespective
Of proverb
So pinioned so
Bothered
Or crispy
Which is mercy to me
Before even my life emerges
Or remains covered
Which is to
Say beneath all
Other suppositions.
What do you like about France?
What’s not to love
But the same could
Be said of almost anything
Irrespective
Of time or
Circumstance burning
In the east light
Hence blocking out
The north
The clarity the formless my
Recourse divided
Or my ordeal
My intention
So what now
A viewing
A day so clear
A bird in the hall
Lightning and origins
Three points linked
By their interiors
Or rather an arrangement
Of markers placed
On their surfaces
Thus this constellation
Becomes an object
Or rather a circumstance
And in so doing
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