I Bare My Body Nude Blue

I bare my body nude blue

I bare my body nude blue bare blue I nude my body blue skews nude naked blue I nude my body bare blue skews blue screwed in blue

I bare my body blue velvet and blue vellum I bare vellum velvet blue and I bare my body a ritual blue and the blue impresses blue My body bare blue ritual and I realize ritual in blue I ritual blue velvet and blue vellum my bare body

I bare my body nude blue and my blue black body burns a ritual fire and a fire performance. I bare my body in performing fire and ritual fire and I realize the fire in abundant blue. My body knows blue a fiery gnosis and I perform the ritual with blue ghosts. I bare my body nude blue with blue ghosts and we dance a performing fire velvet blue. The blue insists on a fire and seals my body blue with a fire blue gnosis.

I bare my body nude blue and the blue balloons magic bodies blue bandits

An exposed ben body experiences the Taryn theophany and the ghost slip blue An uncertain blue window ship shattered bone Blue bone blends divine names into bloody huddled blue / ben body bursts divine names blue light blue uncertain light leaflets blue leopard painted label blue

Ben body blue body bowl that morphs into a dome that morphs into a bowl

I bare my body bath blue grind beth god ben ash I bath my body beth blue and blue aleph ash Body bath blue god ash blue ghosts I bare my body bath blue ash aleph

I open blue in the ritual of my body and in the ritual of my language which radiates balloon blue. I open my body to a bloated blue and it infects my body blue balloon ritual, and I narrate a radical blue. I narrate a radical blue and I prophesy a radical blue. I realize my body as blue, my walls as blue, my windows and mirrors blue, all a religion ritual. The remembrance of the ritual stains blue.

I bare my body nude blue and I bathe nude blue ritual My bath body as blue bowl morphs into into blue dome that morphs into blue bowl Bath or bowl beth ben snakes ash tray train blue rain / Taryn tone traces train turtles (Taryn fast talks divine names turtle shutters)

I open blue in the ritual in the body and with ritual, I dream of a blue book that burrows underground. I descend underground as in a chariot vision, and the Book contains instructions for blue wheels, blue thrones, and dazzling blue clouds and blue fires. Blue itself constructs a mystical blue that machines ritual repeating ritual, a revolving blue wheel. I write with blue and I write with an invisible blue alphabet.

An undisclosed form unites letters to letters an invisible UFO light-dark

An undisclosed form writes letters with letters a blue taryn tetris and a blue taryn turmoil Tetris Taryn tunnels time window walk floor through window entirely blue I walk window through floor blue flesh text textures lion tamer ketamine

He took Thoreau’s journals and applied chance operations to them it displace the language, I say. I was telling Doc I was inspired by this. At the limits of sound and language. Doc already feels I walk the fine line between meaning and pure sound, I say. I hear what you’re saying, says Asia, but I look at that alphabet soup and my brain says “no”. No in what sense? I say. As in “No, I’m not going to try and read that, it’s too early and those aren’t even words,” says Asia. What if my writing started moving in a freer direction, freer syntax in order to express a more ineffable meaning? I say. We would have to see, says Asia. I think it’s worth a shot. I think the boundaries of language and communication should always be tested. Whether or not I understand the result is a completely different thing, says Asia.

An undisclosed form writes blue letters with other letters, a primeval alphabet and a primordial soup alphabet Letters ancient of ancients window walk floor through window a preternatural blue and a ketamine blue before blue

That is alphabet soup put in a food processor, says Asia. […] Just like you said that Mary Oliver doesn’t speak to you, garbled sounds don’t appeal to me. […] I think you do a pretty good job with the sound and rhythm in your work. I just was under the impression you wanted to keep that element and make it more cohesive. I’ve never said anything about changing that element of your work, so I apologize if I misunderstood something. […] If I was hearing it I might feel differently but reading feels like my brain is short circuiting. I never said there wasn’t an intersection. I think sound and rhythm plays a very important role in poetry, makes the words come alive. […] I never called your work weird, where is this coming from? I haven’t said anything negative about your work. I have in fact said plenty of positive things about it. Your work is interesting and that’s why I like to read it. But it isn’t easy which is why I like to be in the right headspace when I read it so I can try and give it the attention it needs. […] No, why would I do that? I would never want you to change what makes your writing its own, what makes it unique. I just also think you have important things to say, things that could change lives the way Wild Geese changed mine and want those people to be able to find it. Your poetry should stay weird and wild, says Asia.

