The 9.6 million followers who tune in to watch Miranda Kerr having her hair done on Instagram — for this is how models spend most of their time — were treated to a rather more interesting sight last Thursday: a black and white photograph of a whacking great diamond ring.

Across it was the caption “Marry me!” and a twee animation of the tech mogul Evan Spiegel on bended knee. Underneath Kerr had typed “I said yes!!!” and an explosion of heart emojis.

A spokesman for Spiegel, founder of the Snapchat mobile app, who is 26 to Kerr’s 33 and worth $US 2.1 billion to her $US 42.5 million , revealed “they are very happy”.

At first, the marriage seems an unlikely combination: a man so bright he founded Snapchat while still at Stanford University, becoming one of the world’s youngest self-made billionaires by 22, and a Victoria’s Secret model who was previously married to the Pirates of the Caribbean star Orlando Bloom (she allegedly had a fling with pop brat Justin Bieber, leading Bloom to punch Beebs in a posh Ibiza restaurant).

Perhaps the union indicates that there is more to Kerr than we thought. More likely, it reveals something about Spiegel — and the way the social status of “geeks” has changed.

Since Steve Jobs made computers cool and Millennials started living online, nerds are king. Even coding is **** enough for the model Karlie Kloss, singer will.i.am and actor Ashton Kutcher to learn it. Silicon Valley has become the new Hollywood, as moguls and social media barons take over from film stars and sportsmen not just on rich lists, but as alpha men.

Being a co-founder of a company is this decade’s equivalent to being a rock star or a chef. And, if their attractiveness to models and actresses proves anything, then being a Twag — tech wife or girlfriend — is a “thing”. Sources tell me Twags are also known as “founder-hounders” because they like to date the creators of start-up companies.

Actress Talulah Riley was an early adopter. She started dating the PayPal founder Elon Musk in 2008. Riley, then fresh from starring in the St Trinian’s film, met Musk in London’s Whisky Mist nightclub after he had delivered a lecture at the Royal Aeronautical Society. I interviewed her shortly afterwards and she told me they had spent the evening talking about “quantum physics”. A month later they were engaged. Their on-again-off-again marriage lasted six years before she filed for divorce again in March. Currently Musk, worth an estimated $US 12.7 billion and focused on Tesla cars, is said to be “spending a lot of time” with Johnny Depp’s estranged wife, Amber Heard.

Model Lily Cole dated the Twitter founder Jack Dorsey in 2013. Later she had a son with Kwame Ferreira, founder of the digital innovation agency Kwamecorp. Actress Emma Watson is going out with William Knight, an “adventurer” who has an incredibly boringly sounding job as a senior manager at Medallia, a software company. Allison Williams, Marnie in the HBO television show Girls, is married to Ricky Van Veen, co-founder of College Humor website.

Could it be that these women are onto something? Dating a bro certainly has its appeal. They are innovative: how else would they invent apps that deliver cheese toasties or match singles based on their haircuts? They are risk-takers who must be charismatic enough to inspire investors and attract crowd-funding. They may not be gym-fit, but they are mathletes who can do your tax bill. They are animal lovers: every start-up is dog friendly. And they are fun: who would not want to date somebody with a ball pool in their office?

There is a saying about dating in Silicon Valley: the odds are good but the goods are odd. Nerds are notorious for peculiar chat-up lines and normcore clothes. Still, if geeks can be awkward, that is part of their charm. Keira Knightley, complaining that Silicon Valley was all men in hoodies and Crocs, described how one gave her his card, saying she should get in touch if she wanted to see a spaceship.

One Vogue writer recalled a Silicon Valley man messaging her via a dating app, in which he noted: “In 50 per cent of your photos you’re holding an iPhone. It may interest you to find out that I invented the iPhone. More accurately I was an engineer on the original iPhone . . .”

Most promisingly, some guys are astoundingly rich. It is suggested Kerr’s engagement ring is a 2.5-carat diamond worth around dollars 55,000. She has already moved into Spiegel’s dollars 12m LA pad. Between his money and her Victoria’s Secrets bridesmaids, no wonder sources claim they are planning an “extravagant wedding”.

It might rival even the Napster founder Sean Parker’s $US10m performance-art bash. He married songwriter Alexandra Lenas in a canopy among Big Sur’s redwoods decorated to look like an enchanted forest. Some 350 guests wore Tolkienesque costumes created by The Lord of the Rings costume designer Ngila Dickson. They sat on white fur rugs and were given bunnies to pet. Presumably rabbit babysitters were on hand when the disco started.

If such fantasies inspire you to become a Twag, the great news is you do not have to be a supermodel to be in with a chance. Such is the dearth of single women in Silicon Valley that one dating site, Dating Ring, crowdfunded a plane to fly single women to Palo Alto from New York.

Be warned, though: guys are single because they are married to the job.

No wonder most meet their partners at college or work — the Facebook chief executive Mark Zuckerberg met his wife, Priscilla Chan, at Harvard.

The Instagram co-founder Kevin Systrom met girlfriend Nicole Schuetz at Stanford. Melinda met Bill Gates when, in 1987, they sat next to each other at an Expo trade-fair dinner. “He was funnier than I expected him to be,” she said.

Kerr began dating Spiegel in 2014 after meeting him at a Louis Vuitton dinner in New York. You can bet he was networking. Shortly after Louis Vuitton showcased their cruise collection in a Snapchat story. Last season Snapchat went on to become the biggest new name at NY fashion week.

If you want to meet tech guys, you might catch them at Silicon Valley parties, which is how the Uber chief executive Travis Kalanick met his partner, Gabi Holzwarth, a violinist hired to play. Or they might be schmoozing clients downtown in a swanky Noe Valley club in San Francisco or a boring Union Square hotel in New York. In London you find them around Old Street, aka Silicon Roundabout, in bars, at hackathons, or start-up meet-ups. In the day they are coding at Google Campus or practising their pitching in a co-working space.

Some tech boys date the old-fashioned way: on Tinder. Airbnb founder Brian Chesky met his girlfriend of three years, Elissa Patel, through the app. When I interviewed Instagram co-founder Systrom he admitted that when he had been single he had signed up.

