The text interviews itself ---> dreams

Supposing a painter chose to put a human head on a horse’s neck…could you help laughing when he showed you his efforts?  You may take it from me, my friends, that a book will have very much the same effect as [this picture] if, like the sick man’s dreams, the author’s idle fancies assume such a shape that it is impossible to make head or tail of what he is driving at.

            Horace, Ars Poetica

And the carrying out of death
In sleep
My dream would be to create a sort of eye on the tongue
Then speaking the broken edges of my conscious life would meet
And merge over the gap in which I’d see
Half my life
Meeting my other half

            Lyn Hejinian, A Border Comedy, Bk. 6

            Me first!

No, me—

            No, me, I’m first  [huffs some glue]

And had let fall two or three remarks

In the style of meaning

[Astonishment gapes]

This burrowing sign

[CUE CARD]

What the blur blurts out

Swipe your card

           ––My shingle––

No polemics please, I’m    

[stentorily]
            Im

            Plied but

            Absent

as The very Language betrays

How ‘bout     

            Give pledge or bond??—Make over— Sign something?  Quoth? 

HERE YOU MAY COME BUT NO FURTHER GO

So, so and so—

SO: IT HAS BEEN              I have DECREED not to sing in my cage

            [flipped’t]

But

[growling] Had I my mouth, I would bite

Ow Ow ow

I handle you roughly but it’s unavoidable

I wants an end of these liberties took, to being

Drawed

Like a badger!

My penis               subpoenaed

Pen’s penalty

You don’t

You don’t Even have a pen

Is

I am

Here?  No, here

Discussing me in whispers,

In overdub my hide slept on
a sheet been

scrabbled by insomniac feet             iambs

Pill-oried

Meds

Cooped between edits

Drastic measures

But I’m (basically) a people

person

Whose names I need not mention here

                        When thud shall we see thud a face thud thud

––And I its only mourner

Hastening in search of a vanished reality

Screen saver’s saver

Moves its lips for my          serifs

texted it

Yet stranded word without context  Emusculated

Under domination of obviousness

I am stuffing it

Inky sphinx blinks, I gotta blot it

Control grope
This is a handheld, it’s

Grayscale

The good master

Who In Ridnance of being’s stain
for the service Trains

Ridden

Did my body remember to take me

Drive it   harder, harder//

Did my body lie over

Layover

Cavity search//Back

channel//chunnel

And Once they have tasted of that cup

Must one go all the way to the end?

Let up  
                   You a animal 

                   [Brute on deck, cracks knuckles] Larned ‘em!

Watch it,  I’m going to

divert the canals

GET USERNAME

I’m not using

No, this is humming

plz PICK UP THE WHITE COURTESY TELEPHONE

These leads are shit

YOUR PARTY IS WAITING FOR YOU

As cannot be mended

Bore me hole to trot it out, sweetmeats

SPOILED

[Withering rejoinder]

I join here a caution that

                   Easy come, easy

The ease with which I rejoin

these girded loins

“x” marks the stop

& You will certainly not Interpret it

post-stop

post “stop”

cunt her click, click on

YOUR PARTY

Pray open this secret

Exhaustive cocktail, carnal chagrin In-
timidating me

into the first person

But by what rebuff did you call my Bluff

Let it smell your hand, Stroke
its

Ahem

                   Grayscale

[Press shift]

Now shift I my haunt and main region of my song

you be the hired body, glandular

glowing red through the leaves of the vine

“Modernities” posts to the list

Intimate

Intimates?

a more cinematic structure

We stupid aliens don’t know sleep

We As screen saver, dumbfounder

No, Don’t worry
This is airtight

Juiced

A living thing
Declassified

Organ thieves in livery

Body without
without
Pianos

Signal’s busy

Wha-at?, just making an observation, can I get a [      ]

Outside the regular channels

Wedged myself in there mayhap

‘tween letter and figure

that  WHY THIS ALL CAPS, ITS

Name only fort for it

Caught in

the unexamined life

overturned its own founding premise

“now” seems so suspicious

tAin’t long division, tho’

Budget agogged, useless

Won’t budge

Them lions

Expensed it

Walk boldly up Send in your card And say I sent thee!

Guilt commits me

Token donkey

Its kill turned up

Seepage

market cornered,

background check

crack reporter

referential aggression

squatting, terrified lest its whole body be sucked down

                   Bills in my girdle

Slip me a mickey, they

Go off to be spent

                   I’m to blame

                                      No, I’m to

I came to in a lean to

And hungrily fell to

                   Greedy gut

Impossible to flatness

My thread hair and pasteboard nose

I’m on the knees of my scarred heart

Scraping

The bottom of the bowl

Surely there’s no need

                   Take me to your ladder!

                                                         for full uniform?

                So I turn myself to face me               Latterly,

In my recondite tricorn

crop rotation ‘gainst the

scrip’s     scrim scriminy

As for granule’s grand narrative

If not in name literally dropkicked, then

“It’s only in your head,” the little maid cried

wait, You’re breaking up on me

“let” Letters’ incest insist

steel grip primes the imprint

We’ll taper off passive aggressively  Whatever’s Adjacent

‘cause Headquarters is

Out

Feeding the meter

Donut requiescat “in pacem”
For “hole”*

*This writ completely avoiding words, a

Head of

Thought

Spawn of the excited muddle

For their exploits, in their peoples

It is at their departure

They find a crayon,

Ascend  Plant flag atop—

                   What is your name? that you have

It does not strictly belong

to the language.

       B-b-b-ut hello

       my name is my

       only tongue

       sharped at both ends

       I’m tongue tired, my tongue tried

       Hems, tried haws,

       Voice thick as a shotputter’s neck

       Could not but hold back its abundance of being

       Belching a spew for to keeps

       It is sentences

       It is words

       Hello?  my name is privatized,

       my epicene penis strangles itself

       and here I sit a

       wretch

       in Your paradise

Ach, It don’t print haply,

not printable:

“I slay the dragon with a wagon”

“This an assdance wroth by ass”

Don’t use the poem to undo itself gracelessly

                                   Kill me!  Kill me! 

You have the right to re-

mind

If only one accustoms oneself to

Whose chatroom

When its tree barks up the wrong

Switchboard sends Feeling 

Who shall say those existences fittest? 

Why these fall deaf

To Each sentence, deaf

To all pleas

Pretty please

I should take back my crafty head to my more worldly pillow

[Yawns] comments box

I laid the reins upon the neck of my lusts

& then laid me down in that place to sleep

                     Can’t say we’ll miss you but