I bare my body nude blue alphabet soup I glow a blanket blue alphabet soup I glow slow grow alphabet soup I glow god bit alphabet blanket blue / I glow alphabet soup broad blonde bone blue light I glow boron blue alphabet soup blight light like blue I glow boron blue bone alphabet bleeds airplane blue blanket alphabet aerials in the sky I glow hundreds blue bathers here where blue alphabet soup and blue blasts a long screw no wave warble I warble often blue bone alphabet and alphabet soup: I warble often bone soup blue bison blue bovine I burrow alphabet soup blue beetle weebles word blue bloody (I brandish word a bloody figure with meat refereeing blue Blue basket hatchets blue rider wrestle blue)

I bare my body nude blue and I walk window through floor flesh blue text lion tamer ketamine

A blue ketamine keeps colic quartertones / an undisclosed name amps other letters blue blue alphabet soup lithium insects I bare my body a blue ketamine alphabet soup I sculpt alphabet soup lithium not less insects but lesser and great amplified blues An amplified blue eat flesh floor window winter ghosts blue

I eat blue. I eat a greater and lesser blue, and the blue binds to cannibals and amphetamines. I eat blue and I digest an entirely blue alphabet and blue soup, and the soup cooks bath coast blue ghosts. I eat a blue and I eat a greater and less blue, and the blue bares my body nude blue. I eat blue and I bare my body nude blue.

Blue Blue Blue

I brook blue blue velvet vertical I brook book blue blue vertical vermilion (I know these colors. I know these colors unknowable and knowable, saturated blues and reds. I read the red bloody god genocide red and I birth blue bottomless pit blue. I know these colors.) I brook blue blue velvet vertical I brook book bone blue vertical birds

I know a freer blue: blue velvet vertical vertigo vermilion I know blue blue black body burn full flesh forest not finished but sealed in fire I know blue as an unknowable blue: blue black fire seals fire five day locker piece / piece as part pistol part panther

I know a freer blue: a blue flees free lines of flight Part blue panther and blue pistol blows up blue fragments (a blue dirty bomb with red and blue radiations) I burn a blue bonfire recovery and mourning (as someone dies, frenzies construction of the future – shifting furniture, etc. – futuromania)

I know a freer blue frenzy and a frenetic blue futuromania. I mourn blue like Christina baby blue was the color of her eyes. I feel my flesh in blue and I see my body in blue and I prophesy ben blue bodies and ben blue bathers. I prophesy a blue that births mourning but also the blue archive. The archive which knows blue constructs a frenzied future, a past-present blue mourning frenzied blue and I remember this blue. I remember this bare blue and barbarian blue. Blue reverberates through the archive, an open blue and chaotic blue.

I brook blue brilliant blue blue cut gemstone I brush a broad blue and I blend blue flesh frenzy (I brush my flesh frenzied impasto, a paste razor fiber rhizome) I brush blue frenzy fiber optics and an occult optics future flesh / crimes of the future (Nothing human makes it out of the future)

I brook blue frenzied construction of the future (blatant blue broad brush blue) I brook blue frenzied construction of the future, a future blue body brash building blue

I brook the frenzied construction of the future blaring broad blue blast blonde atomic bomb alarm bluebird

I bathe blue blue body blue black five day locker piece / part blue blue pieces pistols and panthers