Dating agency Linx — presumably a play on operating system Linux — is dedicated to making Silicon Valley matches. Amy Andersen set it up in 2003 after moving to Palo Alto and being “flabbergasted” by the number of eligible men. She claims her clients are “extremely dynamic and successful individuals’’: tech founders, tech chief executives, financier founding partners of large institutions and “tons of entrepreneurs”.

Andersen says tech guys make “fabulous partners”. Romantic and chivalrous, they write love letters, plan dates, “even proposing on Snapchat!” If you want to marry a tech billionaire, she says, “you need to bring your A game.” Her clients look “for women who are equally, if not more, dynamic and interesting than he is!”

There are drawbacks to dating tech guys. Before Google buys your amore’s business, he will be living on *** Noodles waiting for the next round of funding — and workaholics are dull.

Kerr says Spiegel is “25, but he acts like he’s 50. He’s not out partying. He goes to work in Venice [Beach], he comes home. We don’t go out. We’d rather be at home and have dinner, go to bed early.” Which might suit Kerr, but is not my idea of a fun.

You had also better be prepared to share your life. When Priscilla Chan miscarried three times, Mark Zuckerberg wrote about it on Facebook, while Chesky used a romantic trip with his girlfriend to promote Airbnb - uploading a picture of her in bed, with a note saying “f* hotels”. Besides all of which is the notorious issue of Silicon Valley sexism.

It has a chief exec-bro culture that puts pick-up artist/comedian Dapper Laughs to shame. Ninety per cent of women working in the Valley say they have witnessed sexist behaviour, 60 per cent have experienced unwanted ****** advances at work, two thirds of them from their boss. Whitney Wolfe, a co-founder of Tinder, took Justin Mateen to court for ****** harassment. Her lawsuit against the company alleged that Mateen, her former partner, sent text messages calling her a “*****”.

Spiegel has tech bro form. He apologised after emails from his days at Stanford emerged: missives about stripper poles, getting black-out drunk, shooting lasers at “fat chicks”, and promising to “roll a blunt for whoever sees the most **** tonight (Sunday)”. After one fraternity Hawaiian luau party, he signed off emails “f*bitchesgetleid”.

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The teacher wrote a question on the board
large enough to see but,
still hard to follow,
in black expo:

If each color had a taste, what would sad taste like?
And the girl with crosses up and down her arm
mentioned once,
'blue tasted like flat soda pop,
cold and a bit too sweet'

The boy with the hair running smoothly over his eyes
pronounced sixty four ways to say 'azure'
and each time,
he tasted the iron of the
hammer that his father had split his collarbones apart

and I cried for each story,
because the color 'blue'  always
tasted like brandy, heartbreak and broken nails

Bleary-eyed, an old man asks for change,
coins rattling in his hand. A woman
hands him saltine crackers across the aisle.
“God bless you,” he mutters, takes a seat,
and unwraps the plastic with shaking hands.
He smiles at her before she leaves the train.

Tonight, the passengers on the train
are surprisingly quiet for a change.
We are all staring down at our hands.
And then the silence breaks - a woman
cackles aloud to herself in her seat.
Her laughter travels up and down the aisle.

I overhear a conversation across the aisle
between a couple who’ve just entered the train,
and are searching for a pair of empty seats.
They’re muttering “the country is changing”
and they say they are afraid. The woman
sighs, and reaches for her lover’s hand.

I look over at a child holding her mother’s hand.
I meet the little girl’s gaze from across the aisle.
I see myself as a child too, but to her I’m a woman.
I wonder how often the little girl rides the train.
Does she long to see something else for a change -
something other than the back of a seat?

I notice a lady who has started dancing in her seat,
snapping her fingers and waving her hands,
bobbing to a silent beat. I imagine her changing
into a sequined dress and waltzing down the aisle,
giving everyone a performance to watch on the train.
I imagine standing up and dancing with that woman

and then everyone begins to dance with the woman -
we all jump up onto our seats
and suddenly we are in a ballroom, not a train.
We are tapping our feet and clapping our hands
to the music - the little girl across the aisle
is dancing with the old man who asked for change.

The train stops. We’ve arrived at my station. The dancing woman leaves the train. The passengers change and now there are strangers in their seats. I wave my hand goodbye to the little girl as I walk past her down the aisle.

What a linear experience
with a twisted friend  ?
Safety in solitaire set alone.
blowing away false dandelions.

Early
Late?
time won't wait and that's a lie.
Time,
flies by, and yet goes slow,goes fast
Time,
the last of the greats waits patiently.

The line of time runs straight but
what
if it bent like light to turn the day back into night
what then?
would scientists get ******* with the papers that they'd need to write?

Time and nuclear clocks make dreary reading.
Random seedings leading to the links they seek.while minutes poke and **** and leak into the atmosphere.
Time
so far,yet near enough to taste and wasted on the thoughts we think when in a blink, time ups and goes and how time slows the nearer we become to learning how and why things run the way they do.

Time,
and when it's through it starts or ends as in the blinking lights it bends,distorts and catches us quite unaware
and as we stare it waits and still is time,there is time still,time is still,one day I will begin to walk those lines of constant and of changing thought
but now
my fascination overrides of how time bides its time  and bends itself into my rhyme
I have all the time I need and yet have none
before I know it
time has gone.

Is it my counter-counterclockwise
mind wasting time? Elbows
on the dining table pulling my angel
hair into grid-like times tables.
I’m invested in this non-conversation
table. Ich liebe dich, mein Freund.
I’ve got commitment issues and four-ply
tissues for when my eye lashes start
peeling apart. My grandpa died in 2005
and I’m all but over it. I’m holding
his kite string, but the reel is almost done,
like VHS tapes rewound then fast-forwarded
to the good times. Power Ranger birthday
and everyone’s wearing dunce caps
with elastic chin straps ‘til they snap.
Snap! Snap! Snap me back to three-years-old,
and I’m singing in a Robin costume
‘cause I knew I’d always be second best.
I had an identity crisis around fourteen,
so I stopped buying sunglasses
because I found myself in other
peoples’ shadows. But now the only shadows
they’re casting are the ones from their headstones
and from the fields of flowers cradling
them like they once cradled me.

Fast-forward, I’m genuflecting in gym shorts
before myself in a mirror smudged with plum
felt. And I seem small compared to my life
spelled out in Expo marker markings.

