meat shucked off the bones, stacked on the plate  /  high like a barrow

panic’s peppery taste flowing along the sides of the tongue, [gaining] the tip

“The Government physically occupied private property for the purpose of obtaining information,” Scalia wrote. “We have no doubt that such a physical intrusion would have been considered a ‘search’ within the meaning of the Fourth Amendment when it was adopted.”

dark olive offness of an lcd in sunlight

a car driving over a mattress

and liquid nitrogen is used by cryosurgeons for cryosurgery, and by inseminators to freeze semen.

a hard boiled egg removed from its shell and impaled on the end of a pool cue

smugness as a cherry you can’t wait to crush

the unwholesomeness of milk in dark bottles

ugly blue luminance

“The selection of a Republican candidate for the presidency of this globalized and expansive empire is—and I mean this seriously—the greatest competition of idiocy and ignorance that has ever been.” Fidel Castro 

I have been a bee-keeper for six thousand years
And for the past hundred years an electrician.
Once I retire I shall keep bees again.
Something should hum for me, oh hum for me,
Hum and hum and hum
Just for me. 

Kemény

a boot smouldering on a city street. a single boot burning on the sidewalk

That solitaire should have entropy for an opponent makes it more meaningful than chess—where, instead of striking at life’s only enemy, you merely convert a useless order into one that can service your aims

Art that seems less tortured than irritated

 the sadness of limitless jurisdiction

the awful barrenness of expression. the round and leaking mouth of no pronouncement

galloping bouts of speechlessness

Why are we taught to despise old yellow pumpkin, the big bellied pumpkin, the mud covered pumpkin who makes the good pies?

To admit —even in a delible way —that we are each other’s sucker feels dangerous and metamorphic

body became rounded off by the hammock where she hung, like a curing meat

A natural waterfall crashing down into a sort of reservoir built on two levels—he found the sight less cooling than grotesquely suggestive of some agonized ultimate sweat.

sit smally in your own apartment, anxious of motion. that you will unweave your life and cancel domesticity

and then the towering drill of the unread

naturally freedom has a ploughshare, a blade where change strikes

why does every relationship have to be a nipple on the reservoir of all human experience? [it does]

but no one has thus far succeeded in singing an epic of peace

In reality, it is a harmless aquatic salamander.