I experiment blue. I experiment an eccentric blue. I eat blue odd blue and I bend laugh blue warble blue bend blue. I blend harsh blue blend warble word word blue ben garbage bandits. I bend blue bird harsh blue blue hue blue saturations. I blue a saturated blue and I blue bend an eccentric alabaster blue anarchy. I blue an anarchic anarchic blue. I bare an eccentric blue blue bark shark sing warble sine waves (I sing blue waves and summer myth haunted hammer smith and body hammer I experiment blue my own summer hum sum celebrating skin scaffolding). I suffocate in blue scaffolding. I suffocate skin scaffolding blue blue blue electric blue that’s the color of my room where I will live. I experiment blue and I grow fish gills which open and shut as guillotine blue. I grow gill guillotine blue blue gasoline god blue. Blue eclipses all my experiments and I live watercolour blue. I grow gasoline attic sabbath / Yahveh of Hosts. Blue eclipses YHVH Sabaoth. I grow slow blue fish fist gills grow gully and gallery god blue (I snow blue slow gills bazooka blue battalion bazooka blue blast blue bazooka joke). I experiment blue as blue eclipses bazooka hookah body hammer and smoke. The bazooka works body hammer smoothed blue. I bring open often blue ben gill frequency and I frequent open blue blast hatch line blue.

I experiment blue. I bring blue. I bring blue blue point blue. I bring blue bite bitter mara blue and I bring blue. I beg bring blue blue banded blue battering ram battery blue. I experiment blue raw blue ram raw hole happens raw blue fish banded blue. I bring blue I bring blue. I bring blue I bring blue an eccentric blue. I bring blue I bring blue broad blue bow band blue here blue.

I experiment here blue and I brand and bend blue burrows blue here blue. I burrow blue mean blue now burrowed blue crossbow bond blue bandits. I bite blue bitumen blue borrowed blue.

I prophesy brilliant blue brilliant blue here half-life bluebird

I experiment blue and I prophesy blue and I bow blue. I bow blue burning blue (bow blue burden of the valley of vision I contort vision dehiscence dimension simple incisor wounds). I contort blue hue how blue bows beach blue various megafauna multiple blues (I experiment blue bottomless pit blue Blue eclipses blue chaotic blue).

This Particular Purple

(Painted grasshoppers pulverize
this particular purple)

Purple penetrates pungent purple
Purple pupates a purple 
Pink metamorphosis

Purple metamorphoses pack 
perpendicular purple pink
Painted tiger moth pink puddles

(Palmetto weevils grind phosphors 
into this particular purple)

Purple paints fluorescent 
pink-patched and pink-
fringed impasto

Purple arborescences bloom
Manyflower grasspink
Peak plume perfumes

(Planthoppers pour punch pitcher
into this particular purple)

Purple metamorphosis plays
Pure purple pop petals
Perennial pomegranate purple

Transparent peat purple
Pulsates swamp punk pup
Pink-spotted hawkmoth purple

(Pipevine swallowtails pool panic
into this particular purple)

Brilliant Blue And Bottomless Pit Blue

The Divine Name has both a revealed and an undisclosed form

The Divine Name deletes desert but desert ultramarine stains from beneath brilliant blue underneath (I submerge myself in deleted blue desert I bathe in blue desert baptism baptismos and abyssos)

Divine Names nurse a blue desert enamel and I advocate for abyss I advocate with abyss and I mediate between blue: blue blue electric blue that’s the color of my room I move room more room for desert ultramarine and ultramarine desert I nurse a blue bathers desert

I nurse her Divine Names in nude blue light, ultramarine desert staining from underneath I nurse her Divine Names she lights the lights lapis lazuli (I grind lapis lazuli into nude light and nude blues, my transparent body ben hinnom) I grind and wash her divine names ultramarine pigment and I paint blue pigment pornographic panels (Every soldier needs his piece! TANYA She’ll make you join the sexual liberation She’s a four-stage general in the war for carnal knowledge)

I obsess with blue. I love blue and I want to see all blue and all blues green in blue. I love brilliant blue and I improvise modal kind of blue. I obsess with blue and I paint blue bathers as an impressionistic twelve-bar blues. I obsess blue down to the desert underneath, a blue trapdoor to the bottomless pit. I obsess a boundless blue that fill and overflows a bottomless pit.