Keep-A-Breast
                                 Apple
             OtterBox
                                                    Acu-Rite
    Dial                                                                Aquafresh
                        Oral-B
        ACT                                Garnier                                           Equate
    Hanes
On the Byas  
                            Rude
                                                        Toms
                                Dakine
                                                                 Acu-Vue  
Ponds                                                                                         Degree
  Preferred Stock    
                                    Mighty Wallet
                                              Hot Topic
                     Keurig                                        Dixie
                                                                                               Donut Shop
Domino

International Delight

                                 Peter Paul's
Best Yet                                                            Great Value

                                        Instagram
Facebook
        Snapchat                                           Yik Yak
                                                                              Forever 21

                Adventure Time
FSC                                     Bic                 The Poetry Foundation
             Staedtler                               Pilot                Sharpie            Microsoft
The Norton Anthology
  

                                                         Toshiba            Dell          Expo
Lipton  
Emerica
Anti Hero                                MOB                   Shorty's

               Bones               Thunder  
                                                                                        Shake Junt
                                                                                       Swingline
                                                                                      Pandora
Tommy Hilfiger

'                            Jill                Greg                 Ashley          Courtney

Judy
Bob
Janice                    
Shannon                                                                                   Kelly

Robert                                 Emily                  Jeremy      Darrin      Liza

Bill                Joe                         Dominic            Sean              James

Gav                             Jordan                   Tony              Eric


Christopher

Saying hello, again
Because to say goodbye
I'd have to trust that I would not
Say hello again.

And my silence comes in colors
Like drip-dry paint on the walls of my mouth
Tastes like green and yellow today
Fresh flowers that arrived late
And the yard working all shades.

I hate to stop
Picking back up where I left off is easier said
Than remembered,
No matter how many scribbled expo marker notes are left
on the dry erase boards of my closed eyelids,

Hello,
Again.
Care to dance this dance with me?

I couldn't give a **** what heat engines are.
My job is to tell a couple little snot noses to sit their ***** down and drink juice - it's easy and I love it. I couldn't give a **** about heat engines.
(I mean, aren't all engines hot anyway?)
But when I watch you kneeling in front of a whiteboard, drawing out diagrams for your coworker about what you're learning in physics, my heart jumps out of my ******* throat and slaps my computer screen like a raw steak. Not exactly a romantic metaphor I know, but it's accurate.
I never thought Expo pens could be ****. I never thought math could be ****, for ***** sake. But you do it somehow.
Everything about you drives me nuts. Looking at you gives me the biggest feelings I've ever felt, and I get scared I'm going to explode. Really. People say stuff like that, but it's true - it feels like I'm going to explode like some sort of adorable grenade.
I don't know what to do with myself. Ever.
Go to church - yeah.
Get my degree - sure.
Go to work - totally.
But with myself? I have no ******* clue.
For one, I don't think I can come hang out with you at work anymore. You have a certain amount of professionalism to maintain, and I am a threat to that - in the most violently affectionate way possible. I am so close to tackling you in a bear hug and spooning you right here in this classroom. I never considered how painful it is to love somebody. In the best ways and the worst ways.

Now you're sitting in the armchair next to me, the ****** little coffee maker filling the air between us. You talk with your friends and draw  and type into your calculator and occasionally glance at me and every time you do anything, I  . . .  I can't. I can't even explain how it feels. You are the antidote and the virus to every part of me. Loving you has been the most exhilarating and most miserable experience of my life. Loving you has taught me how agony can be sweet. Loving you has changed my life and will continue to change my life.

I've lost interest in almost everything. School is school, work is work, books have become boring and friends have become obsolete. You feel the same way, and your Mom thinks you're depressed, but you're not. Neither of us are. We're so ready. We're so ready for something new.

I have never stared at someone so shamelessly in all my life. I could listen to you talk about heat engines for the rest of my life.
That's the plan, anyway.

And they love the naked woman,                  the mother of us all in the night,
Red w / Black the length of the ***,              the body of the poet &
the heat of the Dead Space,                     the face & feet;
had her snooch been pleasant to be next                      to,  
& among the year's list of the best dark
               places,
a young man to think of the green manure
are not taken away out of the American;
The death of Jesus is living gold,                        in the form
of the Brothers of our mind,        poetry is inflamed by you;
do not have the money, 1 find out w / the sun turned
the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death difficult it is going to be ******* skin to a great start
the blood of the sea,      her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this;
the hair, which is good, the kids out of the six;
And you are thinking about the way the name of the calling of God
are the dream and the wife, but the loss of the baby blue;
1 knew the things of the story be

