#phrasis

is it that music or need edits / my body

Preemptive necessity is a phrase I'd like to unframe, people do plunder each other, teethed, telling you what you are

Stilled as in image, at dawn sliding into blue harbor, boats clang, where does he the man I imagine gripping several ropes return from. Is he conflicted, does he perceive the sky oscillating like a dimmer machine, a mouth, a war, language not declaring its most effective self, bellum grazing ever nearer to beauty, a possible apotheosis how what is left of sense is comfort. Not inebriated much anymore, I rented a lawn to stand in with you, crueler was always singing to our mutual forks, knives. Our translation of a subject drones on unblinking, something black for him returning, his forearms there laid themselves down, ships gone out another pale-plated night.

Imagine a person upon whom nothing is lost, pulling the purple cabbages up head by head, half like devotional Those welts blossom your skin plural, you looking at me like nothing I need

Wind lifts strangely in lines of dissent, like care, all men blur together becoming a great nothing. I say to a friend all men are worse. No time for anchor design in a relative statement, one must fling aside       sheepishness though

A halo of newsprint, when I became alone I claimed the greedy living text, jasmine, the sink sang its steam about the house. The war was a syntactical construction pointing back toward itself when I could not turn off the radio's list of fatalities. I locked my literal body inside the green deadbolt. The house breathed its hotter mouth, when I became alone the whiter hand of my country sweeping toward me.