I’m thinking of getting a blue horse tattoo, says Asia. Like Franz Marc? I say. Yes. Yes, I love his work! Where would you get it? Probably on my arm. It will be one based off the one from the Brown Bear Brown Bear What Did You See book. A paper look would be rad, says Asia. I like the idea, I say. I think you should do it!

The Divine Name has both a revealed and an undisclosed form

Divine disguises Divine in the desert drone of blue Divine Name camouflages with the coat cloak blue cataract chasm (chasm blue chases cathedral blue cicada fanfares) Divine disguises divine in wilderness drove blue women and I divide blue between long bows and blue birds bare desert I dangle blue in the dissolve of dinosaurs and birds I dangle hip bone blue viper name: viper vines blue visions Blue name deletes blue desert wilderness remnant: I remain blue wilderness

There is a massive blue jay in my backyard trying to land on my tiny bird feeder, says Asia. And there is the fattest woodpecker. THERE ARE TWO BLUE JAYS. THREE. I have a bigger feeder – I’ll have to put it out. I need more birds, says Asia.

The Divine Name has both a revealed name and an undisclosed name. Both the revealed name and hidden name resemble blue jays. Blue jays fly jagged maps that reveal new names and new scriptures.

Divine Names flock a frame drum divination and I dance blue trance / blue horses I dream the frame of the Divine Name maps underneath blue scripture / cave wall stained glass deer blue

Strongylium cupipenne, I say. Cool beetle, says Asia. I like his blue legs, she says

The Divine Name has both a revealed and an undisclosed form and name nose host noose blue bodies / blue chutes and ladders snake shaker ladder-back chairs

Divine Name stains blue underneath doorstep trapdoor / Taryn swallows blue bodies whole Taryn bites bodies slight blue slow subterranean / subterranean homesick blues Taryn swallows slow subterranean blue strata strata divine names (Name dreams divine desert deletion body gone abalone My bull gown body blue blue balloon a loon too soon dripping blue)

Divine name bubbles blue velvet Divine Name boils blue velvet vertical vertigo (vertigo ultramarine insects impact emergent phantom bodies / phantom bodies burst body blue) Emergent blue bodies cluster cicadas and cicadas secret divine names blue castle (blue castle divine names do the mashed potato)

I inscribe revealed divine names dressed blue vertigo viscous vellum bodies Body inscribes and reinscribes body bold blue rescue bodies Body recedes rescue raven rrr ochre and blue rrr (ochre residue ultramarine traces) Body receives Divine Name blue napalm anointing (my skull oily fire fevers forest body blue frame frame frequent ben burning) My skull burns river bank candles or crane cobalt blue

The Divine Name has both a revealed and an undisclosed name, a name luminous blue and supernal blue black-purple

I obsess blue. I obsess brilliant blue, dark and hidden blue, the supernal blue black, and each blue stains divine name. Blue stains blue divine name and blue beetle body stations of the cross. I obsess bottomless pit blue, and the abyssal blue reveals blue bereshit. With beginning, blue creates beginning, a polysemous blue.

The Divine Name has both a revealed name and an undisclosed form, and each name reveals further divine names, bottomless pit blue

The Divine Name Has An Undisclosed Form

The Divine Name has both a revealed and an undisclosed form

The Divine Name delete desert but desert ultramarine Divine name desert enamel nurse names: she lights the lights lapis lazuli (I grind lapis lazuli into blue ben gods and blue god ben adam ben hinnom) I grind and wash the divine name ultramarine pigment and I paint the robes of mary mother of god / grind god grander blue and gorge blue I grapple blue grand guinol grandiose god gore / glow glowing levant genocide

I meditate on the permutations of the Divine Name, and the letters emanate the form of the prophet and the prophet looks like me. The Prophet of the Letters speaks to me of letters and she reveals the hidden and revealed forms of the letters. She reveals to me the open form and closed forms of the Divine Name and Divine Names. I meditate of her forms which resemble my forms, and her speech spins the spans and suspensions of the Book. All the forms of her letters and names, hidden and revealed, build the Book and build the Book Babel. I become a steward of the Book, and participate in the Book as my kerygma.