after that the Sky Moon Girl's Life
is open to the general American gold drunk Igor heard anyway;
human hands ***** yellow English father,      w/ a bad cold writes that way,
Listen to me turned to Greek Draft 1000
& the three full-theory deep inside;
Medusa, leaving us w / the spirit of God,                but the Son of the stone
which he chose to think things were holy;
And the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures;
And widely used of the stars of Aquarius;
The nature of the gay kids, the book of the cities
to the Expo opening
In the department of brown rock,              one of the the best of whatsoever
he has put in paint deux let the cat his uncle Guy
1 joined the arms of writers, that 1 May is not running,
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Good flow on grapes thrown lips to form tall,
the world talking
Secret invisible to their friends and mothers filled
w / wet & Sweet
French art as the guys when the dog window ****** field
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Russian music group brain is a lot of talk
w / a glass Voice blind yechy
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the best played badly wearing
a wall in a school dance stripper,
strippers asked material to return
to sing a little ***** fingers toes
watching James House turned to fall
Park Live cops sitting on the floor;
the origin of the Bedford friend,
a genius whose pictures of *******,
blond in the Sun leaves behind
some of the greatest unproven theories
Under the coastal tallying machine that is fallen,
Gus loving Mary wrote six buried w/in;
spectacle worthy of knees eye replay of science in
suede boots                              running for the Mail
from the radio to the dance floor of glass
& plastic flesh
to change completely into flames,
burning Bettie's corporate guns,
&              checking where it started to burn,           the tongues             every
                        dessert's kiss written in Paradise Rainbow sleep,
Pregnant, reading to a daughter, the monster w/ a messenger
was present for Bob to a stranger, a burst of the side
of the shimmering light in the Christian towns of drinks
at the bottom of thee to **** recollect
that 1 said the tooth is to be removed
by Einstein for the asking of the public
to break it as food in the place of the angle of the character;
of Lee's **** to return to footballs,  the waves of the account
is to understand the mind of a vacancy in the temple;
a voice of the glory of the women,               to see to the ship for its injuries
to the head & was just about to clothe him,                      having understood
the Wilderness Museum,                        & the crowd around the glory table,
prostitutes & the streets of the city,          hotter than mad at the Jews happy,
he saw the dying muscles in the movement
begun by arson
outstanding component of the older men
& others who have not long to leave,                      having a strand of naked
hair                               as opposed to a head held up to the bra made by that girl
is so much to say that the fall is dreaming
of the fate of the famous mountains of Asia;                                  And in that bar on the side of the medical because
of his skin at the queen mean
you now like an American;              Big Jesus alive
gold in the form of brotherhood American goddess
our minds to find the money
sun is an ancient city,
hell makes you **** the battery is too hard for ******* skin
to be great dearth in the blood of the sea
& every woman's ***** of her passage,
quoted from the poet of the word of her hair to the kids
& six are thinking about the way the name of the calling
of the Dream of a wife, and has destroyed
the entrance to the baby, & blue;
& knowing of the middle story is better to live in the sky
the moon
sons and daughters to open the American Igor,
when drunk w/in a country in his ***** yellow & gold
into the English now cold air from bad heart,             children born to write
to walk the big walk back in Greece;
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naked eyes Girls Man Mother God Life
girls men night hours long red light black people
good thing *** body
poet; Dead Space hot face, feet & head going
snooch beautiful queen Earth, Green thought things
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the red w/ black the length of the ***,                             the body of the poet
the heat of the Dead Space,                                                     the face & feet
had been snooch is pleasant to be next year's
                                       list of dark places,
a young man to think of the green manure
    are not taken away out of the American;
The death of Jesus is living gold,                    in the form of the
Brothers of our mind,                        poetry, is inflamed by You;
do not have the money,                   1 find out w/ the sun, turned
to the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death it is difficult ******* skin to a great start going to be
the blood of the sea,                    her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this,
the hair, which is good,              the kids out of the six,
& you are thinking about the way the name
of the calling of God
are the dream, & the wife, but the loss of the baby,               blue,
1 knew the things of the story better
than the Sky moon girl's life                        is open to the general
American gold drunk,   Igor heard anyway;
human hands ***** yellow English father,    
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listen To me turned to Greek & the three full drafts
of new M-Theory deep inside,                 leaving us Medusa w/ the spirit of God,                
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which he chose to think were holy things,
& the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures,
& widely used of the stars of Aquarius,
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to the Expo opening
in the Department of brown rock,     one of the the best
of whatsoever he hath put in paint,        deux let the cat his uncle Guy
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w/ a Yechy glass Voice blind
children revolution of life presents play
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a wall in a school dance stripper,        strippers asked material
to return to sing a little ***** fingers house
turned to fall James' toes watching live cops sitting
on the floor in the Park;                  an original Bedford friend, a genius'
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behind some of the greatest proven Machines;
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Gus loves Mary,                                    six w/in wrote of the buried
spectacle worthy of knee eye play science for Male suede running
from the radio to the dance glass plastic flesh
to change completely in flames burning Bettie's
corporate guns checking started tongues w / e dessert,
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hetero-mind poetry of the goddess & money
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call the Dream Wife real lost
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Bob the stranger hold broken south skinny lights
of Christian towns drinking seconds to the bottom]     **** remembering
the talking teeth simply moved Einstein's witch;
Chinese food Lee's **** rather in the computer
corner publicly ***** on the ground & naturally returning,
waves a gun understanding empty temple's sound
w/ **** feeling ladies a gypsy course clothes;
calling desert takes the planet felt Eve come alive
wrong a teenage muses ode watches speaking
bringing smoke & **** to start meaning stupid enough
& hidden in the abstract winds cutting clearly through her ghost;
where her stockings met crazy Satan street walking & lived to lay Jack;
**** caught in thin shadows ever knowing early on what a sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties; unseen dawn single thanks, straight
turns stands glory leading picture **** ****** on the street of *****,
warm, mad, Jewish & happy looked dying in the sheath & moving,
began lighting torches for all mankind; half singular & older wide leaves are strange; hey, literally bare beach opposite roll held bra happened mistress as much as telling her torn underwear is dreaming weird; yeah, the bright hills are Asian, ordering point bar party drugs because the skin Queens of Midnight the longer you love them; Time will women woman Girls & the Man eyes naked Mother God Life girls; men night hours red light black & long people good *** body; thing poet Hot Dead Space face & feet;
snooch beautiful head going beneath queen earth years white dark places things do u Young thought; Green **** left Art America Big Jesus living; Golden Beauty hereto mind poetry goddess money find Sun ancient city
hell **** War death hard ******* skin great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets word fire hair kids six thinking street noun call Dream wife real lost door baby blue true;
knew Middle making history better live Sky Moon Child,
girl open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold trace human hands ***** father; Time cold heaven English yellow bad side of Children write walking person heart kind born turned coming Greek & Walking high w/ three full drinks inside her working on leaving Medusa's spirit a truth stone feeling her holy son wanted a small wild lady widely seen as Barbie's star's gay nature; Kid Ugly Brown book states hole rock,
Best paint year lady cat guy arms writing running standing pink mouth
is going lips form deep century speaks invisible friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French keep guys where read dog window ******
field smoking Ivan Society Russian brain music perfect lot talk; yech! mirrored Voice blind boys revolution heat modern evil soul wearing
dancing land story wall beneath stripper school Christ strippers
asked matter ringers which House the ***** poem;
robot reality sister eating sand was when she married;
