NY, NY
two senses, being that you can’t come
back to the fact you won’t create
an ideology – be in a situation as though
you were worshipping yourself – retro-active
encoding of your traditions, bound by
blood so you can see the gap, don’t
illuminate anything so that the land’s
along with language, so it’s simple if you
squint too. Smile at me –
talk a little longer than I would have,
smile and clap a little over the top
of that intrusive absent jazz
draw from it whenever possible
give me all
yeah me too
I tell you before
to disappear
I wanted to give really, I wanted to give
outwardly confusing circulations.
the failure of modern Can-Cun to
materialise tiny portions of consequence
the young girl is free
benefit from touching me
with the liberal colour as
conclusion.
the failure of
the failure of propagandists
- the gentle terror of never
speaking in your own voice.
Allow it to grow and smother
in the end we’re left with
the implied question, what sort of
law? The day that killed the man,
reconvene in the same way, it
won’t cost you a battering
through your occupancy – the wall
is a betrayal, jaws agape,
in the atrocities we form some
sense of being a broad
question of the fact that we’re
father’s after Spinoza.
The necessary representation is
still concerned with an easy
claim to be seeming –
allright I’ll see you in an hour
the first modern pulse,
there was a recent re-appraisal
this is hopeful
just trying to save
myself
have a strong case
impulse
never substantiated, the teaching
of more than one,
manifest destiny – remove the
best tool as fundamentalist
answers echo like bats in
everything I want, try to ground
reality before it falls apart.
reified mysticism is the
original idea
vague premonition –
panic in the physical vicinity,
circle around a secret centre
with the fastest of you falling off
is the contemporary strong,
is what they do?
who else wants the example
after the affinity
it’s a lot of work
take and add
give yourself up to
l’estate c’est moi
my wife and child,
just a sec.
she’ll be allright,
you want to say.
Any discourse
so kind behind me
as long as they stick to the
tempers the humours will follow.
But maybe Wednesday
he’s more or less the fact.
That’s what everyone says
is part of their trajectory
and idealism is allegorical
and we just want the prophets
to sing of every little thing
we used to do - you and I which
is something Ezekiel didn’t
ever consider without his atonement.
here and now, you and I
this first moment sliding closed
parallel to me and half a world
apart, I see the supplement
I see you
a discovery of the self,
submergement and jump
I’m looking forward to honey
in that ring in
maybe a trumpet could help us
what do you think?
surprising?
it seemed so
briefly
as long as they bring out the benches
and burn up the pews we’ll survive
somewhere in the battlements
and barbicans of this funny
little memory lost of you.
sunrise is almost out
night is nowhere near,
he’s kind of like the wheel,
reinvent and shuffle the length
you felt, on average –
invert the duties translated,
give me back my pedestal
of course you can't see in
whether your intuition wants it
darling, it’s my journey
(historically speaking) the norms
aren’t happening –
what did she just sing?
why don’t I know the words?
that’s where the piano begins –
which aspects are the musical basis
to literature and abscess
in our departures, does this
flotation harden into substance
to draw your own readings,
wrapped itself regardless
those weren’t separate –
those weren’t this context
shaped by goings on –
some people
were supposed to
some people
were together, bound
trying endings
abolition
but then what you have is
the suggestions of control
guidance
questions
ascribe
sirens once again
minority cause.
where’ve you gone?
we should probably…
well
lost
this is so different for the
no longer devastating
refutation, better options
new options
autonomy
exoterically exactly
an importance between
tapering criminalities
city, rumbles
options tumbles right?
too be older
we sing,
allright
leave it be
one more colour
1:30
1:35
the number is
don’t worry
happy to see you
on that corner in
good luck maybe
good night
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