Does my writing justify its difficult language? I say. That is, is the language I use, often difficult and idiosyncratic, necessary to what the Book is trying to express? I mean, the difficult language doesn’t take away from it I think, but I don’t think it’s necessary, says Asia. How would you rewrite it where it had different language but it didn’t change the meaning? I say. Depends on what message you’re trying to get across, she says. Do you think everything can be expressed in easy language? I say. No, says Asia. Maybe. Depends, she says. You told me: “I do think that you try to say many things at once and that makes it harder to simplify.” Do you think the many voices at once of the Book can be made easy? Depends on if it needs to say everything at once, says Asia. I feel reality is multiplicity and the Book reflects that reality, I say. One way to express that multiplicity is through multiplicity of voices. There’s also narrative, conversation, and fragment-constellations used to reflect that. Many different techniques coming together… You’ve made me think very deeply about this and I appreciate that. Do you have any feedback on my assumptions and themes of the Book? No, says Asia. I think you have a better idea of the direction it should go then I do, she says. I accept that, I say. I want you to know even though we have fundamentally different aesthetics in poetry, still highly value your participation in the creation of the book, I say. I’m glad, says Asia.

The Divine Name has both revealed and an undisclosed form

The Divine Name doubles desert dark ultramarine Divine Name knocks desert enamel charge names nexus: her nexus and spore network lights the lights lapis lazuli (I grind the lapis lazuli into brilliant blue and ben brilliant gold I ingest an alchemical gold and an accumulation of gold, and this gold glows blue blue) I grind and wash the divine name ultramarine pigment gold machine machines blue I paint the rose rhizome homeless Mary Mother of God I paint pale blue brilliant gold bodies and I grapple body as blue I grapple blue grand guinol grandiose god and gold god hypomania I grind a grandiose gold name and blue name names neon nexus

I like things to be streamline, says Asia. How would you streamline the Book? I say. Why does it have to be streamlined? says Asia. You like things to be streamlined and I feel your feedback to the Book is essential, I say. Just because that’s how I like things doesn’t mean that’s how everything has to be, says Asia. That’s true, I say. I’m not trying to conform the Book to your vision or to have it all Asia-like. I ask for your feedback because I value your opinion as a fellow creative person. Even if I don’t change my approach from your feedback, you help me ground my reasons more firmly. You help me find why I do things so I don’t do them mindlessly, I say. That’s pretty valid, says Asia. I accept that, she says. When I asked you this morning if you felt it was necessary for the Book to be difficult, I expected you to say yes, because the style and themes were inseparable. When you said it didn’t have to be difficult, I was like, oh, what would it look like if I wrote differently? Why do I write the way I do? I still don’t think it’s completely resolved but that discussion helped clarify why I write many voices simultaneously and I appreciate that, I say. I didn’t interpret the question to be “Should it be difficult?” says Asia. More like “Can you communicate the same things differently?” and so that’s why I said yes, she says. I meant more like, is the language I use for the Book expressing and reinforcing its themes? I say. I think so, says Asia.

The Divine Name has both a revealed name and an undisclosed formation

Divine disguise divine name disguise Divine name disguise drone wilderness razorback dive driveway Divine name disguise dinosaur drone hipbone wilderness dissolve birds I dangle hip bone blue bone viper name Name deletes name wilderness remnant: I remain wilderness

I dig dinosaur bone divine names. I inscribe the bone with a divine name and the bone matrix mixes an open name and a closed name. I inscribe the bone with gold water and I wade in the oceanic names, a bone abyss. I dig dinosaur bone and I inscribe magic names and secret names in the stone bone and stone drones a divine name desert.

Name deletes name wilderness, a wild bone word Divine name doses dementia no dilution frame drum trance I dissolve in names and I dissolve in bone, a leaking limestone

The Divine Name has both a revealed and an undisclosed form

I Hang From Heretic Nails

I hang from a particular hell superimposed on haunted house repetition-in-difference

I hang from a specific hell that repeats ghosts and swung axes (Ghosts continue to follow routes they used when alive, even if that house has been rebuilt since that time. This is why they seem to climb stairs that no longer exist.)