Kiss free legs are devoid of the lord, the club waiting to smell her garden's pretty store brought Angels of Alchemy's language; her rich daughter air died Silver mom tree birth unknown walls;
Magic Science wind power Dreams,
hear Latin gods **** fall Sacred sitting toes
turning watching live cops in New Bedford Park
originally painting the floor of her ******* w/ her blond friend,
the genius machine Prophet fell on top & leaves, sure he was cool; he loved Mary, *** w/in & wrote of the buried sight of meet her knees w/ his eye playing knowledge & patting the radio's dancing center of glass & plastic changing Bettie's hairy fleshy flames burning corporate guns;
holding started tongue w/out table kissing written in paradise by an angel sleeping w/ a pregnant reading daughters;
monster news stood Bob stranger hold broken south skinny lights christian town drinking second bottom **** remember talking teeth simply move Einstein witch Chinese food let's **** father the computer corner public ***** ground natural return waves a gun understand empty temple sound with **** feeling ladies a gypsy course clothes, calling to the desert to take the planet feeling Eve's *** alive & wrong, a teenager's muses' ode
watch speaking bring smoking **** charges started to mean stupid enough hidden in the abstract winds cutting clearly through her ghost sonata of stockings meeting crazy Satan as he walked; lived lay Jack **** caught
thin shadows ever knowing early on sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties unseen at dawn a single thanks straight turns stands glory
leading the picture of **** & ****** on the streets of *****, warm, mad, Jewish & happy looked dying sheath moving began torches mankind half singular older wide leaves strange; hey, literally
bare on the beach, the opposite roll held her bra & happened to be his mistress as much as telling her what to wear dreaming weirdly, yeah,
bright hills of an Asian ordering                         point bar party drugs
because the skin Queens Midnight;
the longer you Love Time will women want a woman; & Girls will want a Man, his eyes naked on Mother God;    Life girls men night hours red light black long people good *** body thing poet; Hot Dead Space face feet snooch beautiful head going queen
earth years white dark place things
do Young thought Green
**** left Art America Big Jesus;                   living Golden Beauty
hereto mind poetry goddess money find
Sun ancient city hell **** War death hard ******* skin;
great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets
word fire hair kids six thinking Street noun calling for the Dream
wife to become real at the lost door of baby blue truth;
she knew the Middle [making history better] live Sky Moon child girls
open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold tracing human hands ***** father; Time's cold heavenly English yellow bedside,
Children's writing walking person heart kind born turned coming
Greek Walk high three full drink inside work leaving Medusa's spirit
of truth stone feels her holy son wanting small wild widely held gay nature of Barbie star Kid rock Hornet brown book states hole Best paint a Year & a day cat guy arms writing running standing
pink mouth is going lips form deep century speaks to her invisible
friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French guys keep;
                                                         where reading dog window
****** field Smoking Ivan Society's Russian brain music;        perfect
lot talk; Mirror Voice of the Blind Boys revolution Heat modern evil
soul wearing dancing land story wall beneath stripper school of Christ
strippers asking about matters & ringers;
House ***** poem robot
reality sister eating sand
                       was then married to Kiss freely the legs are devoid;
lord Club waiting smell garden pretty brought Rainbow Alchemy
language rich daughter air died;
Silver mom tree birth unknown
walls of Magic Science wind powered dreams hearing Latin gods sexily falling of their Sacred sitting toes, turning & watching the live cops
in Bedford Park original painting of the floor of *******,
her blond friend's genius machine; a Prophet fell atop leaves for sure,
coolly loving Mary's six w/in wrote & buried the sight of the meet;
her knees & eye play at knowledge bat the Radio dance center plastic glass change Bettie hairy fleshy flames burning her heart;
corporate guns holding the startled tongue w/out table kissing
written Paradise angel sleep,             Pregnant & reading to the daughters of the monster;
the news struck Bob stranger than holding
the broken south's skinny legs in light tights;            lights of Christian towns drinking second bottom killing & remembering the talking teeth simply moving Einstein's Witch is Chinese;
her favorite food Lee's **** rather            than the computer corner's public
****** ground natural return waves a gun understand;
empty temple resound w/ the sound of **** feeling
ladies, a gypsy course clothes calling desert
takes the planet felt eve alive wrong   a teenage muses ode watch speaking bring smoke ****** start;
meaning stupid enough hidden abstract winds cut clearly through ghosts; ****** in stockings met crazy adversary;
walked lived lay jack **** caught in thin shadows ever knowing
early sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties unseen dawn;
a single Thanks straight turns standing glory
leading picture **** ****** street *****;
warm mad Jewish & happy hair looking dyed, sheath moving;
so began torches of mankind half plural older wide leaves strange,
hey, literally bare on the beach opposite the roll of Bras happening
to his mistress held as much as for telling;
And they love the night, there is no doubt of the woman,
the mother of
the Red & Black poets from the body
the length of the ***,
Dead Space by heat, face & feet;
snooch was pleasant, so the next year,
a list of the dark places;
The young think green manure
You can count on the American;
Death of Jesus & living for gold in the form of
Of our minds inflamed w/ the anger of poetry;
they have no money & to find out what is w/in the sun changes
Titus after taking a nursing battle
hard leather of the future land developers of ****
is said to be a part of the sea becoming blood thereof,
by the ***** & in its proper place,
The words of the poet's hands;
Good Hair kids learn about ***
And you think of the way of the name calling,
The woman lost the baby blue dream;
I know that the story is better than the Sky's specific book of Love
Life open to the general American gold, drunk Igor heard anywhere,
English of human hands ***** yellow w/out a bad cold,  & he writes:
Listen to me, & turned to the draft & three full deep inside Fig Greek
1000; Medusa, giving us the spirit of God & His Son of stone
all the things that he wanted the Saints to be,
And out of small things come wild beasts,
& of the beasts; The Aquarius recently used by the stars;
The nature of the gay kids, the book takes them out of the opening
in the Budget; This Rock,                               one of the best brown
In the cat's painting deux,                           w/ his uncle Guy
at 1 a.m. I am in the arms of May it be said that He is not running,
standing, he Came Over to the outside edges to form a good flow of grapes, the world talking
For mothers invisible filled w/ his Secret sweet & wet
The Gauls, the guys are like a dog with a window,
smoking is a ****** in the field,
Russian Music Conference has a very large brainy talk w/ the Voice
of blind glass;           yechy
From the best male wearing tales of revolution
I play from the stripper down the wall of the choir,
he asked to return to the matter of strippers
singing his fingers & toes watching that little *****
at James' House turn to fall
in the Park before the cops sitting on the floor;
Bed genius friend origin
is proved by the moon the appearance
of a picture is above all,                                       bringing back the *******,
Orpheus' machine collapsed,
Gus of necessity of male *** wrote,                     buried w/in
This followed running the show to meet knee eye play ill;
a ray of light in the dance,
the mirror of the plastic of the flesh,
change at all in the flames of the burning
Bettie's corporate guns, I abhor myself,
I began to tongue the [                ] out from the second
it was in the table, I kissed her, their writings are the paradise of Oh,
go to sleep on vulputate fermentum; now the reading
of the daughter of a monster,
a message was on the spot to Bob,
not his own,                                a burst of the side of the shimmering light
in the Christian towns, whosoever drinketh
of the bottom of the Nico, you remember
that it is said to be a tooth to be moved by
Einstein in quest of a public who knows the father of food
in place of the angle of the nature
of football ****, to turn the football the waves
of the reason he understands the mind empty
out of the temple of the majesty of the women
said to the ship, of the injury on the head of Eve;
of thee was clothed w/ him, having understood
the wilderness, the Museum, among the multitude
of the glory of the table of the harlots,                          they give gifts to:
& is to fall into an infinite number of a stomacher,
and held it until so much so that that the head
of the cupid Major mountains of Asia,    highlighted by the fate of more
& on that side of the bar for medical skin,
American Queen, it is now up to you like;
Is there anyone alive in the form of gold's big brothers.
The Latin of the ancient money of the goddess
                                           estranged to the sun,
             Hell fights hard to **** the skin's ****;
a great future in a sea of ​​blood,                                          woman's *****
to the words of the head of his kids
& to his wish, poet of the common;
*** is a way of thinking about the name of the calling dream
& his wife & the baby is lifted up to the door,             & blue
& it is better to live in the sky,        the moon,
when she knew that from the midst
of the history, sons and daughters,
& if they drink in the American,
