The Great Capanna Calamity (I Desire a Word that means: Collapse, Delay, Accumulation and Release)

evory day is the great capanna calamity

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⁽¹⁾ Grace (to) Be: to the Body most Dead-Set on Expending, the Self, in Itself. 

⁽²⁾ I have Attempted to Suspend, and thus to Deny, my Eyes of Literature, and the Resulting Mess: I Wrote these Verses in Terse. 

⁽³⁾ These are just the Many Ways, in Which, I am Set-On (in) Attackß-----------àThe Delay of Desire, of course, Comes to a Dead-End: the Desire of Delay. 

⁽⁴⁾ But we needn’t Deny the Loop-de-Loop. 

⁽⁵⁾ Always go back, to the Romance of our Disaster, as Itself: raw in roar on Behalf of the Decay, the Fall and The Body’s Dopey-Ass Finality.

⁽⁶⁾ A Neurotic’s Apocalypse: the Ecstatic Hereafter as the Draft of a Choked-Back Laughter

⁽⁷⁾ And Little Lupino Lost in Life’s Lieu

⁽⁸⁾ I Desire a Word that means: Collapse, Delay, Accumulation and Release

⁽⁹⁾ Exhausted: on the EL, I had a Nice Shot of the Capanna Nerves; Entering the Subway, the Rush of Day-Light to Reflection and I could Swear the Left Side along “The Part” Recedes through the Day All-the-More.

⁽¹⁰⁾ hereorplugs

⁽¹¹⁾ I am Always Aching my arc Around Things.

⁽¹²⁾ Pussy paws and Shriveled Lips and “Ohmm…”

⁽¹³⁾ What a Nuance that Choking-it-Down and the Residual Dreg 

⁽¹⁴⁾ I See Clearly: I do not Act-So-Well in Relation to What this Felt

 ⁽¹⁵⁾ "I'm Constructing a Narrative / to Coagulate my Desire. / And I'm Constructing another / Narrative // for Concealing this / Narrative. It's a Dual-Dueling / System, and it’s Movement // Sounds like / my Laughter. And I'm Constructing / a Narrative for Obstructing / this Sound[1].”

⁽¹⁶⁾ And what is Comforting: Watching the Way, you Experience the World through one Smile plopped on top of another, which brings me my own Mopey-Form of Joy

⁽¹⁷⁾ The Difference of my own Dizzying Indifference, that is.

⁽¹⁸⁾ I Desire to Engulf, not the Mouth, not the Breaths, or just the Lips, but the Entire Face, be it Whole or be it Half-Chewed

⁽¹⁹⁾ At least I Speak without a Hint of Fatigue

⁽²⁰⁾ The Question: to be a Catalogue, a Cataloguer or just a God-Damn-Calamity.

⁽²¹⁾ Or Perhaps: A Half-Wit in Desire

⁽²²⁾ It is Difficult sometimes, to put this into the Mouth of this

⁽²³⁾ cosmelbō  se

⁽²⁴⁾ Everyday is the Great Capanna Calamity

⁽²⁵⁾ in other words:ß--------------------------àthere is just Far-Too-Much that Still Needs to be Destroyed

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[1] Boris Izsus from Fall Revir Lesion, 1964

For All Intense Purposes

“My Whole Life: was a Life, that Moved with the Sole Purpose, of Hitting that fucking Wall.”

-Boris Izsus 2011

New York (In Effigy)

New York (In Effigy) from Thisishimthisishe on Vimeo.

Too many

“I love yous”

to last

a lifetime.

Too few

“I love yous”

to last

until.

The distinction describes

the desire, the derision

with which I descend

upon what is left behind.

To those

I sprinkled,

or sparked,

I only have this to say:

I wish you burned me brighter.