I hang from a door hinge that falls as an axe head Hands hinge axe head hospitals Hands hinge axes smash a heretic acid and acid burrows downward through hells Heretic hail and heretic acid superimpose fat earth onto fat earth I hang from door hinge hinge door more acid hell I hang from nailed heretics: a heretic nail mail haunter gut gengar graves

I hang from heretic nails and my hands swing and axes. My hands swing door hinges and walk through the door anyways and ghosts. My hands think they are ghost-type Pokemon Haunter and Gengar. I hang from heretic nails and my hands wander off like Baal at the bottom of the latrine. My hands swing an axe sheol. I shape an axehead sheol and sheol unfurls as a scroll. Sheol superimposes a speech scroll onto a written scroll, a ghostly oral Torah and written Torah. My hands hang heretic nails and reveal sheol as a shaped canvas and shaped crevasse. The shaped canvas of sheol shows the scroll of my skull. I hang from the skull scroll as a door hinge.

I shape an axehead sheol Sheol canvas scrape skull grain grain palimpsest Sheol canvas cuts skull grain crevasse Sheol canvas cut skull grain gland gush guts body grapple I scrape sharpen saw sequence cinder sequenza six crows

I hand from a particular hell superimposed on haunted house repetition I hang from axe scrapings and axe sharpenings and I saw a machine hell I saw a circular saw hell and this particular hell hangs sharpened saw sequenzas Sequenza snows hell six crows

I continually search for new sheets of sound. I search for a particular unifying sound, a sound that vibrates with axe skulls, and scroll shakes sympathetically, perhaps as a sympathetic magic or a tone cluster contagion. I search for a sounding repetition that bricoleurs communion and communities, and I attempt to prophesy an Albert Ayler more form in the free form and music is the healing force of the universe. I prophesy a Sun Ra God is more love can ever be, and God self-destructs into continuous universe, a continuum of multiverse vision. I repeat repeat vision and vibration multiverse word word and woman woman sheets of sound.

I hang from a particular hell and I squeeze snow from six crows Sit crows sow sequenzas saw mill sequences I hang from a particular crow hell snowing nails

Snow parts six crows Snow parts crow came pitched to the last Snow parts face crow pillar show parts crow punk ice pitch pack ice pink I pick pink ice immersion six crows I ice open crow snow sling I ice open snow crow body: body bring me coffee or tea

I Swing Axe Anew

Axe asks anarchic Axe flowers minuscule ficus / axe arks anarchic I paw at impossible language and long impossible language: axe furs fragrant flowers Axe furs fish scale ski slopes transformed by Taryn tensors (Taryn transforms tours Taryn transforms tours tar tur tamarind / times rhizomes tungsten turpentine fur flower tapestries)

Axe arks anarchic and its fur fires flat Flat fire swordfish fire-fan frequent axe falls

I swing axe anew. I swing axe anew swung triplets. I swing axe anew and it falls full on stone and axe (Where there are three, they are without God, and where there is but a single one, I say that I am with him. Lift up the stone, and you will find me there. Split the piece of wood, and I am there.) I split the piece of wood and I find her word. I find her face in axe stone. I swing her axe anew and I hear her axe flower. I swing her axe anew and her axe flowers freak folk and fork electric circus bodies. I swing her axe anew, an anarchic ark.

Axe arks anarchic and I hear her bread that looks like him I hear bread looks like her, an anarchic axe and the axe early animated Her bread looks him her hooks hands hell heals the hanged man Her bread looks him an anarchic ark with axe hooks

I hang axe flowers fingers float hook hallucinations

I hang axe slack flowers fan fingers hook hallucinations

I hallucinate these hermetic fingers, these fingers concealed in fire-fan

I assemble axes in collage and montage. The axe repetition reveals. I hang axes on the wall an abstract metropolis. The necropolis plunges into peculiar wolf pack twilight. I hang axe houses ceiling hospitals. I hang axes from the hospital ceiling and axes swing down on the ark of my skull.