Igor had to open the country's ***** yellow & gold in England,
some cold air from a bad heart,
children born to write to walk the big walk back to Greece;
Woman born to women with naked eyes,
the mother of a man and a donkey season
is the best poet of the night light body w/ a dark red
Dead Space hot face of a beautiful lady's feet
head is going snooch
If a child is not a dark green color tumultuous years
has left a place where *******;                                           The great art of Jesus ...
wear dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian
ordering points to the bar party
drugged because the skin of Queens at Midnight
                                                     is longing for u;
Love &                 Time will women;        woman, Girls in the Man's eyes
upon naked
Mother God's Life&     girls & men at night during the hours
                                                                ­         of the red light;
black long people good *** body thing poet,
Hot Dead Space face feet snooch beautiful head
                 going queen earth years white dark place things do;
Young thoughts of Green **** left Art in America to Big Jesus,
living Golden Beauty hereto mind poetry goddess money find Sun
ancient city hell **** War death hard ******* skin great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets' words of fire & the hair of the kids
of six; thinking Street nouns & calling the Dream wife,
real lost door baby blue true knew Middle,              making history better
live Sky Moon Child girls open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold trace human hands ***** father Time cold heaven
English yellow bad side Children's write walking person heart kind born turned coming Greek Walk high three full drink inside work
leaving Medusa spirit truth stone feel holy son wanted small wild nature
of the Barbie is widely gay star Kid rock Hornet brown book states hole;
Best paint ta-ta; Yearly dyed cat guy arms writing & running,
standing w/ pink mouth is going lips form deep century speaks
invisible friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French;
keeping guys where reading dogs are windy ****** fields
Smoking Ivan Society Russian brain music perfect a lot of talk,
[yech]                                Mirror Voice Blind Boys
revolution heat modern evil soul
wearing dancing land story of the wall
beneath stripper school Christ;
strippers asking for matter ringers House ***** poem robot reality sister eating sand was then married Kiss free legs are devoid
of the Lord's Club waiting to smell the garden's pretty bought
Rainbow Alchemy language
rich daughter air died,                            Silver mom tree birth
unknown walls of Magic Science wind power dreams it hears Latin gods **** falling Sacred
& sitting w/ her toes turning watching live TV cops in New Bedford Park; original painting floor of *******,                  blond friend genius machine;
Prophet fell atop a pile of leaves sure cool loved Mary;
six wi/n wrote buried sight meet knees Radio play dance center
plastic eyeglasses; knowledge but the change Bettie's hairy flesh
into flames, Burning hearts corporation guns
holding startled tongues
w/out table kissing written;
Garden angel sleeping
Pregnant reading daughters
monster news stood,         Bob,    stranger holding the broken south's skinny
legs in tights lights Christian towns drinking second bottom **** remember talking
teeth simply move by Einstein's witch Chinese food;
Le **** like father's on the computer corner publicly
***** on the ground; the natural return of waves to a gun,
understanding the empty temple sounds w/ butts feeling
ladies on a gypsy course for clothes calling to the desert
takes the planet & felt up Eve alive; wrong,    a teenage
muses upon odes to watching her speaking & bringing smoke
forth from her ****** to start meaning stupid enough,  hidden
on the abstract winds cutting clearly through ghosts wearing stockings,
met the crazy adversary walking living laying Jack's **** caught
thinking shadows forever knowing early on how sweaty the  
beat lover goddesses ****** penalties are unseen at dawn       & single;
Thanks to straight turns stand glory
leading picture **** in ****** on the streets of *****;
warm, mad, Jewish & happy he looked like he was dying,
sheath moving began torches of mankind
half plural older wide, hey,                                literally leaves strange,
be bare, ah, roll;
Push the opposite happened Mistress held as much as telling wear
dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian order point bar party drugs
because the skin Queen; They love a female is my naked mother gives
us all a night-light red with black long the donkey's body that the poet's
Heat Dead Space face feet, snooch pleasantly will be the years of white opaque youth he was thinking the green manure left behind are Americans
Big Jesus Alive gold in the form Brotherhood of our mind,
poetry is the deity of no money, 1 find out the sun,
an ancient city,
Heller makes you **** it in war,
death it is difficult ******* skin
w/ a great start going to be the blood
of the sea ***** is said to be a piece
of the place by the hand of the poet
of the word of these golden locks w/ a good kids' of the six
of you are thinking the way of the name calling
of the Dream of the wife, the truth of the loss at the door
of the baby, the blue,     1 knew in the midst of them
to make the story better; Sky Moon girl's life is open
to the general American gold drunken Igor heard
a trace
of human hands
***** yellow English father a cold and a bad side,
write that children born after walking to a Heart
turned to Greek & walking three full high drafts
of M-Theory & w/in the hive, leaving us an Medusa,
the spirit of the son, however, a stone is chosen
to think that holy things of the small wild animals
of the late stars of Aquarius, Gay by nature
the Kids Book of the cities of the Expo opening
on a brown rock, one of the best in laid paintings
is the cat's; the guy, the weapons at 1 a.m. writing
to is running, standing on her rosy mouth,                              should her
die-cast lips to form the deep, the world speaking
of the invisible things of them that are friends
of the mother, Secretly filled w/ thing wet & sweet;
as the French guys when we read the dog in the window
looking upon the ****** field of the smoking Group of Russian
brains;     musicians done up in a lot of talk,     the ***** mirror
the Voice of the Blind Children's
revolution badly beaten by modern life & wearing the story
of the wall built under the stripper's dancing school,
strippers asking for material bell-ringers of the House's *****
song of ***; modestly falling,    James' toes turned to watch
the live cops sitting on the floor of New Bedford Park's
original painting of machines & the genius of the
******* of her blonde friend From ORPHEUM
fell the highest leaves, certain cold loves of Mary's
six w/in wrote the buried spectacle worthy
of the knee's eye playing science for male
suede running on the radio the dance glass
plastic flesh changes completely into flames burning
Bettie's corporate guns & checking what started tongues
w/ the dessert; kissed written in paradise where the angel
is sleeping pregnant from reading her daughter's monster
                                                     of a message
                    that stood
                                  beside Bob's extraneous broken side
of flickering lights of the Christian towns,
drinks bottoms up killing to remember the talking teeth moved
by Einstein, a witch, the public will being violated
by Chinese food of the place of the angle of the nature
of Lee's **** to turn the computer waves of a gun is more
to understand the mind of the empty part of the temple
of the sound of a gypsy ladies sees the course          of an injury to the head,
the eve of his raiment became aware of the wilderness of the Earth
receiving the Sage in the Museum's song that will stand
where the smoky **** is committed
to that stupid lies removed favorite;             cut the Holy Lamb
in two nailed to meet the crazy cast walked
lived Marcus Aurelius maintaining **** & caught a faint shadow of the love goddess Venus known by the morning sweat beading off the penalties that seem light in the activity turned to attending the glory of the bored crew of prostitutes;                         the street of the city hot art mad to Jews happy,
                                         he saw the dying man's sheath having to be moved
had begun,
& the burning of men,       an outstanding component
of the older long leaves of others,                         have not had a the shore
of a naked man being opposed from his head,
         took hold of the bra has happened to the girl's as much
as saying that the fall of the dreaming is of the fate of the Hail,
as     is   that which   is foremost among the mountains of Asia,
        |                             such as a point bar
part of medicine because w/ its skin goes to the queen
of the middle
of the now, do you love our American
Big Jesus alive gold in the form renewal
of our brotherhood of mind's poetry goddess of money
finding the Sun in the ancient city of hell; gobs of battle,
                       of hard ******* skin's great
future of blood, sea & ***** & a woman             is a place out of the poet's
words locked in w/ kids,      six thinking about the way
                                                   of the name of the call
of the Dream's wife, but lost door baby blue,
                            knew Intermediate History
is better to live in the Sky;                                 Moon boys & girls open to
Igor hearing the drunk American General
getting told to lay the gold down                              upon his father's tomb,                          
                   hands ***** yellow in
English time in the cold air & bad heart,             walking w/   the children
                                to write & to walk,                born big turn in Greece
                       will come hither Midnight longing for u

