and today

i wonder if I can be helped
i am so powerful, in my opposition

there is no one to blame except everyone
who has anything to do with all this

this is where I have to start 
with my arms wrapped around everything

today I see "goodyear" anew, the winged foot

hermes in burbank, in its exile (august)

hermes emails me a confirmation

when I pay to park at school

medeival prosperity casts

big commercial shape

shadow, googling

shade in LA

giving up before the page loads and

i guess, i'd like to start over with time. in larger pieces. i understand the value of living minute to minute, to step inside the small increment and comprehend its frame...or, to use the small increment as permission to renounce comprehension? perhaps there are different time scales for different purposes. this is confusing, and the for the purposes of confusion, go big?

but when big ends at 11 minutes of hot metal

how to swivel, images between me and everything 

my laptop melting into a pile of metal recycling

my laptop won't stay open for any online

appointment: same day vulcanization

for the morning i kept believing i was younger--

real?summer

I came across a sort of star 

or moon based prediction that said 

talkative, big, horse, g

[g] for key, the piano on the front porch

played in a thunderstorm

the trees harvest the fog and

we the AC-- spiral the fans until 

the clouds eat the sun

spiral the fans until the clouds eat

the light at a slow pace

I was eating the sun

and it was light a slow pace

he never gave the light divine attributes

but shed it on the other thing, suspended

yellow pages for maché or pranks

the sun got numberless and radiance multiplied

color became an interior red 

koolaid in dark green 

June with death in it

the angel entrance to the elk path 

you enter top right and cruise 

the place for proof of life

something unadorned worth circling, 

a round envelope of emergency contacts 

and other types of angels

supine, ascendent

for years it was you who captured my attention

but now that grip is loose, and my attention 

has shifted to the years themselves

my free will redistributed 

and when my love gets beneath its word

and liquid, I can delete you, finally

draw your name for whole clocks 

every pain and every joy, every thought and sigh

this spider and this moonlight between the trees

would you not curse the demon you spoke thus?