Axe Flowers Spectacular Failure

I ask axe big amperes I ask axe ash ash amplifiers (axe traps between amp language and arc language) I ask axe amp ark big amplifiers I ask axe arch arc electric hermetic (I hatch shut a trap door language)

I ask axe axe flowers fish scale fluxus / flowers flux neutrino flux fluxus blossoms I ask axe axe flowers fire scratch static

(This axe acts on me agon and contra and I trace the taste axe axe again and again. This axe acts and it arcs over and over / my fingers feel its worrystones. Something about this flowering axe intrigues and frustrates simultaneously. This axe snaps both directions at once. I explore the axe and experiment the axe until I stop failing at this experiment. Axe eludes me.)

Axe flowers fish scale body taryn tensor Axe furthers flowers fish scale skeleton…

I ask axe big amperes / axe pliers flowers pli selon pli platypus (Look at the order in which you do things) I ask axe order disorder (I fail at this axe experiment but I refuse to let go of the axe. Try again, fail again, fail better.)

I worry the hell out of this axe language

Axe flowers a taryn tensor mermaid (Taryn touts tar tun tungsten – pour turpentine on Taryn Tiamat and thin out her pink pigment chaos) This axe acts amplifying chaos: cut chaos crimped chaos cap crutches The axe chaos circuits failed experiment

I hope my axe flowers failure as a spectacular failure

Axe flowers flat fire swordfish (look at the order in which you do things) Flowers axe fire flat fishing for swords (look at the order in which you do things – order of words, order of sentences or order of paragraphs) Axe flowers a swordfish flat fire free configurations

The axe writing doesn’t work but I try to figure out why. I write and rewrite big cut chaos. May darkness and gloom claim it, clouds settle upon it, blackness of day affright it. I curse the axe, the axe cursing the sea, the axe skilled at disturbing leviathan.

I fail in hearing this flowering axe / look at the order in which you do things I hear the axe has flowered freak folk or famish electric circus bodies

I fail in hearing this flowering axe but I hear the axe flowered

Axe flowers as axises / strata and slates of silt and sediment I recall a conversion with Asia concerning my writing process:

I have been working on several notebooks at once, I say. Today I was working from two notebooks. First one I was editing was about the Book of Judges. Tent peg going through the head. The second one was on Colossus Cave. I was weaving and interleaving the two using dialogue and snippets and things. Somehow they both converged on axes. The different layers and strata made me think of Elliot Carter’s stratification and counterpoint of whole sections, I say. That is interesting, says Asia. Are they going to be edited into one piece or posted as two separate pieces? Edited into one piece, I say. Like having two different character’s viewpoints but instead of divided by chapter (e.g. one chapter per viewpoint), it’s interwoven and plays off each other, I say. I’m interested in seeing how it turns out, says Asia.

Somehow they both converged on axes / axes flower and axises Axes strata serpentwide gnaw maw axes gnosis: somehow they both converged on aesthetic

I hear the axe has flowered freak folk hosts bodies Axes famish furniture body I hear the bread that looks at them I axe bread looks bread hooks hands, heals the hanged man (I hang axe flowers fingers float hook hallucinations I hang axe art necropolis neon he do the police in different voices)

The axes converge on ritualized action

Axe acts ash all air and I narrate the falling ash and aleph. Axe acts ash smashes air ash any axes and the axes converge on my skull. I fail at this axe and I look at the order in which I do things. The order of the axe converges on the order of the axe / the disorder of the axe stirs the chaos of Taryn Tiamat. I look at the order in which I do things, and the theme theaters chaotic axe falls. I hang the axe fall and it plunges deep porous geology. Axe acts ash all air geologies.

