Be She and Yourself.

K Thru Tomorrow

I bite action and see thru blunt and thermal,
seen thru knowing ---- I am to test the blow
within my head and fan the too many givens.
There is this package next to her door.  someone
walks out of the future thoroughly incensed
and wonders about these squared off bodies
playing out their business.  Who says.  There
are no wheres to go, the internal organs
expand and contract to supervise heritagion.
I walk up to the door costumed carrying bag
in my pocket in marked existing.  They very
devote the manner, soft incessant understanding.
Now I am ready to be even and occasion variables
every speculation.

No matter the playful liquid seclusion.  “You
cant live inside cells or muscle the dram
of gut too many women have laid bare.”  In
talking to her inner ear they communicate
position.  Thin body bending over the flurry
of rememories-----
“You gotta be with him when you want to be
with him-----“

Inner ear suggests.  Small dog-like cat wiping
paws against the wet tree.  First birds and
leaves become each other and the autumn excludes
the English bachelor waking, an unnoticed
bystander under the weather, smart raining
sky makes a passing remark.

                                      -----When the
alone body journeys to the river to play talking
melody ocarina, this is the real life and while
he plays the air he closes eyes and feathers
his legs into lotus pose, sighs, screams,
sings, up-sad feeling, closes his eyes and
pictures himself at door, not knowing to knock
to looking thru window.

                                      -----The sky
thunders, the leaves and birds fly away to
dispose the tree.  “Who you will overcome the
plant peering under the stairs.
  The stairs
mentally plots a narrow rising movement and
as I step them, they ascend, but its twists
and rocking tension react suspended.”

-----This is motion.  The weather plays a
blunting rising role in the drama.  Everyone
who looks out their window looks blankly into
the past.  I look out my window and decay
rapidly.  the decomposition is swept away,
disposed, opened & put into the bag I carry with
me.  I have a hand in determining my knowing
and my involvement.  The gag chances size and color
and I hold it closely to me when here is not there.
I can do little to discourage the frame and sculpture
of building, but to lay under the pressure of the
enlarging museum, I take up female response, that
it my body next to here next to the cause and the
labor and the driven help.  The tree is wet and when
she climbs branch by branch falls away beneath her. 

Upward climbing continues and with enough trails
laid behind anyone can follow.  I put tomorrow in
a bag and held it under the floor of my house until
hers was a real life interact.  She continues to climb
and here steps longer and more forceful ascends.
They disappear from view.  The dog is chased by the
cat, nothing so much as wonder concluded the air of
decision.  Here with a gag of magic, trans from
apostrophe into bodily climax.  Laying panting or
even if tomorrow disappears there here is a bag
full, conscious rock of memory.

I like here apostrophe thinks to mimeself and this
as much as nothing melts him small and watered down
to dripping fantasy.  Here she stood next to the
river, the wet tree is swishing with wind and wild
raging plot.  He can be with her anyway, is gone
or not to be had and I know that  or fell in lost
behind.  Art wise opening will remain to be special
or flinging surprise happily into the air.  Please
explain.  Normal ragging to be in a hurry but this
is liquid and built up and I have many notions all
at once but they should not lose way or lose possibility.
Moral tomorrow is superimposed on every contact.

-----gently undoes my gripping torpedoed body.  We
are inside the museum and all this while people are
watching trying to understand.  They will not
and without understanding the human condition falls
aside and glimmer and new notions for tomorrow raise
the stance.  Here next to apostrophe and placed under
a limp serpentine bonding-----
Blood were thin enough to shade the feeling of always
losing footing.  The wet tree pretended inclusion
in the scenario.  As her climbs it for the incessant
escaping time I am calculations apart: we escape to
Mexico and her is first to drink water.  The trees
are already bare and dry and very uncertain to climb.
We are guests to our emotions and this wild building
amounts to losing yourself in lightly moving thru
the country.  We will see the landslide and nothing
but the equation between us provide warmth.

The yard is full of dogs baying at will.  Landowners
suppress their concern and this is well.  I no more
tortured than my suffering guru imagines.  The absence
of meeting is in place loaded and masterly taken
away.  Apostrophe begins by being taken for a loop
and as it tightens our brain and material of instinct,
the audience stands and roars with approval.  Apostrophe
gestures warmly toward her and every excited movement
musically connects.  The audience hears the difference
and we as spectators are taken for a ride.

mIEKAL aND calls Tristan Tzara from a payphone in Bucharest

mIEKAL aND is a longtime DIY cultural anarchist & the creator of an infoplex worth of visual-verbal lit, audio-art, performance ritual & hypermedia for the Macintosh, all distributed by Xexoxial Editions. His hypermedia works reside at JOGLARS Crossmedia Broadcast. Recent work has focused on activating online collaborative workspaces where writers & media artists can create collective digital works in a real time environment. Recent books include Literature Nation with Maria Damon, published by Potes and Poets Press and advancienced snakespeared published by extant. With Camille Bacos, he has producted 2 visual-poetry digital films, ...entré pyrobiblios... and The Samsara Laundry which has been shown at festivals at Harvard & Notre Dame. Since 1991, he has made his home at Dreamtime Village, a hypermedia / permaculture village project, located in the driftless bioregion of southwestern Wisconsin. And devotes much time to creating edible wilderness indoors & out, growing such things as figs, citrus, cherries, grapes & chestnuts. 1998 marked the creation of THE DRIFTLESS GROTTO OF WEST LIMA, a permanent public grotto/park/installation which when finished will feature a bird-operated time machine in a 25 ft blue glass tower.


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