Three children brought
Onto earth
Three children did
He rear
Three children made
From His own genes
From stardust we appeared.

From the foundation
Of our lives
He sent us to school
Possessed of his intelligence
And HE was NOT a fool

Great aptitude for reading
This is how he taught
The books my father gave me
Produced much
Higher thought

We went to places
far & wide
Hawaii was like heaven!
We went to Montreal
For Expo '67

Various religions
We were to understand
We went to see the kivas
In the native lands

We went to search
For arrowheads
We looked for
various traces
Of native habitation
Appreciating other races

He tried to teach me math
Using the flashcards
But I was into writing
So he let me be a bard

He loved the
arts & sciences
He loved agriculture
He grew up
deprived of it
So he taught us culture

We took the piano
He helped me
make a start
Writing my own music
He encouraged my art!

I'll read him this poem
We will then discuss
How he has the  
GREATEST legacy

For my dad has *US!

one time
i was in the third grade
mrs. jernigan's class
i answered a question on the board
i dont remember the question but the answer was he'll
and i wrote it on the board w a smelly blue expo marker
and smiled so big when i walked back to my seat
trusting every person who told me i was smart
and everyone who said i was pretty
and then everyone
in mrs. jernigan's third grade class laughed
because instead of he'll,
the contraction that would grant me power and status
in mrs. jernigan's third grade class,
i had written
hell

and then the smelly little dude in front of me, keith,
turned around and said
"your ***** are too big
for your shirt"

The mysterious answers eluded me.
Friends left on bikes,
Went to Expo,
Had backyard tents.
I stood, palms pressed, waiting.
Then Marlene and Jimmy died
And I knelt before the maze master,
Looking for an exit.
All, I am told, are answered,
But the lines of communication
Seem crossed.
Does he get the ways of man
As well as we get the ways of him?
I supposed your prayers were realized
When you left,
Yet the same rain and sun drenched us.
I should expect a summative explanation
When I get
My commuted response.

I write on the tops of wooden desks,
press the tip of my pen deep into the wood
and scribble out inane hearts and Lee '15 and
dumb poetry that curls over the edges of the desk
on uneven lines like a disaster waiting to happen.

I scrawl words and designs
on the crimped edges of a TAZO tea packet,
crumpled in my pocket,
and rip the paper apart slowly,
watching the lines of pencil split and diverge
and never meet again.

I ink my fingers with expo and sharpie,
let the tips shine oily black in the light
then quickly press them
onto crisp printer paper, peel my fingers
off and count the dips of my identity
in the grooves of white and black.

I smear the side of my hand with black,
wipe charcoal on my forehead
as I sweat in dimly lit studios,
hunched over my stool and eyeing the x-acto knife
from where it lies on top of a box of glue sticks.
Beside me is a cup of black TAZO tea,
that has steeped for over 4 hours and is already
cold.