I hang axe flowers fingers flat hook hallucinations I hang axe art necropolis my plunge pack-light peculiar I hang axes houses ceiling hospitals

Petals Fall From My Eyes

I hear the axe has flowered

I hear the axe flower fuller ritual I hear the axe flower full moon and I flower more room I flower more room rush feel full moon I feel ritual full flowers and axe to fall / Do you ever get that feeling that you’re sinking – I do

I feel sinking sink sinks her axe crushes bone Her axe cushions fuller bone bone moon and I look moon ritual

I feel myself sinking spirals: I spiral flower petals and axe faces

I hear the axe somewhat anarchic and my anarchic ear spreads a noisy speed. My anarchic ear sprawls unfurling flower noise and petal noise, and I repeat the noise. Axe flowers noise and I follow the noise to self-annihilation. I hear the axe somewhat serpentine and the axe face resembles her face. The axe face fills the curves and shadows of her face, and her face flowers in my face dreaming. I dream the axe flower deep space, and her face displaces where time becomes space. I hear the axe and I sink into the axe blossoms, petals of my own blood. I hear the axe dig for blonde blood, and I continue the ritual repetition and vision variations. I develop the visionary variations on the face of the axe.

Did you sell all your cookies? I say. I did, says Asia. I’m glad! You are a baking god. There should be a refrain about how you are a baking god somewhere, I say. I am the god of baking, says Asia. You’ll never believe all these cookies I’m making. You better tread carefully or prepare to be smited. Or something like that, I don’t know, says Asia. Do you weld a hammer made of cookie dough to smite? I say. I was writing about delta flower scarabs in my brainstorm notebook today, I say. The business teacher sells cookies from store-bought cookie dough, says Asia. One of my students said, “Your cookies are better than Mrs. Rutherford’s cookies” and I was like, “Yeah well hers aren’t from scratch” and they were like, “You make your cookies from scratch?!”. You are a baking god! I say. You can make cookies from scratch! From Old Scratch, the devil. You sold your soul to the devil to make god cookies, I say. One of the teachers I work with has a son who cannot eat anything with dairy in it at all; he’s very allergic. She brought him one of my cookies and it’s changed his life. Now every time he sees me, he asks when I’m going to make cookies again, says Asia.

Axe flowers fish scales and scales flower delta scarabs Axe flowers fish scale body Taryn tensor and Taryn transforms as a tension / tetragrammaton delta scarabs

Delta flower scarabs fall from my eyes as scales Scales flower riverrun delta the and to the petals fall from my eyes as scarabs

Axe flowers scarab flat scales, a free blowing mixolydian Mixolydian buzzes fish scale body taryn tensor (Taryn tour tar the tungsten tungsten turpentine turpentine flowers)

I feel the flowers and I sink into spectral cusps and cuffs. My mind-forged manacles meet me in the turpentine metric and tungsten distance. I fight the measure of fuller flowers – a full moon axe face – and I fail at the faces. I meditate on the delta flower scarabs or the flowering delta scarabs, but I have not sold my soul to Old Scratch like Asia or Robert Johnson. I sink into the flowery Book as an overwhelmed hercules beetle. I feel the flowers swallow me and my body transmogrifies into flower flat scales and delta flower scarab beetles.

Axe flowers fish scale scale flat body Taryn tensors (Taryn rotates flowers flower transformations and translations Taryn rotates tour tar tur tungsten: tungsten rotates tungsten turpentine flower tapestries)

Hell Cycle, Part 2

I hide in her hell hooded pitcher plant

Hell hides my bog body long tubular stalks of hollow leaves

Curved urns dissolve the soft parts of my body leaving the skeletal remains at the bottom 

Bones soak slow pitch drop experiments bottomless pit


I hide in her hell a horizontal head across networking ribs     My wide wings split downward

I hide in her yellow sulfur surface bronze red     The curved bristles directed downward drink my body pit nectar

Hell hides horizontal underground and the poor nutrient soil splits pit hairy bodies

Hell soaks false windows long tubules with hollow leaves


I hide in her hell rosettes of smaller pitchers     Waxy slippery walls line my head in cells

Yellow feathers grow from my face and pitch cooks it down to froth and feelers

Hell throws my pliable body pitch ditch bottomless pit

Light shines through the patches splits my face further into the pitcher