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Simon

Vespers (100)

Central tendencies keep pace with
and without objective
thought. A measured sentence
(held whole note)
proceeds at an agreed pace.

I keep listening to the special
feature on the radio
about near-death experiences,
plural. Various scientists
and various subjects
trade near zeal in opposite
directions. Is complacency
a heart-
felt drama?

One of these days sleep
is going to last
too long. One of these nights
the prayer fed
languor will have
shown caesura power
at an unexpected tilt.

Who has the right
of way along this
lane? "Anyone, anyone?"
Sweet daylight lifts
after the coma
blends into allegations
of a full life.

One of us approaches
depth with or without
perception, all good
intentions aside.
All suppositions
walled off by different
climates absent
a control mechanism.

the shark

I fear the shark

because I am

the shark

Unrelenting

I don’t care

for anything

I need to feed

I will eat everything

to regain

Myself

Brief Notes on Work

Shut Up Shop

POWER

MONEY

power

money

leading through liquid
(we should be careful how we pretend
these metaphors)
disease is the inability to love
but we should not be complacent
when directing thought

Easterly, forwarding the intangible
the personality

our thoughts shouldn't be philosophical
when practice is an enigma and the
soul is a release after thought policing
wend
female
the sea

this perpetual fear
of how we sit in our galaxy.

Vespers (99)

outside it is eighty-nine degrees
at midnight twenty-three
I am accustomed to tethering
experience to innocence

motel walkways always hold
the day's heat
sheltering the body from mind
light and the moon

cools postlude of a free form
summer where and ice machine
scuffles raw data
whining behind chrome

I hear a man's voice
in a mild drone
capsulizing the subtraction
of idea to allow the soul

irrelevance
irrelevance
irrelevance
I could have sworn i walked these yards

manufactured yards mannerist yards
complete oven a problem for your dentist
specialism
specialism
specialism

an absurdity to clam benevolence

Vespers (98)

grass blade
apart from
grass blade planted
mirrors as they are

used to being
used to
used

aftercare not respite
minimalist not poor
choice not hindrance

now is special
by virtue
of subtraction
plus notice

of nothing
exquisitely
in form
out of shape
in touch

affection
in perpetuity
this
this
and this

Vespers (97)

not to lose
the moment
sleep

recuses
itself from
seeing hearing speaking

The New Renaissance has been postponed due to monetary slippage
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Espionage

6 o'clock in the morning is a very common time to dream

Awaking to guilt, like some kind of original sin

I'm as happy as a lamb

Knowing the government will watch over me.....

Simon

civ·i·li·za·tion (sĭv'ə-lĭ-zā'shən)

we stopped outsourcing
enhanced interrogation techniques

The Condition of Your Sleeping

Another interesting submission to Saying Something, by Jeff Crouch, this time in collaboration with K.R. Copeland.

Almost hallucinatory, The Condition of Your Sleeping seems to echo the subjects' dreams through repetitive mathematical formulae. Intriguing stylistically and conceptually, this picture seems to confirm our human nature as intuitive, emotional, erratic and somewhat chaotic. The bathos of the simplicity of mathematical formulae when juxtaposed with human nature (in this case expressed through dreams) is all too evident.

Simon

Vespers (96)

silence borders open window as night long fallen
holds the leap of faith and relatives still
correspond vitality of prayer as though
workings and working were adherent magistrate
the strata marked by breath points in the composition
mused and ruffled and inflamed majestic
altogether a locale of higher lorikeet
beside the village altercation in the midst
of talc and cloth and slippage