When I leave, it is past midnight,
but the sky is not dark yet because
even with only the light of the stars,
I can see sharpie on the flesh of my thumb,
and charcoal dust fills the crescents of my nails
and someone has probably already
crossed out my name on that desk in room 216
that I sit at for English,
and in my pocket there are 2 more packets of tea
that I need to drink because

it has been four hours,
and my tea is already cold.

timid grows fuller and fuller by the minute
    when silence flounders into something where a smoke ceases
and a breath of the first utterance begins.

             the waiter strides with a bottle in each hand,
takes credit for where it is not due as a disservice to an errant beast
      hiding behind the drone and the machine.

why does it feel like this behavior is a love for turmoil?
   you fill this room, as in all rooms where I have been in
with you, with a multitude of disappearances

put in heavy scrutiny by my place kept in a similar stock
  of presence.

say, when you jolt out of the couch and leave to excuse yourself
    to catch a phone call or secretly take photographs of everything,
I watch your impression on the weighed down cushion
   and witness it rise as if getting rid of your frame.

the ticking of the clock is as guttural as any tongued word
  of defeat. a slow demise of minutes could be a thread
  to haul out an immense hour. These things do not grant anything.

       the waiter comes back again with a smile dangling on his
mouth as if trying to tell me something, a question or an assurance, was it?
    is it? I hurl a word and hope someone will catch it,

and that when someone has the lost and tender word, I wish the figure
   to be true                     unlike any metaphor

        of how the moon grazes the concrete and somewhere in the vastness
a star falls to the nearest fire hydrant, or a shaded tree, or near a motel room
   where two people are *******, where another soul meets a soul,
      where underneath the peculiar awning of a towering building
           you    almost said the world was yours and as you return to
         the place that has you completed,

you are altered by it just as much as it has already changed you,
    beginning with the swiftest sense of you, yesterday, and who you would be,
today, perhaps much more beautiful than the last time I left and found you in the sheer contestation of the abandon

         like a line I wrote at the back of a calendar that I was supposed to give
to you with a couple of post-its
    so you can keep track of yourself and your vivid undulations
  
                 and never the possibility of afternoons where we could both
dissolve in pale sunlight, drink as though we have been thirsty for months,
                    laugh through the overcast and umbrage of delicate trees,

                                                    willi­ng to be silenced by the squalor of old desire
    in exchange for a new life but not so much promise in there, as there is still
               compromise in a sullen exchange of entrails where in one afternoon
of a  newfangled life, I may stumble upon you
        again in the crisscross streets of Makati, or while slurring in speech in Cubao Expo,
         to all the places you have filled with your tiny disappearances;

                        to God or machine who/that, keeps you here, stilled into this
  wondrous life, where absences shuffle and you
                        are the only one unharmed.

I don’t have an actual **** of a clue who I am anymore, I’m in a constant bizarre. Thought expo-rational, friend reducing path to anything but me. All too confusing. Especially bruising, that self proscribed *** kicking I’m inflicting. I’m illicit for a hand to befriend in the upmost fuckedest place a guy can. It’s like I’m running outta sand. Trying to catch the last grain. In the jar that’s encapsulated my life from birth-till now
But I’m present for lack of luck and the clock ticks on in gravity’s kingdom of ****..

how to whistle while washing ***** dishes
The island of we, the sumerians

sixty times the four fingers,
three count point
knuckle one,
knuckle two,
knuckle three, see it counting
to ten in base sixty

humm a little whatifery whistle,
what if, we need more
imaginary units to finish the proof, thus
we instructed
were
we not? Prove all things are not your
imagination,
we are in agreeing mind state, joined
at the bottom most
maximus grave ityness, the force
we must suppose
flipped us off as not a chance,

let it be. Me, my mind, I find, rests
in peace.
with no anger remaining prime motive,
get even,
get back, grow up, settle down, learn
the secret said to be revealed

as reversed veiling, un veil, one of seven,
as the dances were advertised,
hawkers, spy the curious child,
wink, a thought, think kid

seven veils and tied to a cross, with no
malice of fore thought,
this was here, in that hat, I thought was mine,
a mind field, experience, not

commonly taken from the sheet let down,
from the heavens
to the roof of the Khai Vinh fishnet factory
verified center
- glimpse
curious tracker on a water buffalo,
those look like oxen, may-i- those are the sign
sought,
like year of all the oxen out and free,
ball as bulls
give it a twist
imagine
castrata tata tooeee
the pace of evolution without the power
pens I use in my war with power
edgers, bubble
slicers, other wiser geysers, orange
is oranger than any carrot, if you knew orange,
as William and Mary institutes the truth color,
the other people's orangest of naranca
edge lit
ledgends told to begin sending the dancing
muses, as the sun is singing oranging
arranging
so much
so little, this touch, too light, to feel, fffixes the glow

green florescencing bit, you think it down
to scales,
we see. We now beings seeing and sensing below
the frequent measure mental device
we may imagine imaging in our shared timespace
- glaring screen
projected, light, and shadow, sent.
Sentiment, seeing Mayfield, Kentucky, and
knowing
that place was like, like
yes, the ideal Mayberry, USA, as depicted
in the youthful vigor of old Henry Ford, and
the dime guy, what'sisname, famous rich
dime giver, we all marched in his memory,
in the year of our Ford, Rockefeller, right
1954, oh, the allegiance, total troth, all
under god, and the trusts on the money
at the top of the eye,
watching featherweight angel judger try
-yy'alto lift ration, al flow
expo
exponential compounded interesting times,
by golly, it could be organzied
to see, perfectly strange,
as you
b n  -i-    odd number, at the end, I bet.
stand and ask what line is this?
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Some, somewhere, a point, at least
per haps may be made
plain as through nothing,

Hours pass.
Mother jiggles pills in her cupped hand.
The coloured stones
clink
clatter
clank
as in the palm of a beady-eyed buyer
at a mineral expo.

Hours scrape by
like the pills mother chokes down
her parched throat.

The sands prescribed by physicians
and pharma-cartels
shape mum like a Gobi dune.

Mum's morning marbles
are washed down with gulps from The Nile.
The Yangtze sits chilling in the fridge
next to bottles of Po.

I find her at noon
recovering pearls like Ama divers
crunching them like seeds
and moaning that the sea
is dry.

I count the hours
Mum can't call to mind.
I count the pills for her
and the hours wither by.