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PREAMBLE

you moved

hence i saught

i found you

So now i sing

the thesaurus

JOURNEY TO THE THESAURUS

Got to the mountain door

The precipice of the doorway

Was throbbing with white

antlers and earthy jangles

Parked my red car on the side of the road.

Wind and dust. I’m holding a camera and take a picture of a flower

No no I see my reflection in the side of the water

Let’s be honest:

I haven’t been sleeping or eating. Something is wrong. But what is the risk of safety when the risk of pleasure is dawn. I write this in a dark room.

tumors / laundry / jewelry / polling

My phone screen is cracked. I liked seeing the boys together. A sweet amongst.

Everyone but the choir is dismissed

Standing in their satin robes the choir

Some leaning this way and some leaning that

Bobbing their heads like apples

Singing in the choir singing for bread

The bridge and the scrolling and being dead

Sing for your neighbor and sing for your kin

Sing for a life lived without Parabens…………

Listen to the sound of the foil sheet

How pretty methinks

Listen to the sound of Connect 4 Tokens

My arm is My thumb is tweezing

I forgot I had a neck

I thought my hips were rocks

Weighing down my pockets

__ tense these hands.

Golden moment

annoyed

passengers

regard the

white-painted face. Squatting on the platform, he ardently licks a transparent object filled with everyday articles

the prototypical precursor to business

Rubbing brain with steel wool

keying out the color blue—what was once the sky

I zip lined into nothingness

It was like a reward

I was doing things as fast and big as possible

Even dying:

The smell of a retirement home,

School cafeteria mixed with death - warm

like spaghetti remnant in the sink or like how licking a pot that has been cooking

spaghetti 100 years would taste

My electric shaver lost wifi signal

Study jellyfish

They are portals

With halos

A monkey twisting and squeezing a rag

A star is a ring

pulsing blue on the inside

A star on the outside looks like an eye

The sun is an eye

This is because one catches light and one emits it

Light has shaped them

All night i stayed up lucubrating

now find myself lucifugous

Half an eye a lune

Half a moon a loon

“At night he always stayed inside, in his hut with no windows, and always burned candles. Even so, he could feel, on clear nights, the moonlight bathing his roof and walls, the feeling of it rising inside him and flooding into his eyes, making them cold, so that he had to stare into a candle to warm them.

If only, he thought, he could turn into a shadow, then he might go out into the night and enjoy it, his shadow self absorbing and digesting the moonlight, his blind shadow eyes safe from it. Yes, that's it, he thought, I must become the night, for then I can contain the moon inside me rather than be engulfed by it.”

(flashlight under chin ominous)

Loosh the adrenochrome of the archons

Our nuclear bombs - they were proud of our crafts

They began to visit

They hung them up on The Freezer Door………….

The matrix is a womb

The matrix is a mother

A “mominatrix”

simply that which gives origin

AT LAST ARRIVING AT THE THESAURUS

Contemplating the elite

Treadmill reciprocality

The bluffing accords

Sheepish

Memory quench

treasure

Horde

Anything valued

Abdomen surfactant

Factory mollification

Boutique facsimile

Dignified confetti

Doom confetti

prosthesis fetish

Promethean sconce

Forfeit theses

Hypothesis justification

Fictive orifice

Rectified profits

Faceted bodega

Petrified euglena

Put it in your chest

This Prosperous cause

This Restroom universe

This Profound bikini

The Gentlemen accord

treason

Poison

Breach betrayal

Deliver surrender

Hand it down or give it up

Dare to give tradition

Both transmissions

Traitor

A missile

A short stroke in a drawing

A drone strike

A drawing of life

Pulling out distinguishing qualities

Through a pink tract

A duration dragging

I specialize in excellence (affirmation)

My discipline is a baby

On a Maltese streak

Should i add an anecdote?

Condone an antidote?

With myself I had entered a peculiar agreement. I would gag myself and I would make the most terrible wretching noises. Choking coughing gasping tears running down my face. I suppose I liked being seen like this and desiring myself for it. My most disgusting side still has value. I thought. My most base, horrific ugliest self is desirable. By myself, nonetheless! Surely this was advantageous, a side of it had a meaning of great importance that was yet to be discovered.

I breathed through the traumatized canal that was my throat. I remembered life there. An autofellating out of the throat chakra blockage I had been experiencing.

I could sing like never before. I could see things I used to not be able to see like the glimmer inherent in yellow paints and inert stars during the daytime.

I am Dorothy Eudora

I am a gift from God

I donate my surrender

called Pandora’s dose

Its the remix to ignition

Hot and fresh with perdition

Well endowed fedora

Followed by a fedora mandate 🙂 

Vendors and renters thrive

I felt as if I could get it down far enough and keep it there. Something would occur to me. I knew it was futile. But to me that was part of the fun.

Maybe it’s like when I’m sick I fear throwing up and I used to hold it back out of fear because I hated it and how it hurt and burned. And so I would try to conquer the urge instead of let it be. I should have just thrown up and gotten it over with. I feel like conquering my gag reflex with a cock in my mouth is like this. If I did so I’d be very powerful throat Chakra mercurial domain gemini etc

tremor

Terror quaking

Involuntary reintroduction of Latin

Chase away the Shaker

Brandishing your departure

youve got Escape fever

chattering teeth–clattering dice

Quiver

Living is trembling

Anaerobic quickening

Couch biome

Survival in a zoo

Whiskey vivarium

Macrobiotic Quicksand

Ampersand Colonel Sanders

Androgynous anodyne Antarctic

T. (Oedipus) Rex

train // Drops of Jupiter

Lining them all up for

My friend Thomas Mann

Fundamentally a train delays

The retinue of its skirt

Resistant to Locomotion

Discipline = self manipulation

Like Molding a branch or vine

I would like to use it

to graft with you

I am pointing a gun

I am aiming to fit myself with a regimen

Of robust performance exercises

I do not read the Atlantic as an

Information Ascetic

Has anyone placed the gymnasium center of civilization

Pugilist intern on A protracted bicycle

Self portrait as the

A is feminine

The is masculine

That is the divine gender of grammar

Not picky like this or that

That is masculine

This is feminine

The

suspends

The

Excepts

The is not distinguished any more than A

Don’t get adverbial with me

That which is far away is masculine

This which is close by is feminine

That is to a degree or even an extent

That is extortion

This is contortion

This is the shape of a torus

Lest the hoi polloi

For the nonce

Of the the ilk:

Thilk

T 20th

Last of the Phoenicians

Consistent but suspicious

The brand of a thief

Close friend of S and C

In a situation ship with X

You Coerce T

You Coerce, T

t 20th

a cross across a tea

cross your ts

don’t cross your ts—cross them

exact a tally

amidst the wents and wants

You mark place

A bit of a square but not quite

A T you know is always right

A tingling in the thymus

Proportionate but no basis

A power line — or two

both Jesus died on

Crucify me on the Hill

Stake out my misery

An extinguished rod is not a torch

Its a stick; It could be a crossbow

wood

That’s the truth

Olive, citrus, sycamore, birch

OK

A ray of light

Slow light

A bit of a bumpkin

On it sits a porcelain crane

Doing its makeup and arithmetic

In its ivory toner

Nostalgia is immanent

With looks in crannies

We could strike a bargain

We could discuss terms

If I could act toward anything

I could conduct myself

But it will not pass through me

Whatever I (t) is

it can’t manage I

It is not feeling treaty

But it can regale with food and drink, holding expression in high regard for It affords much pleasure when it mocks I

No one can agree on the ego

What it is with it

Always slightly therapeutic

We would need better handwriting to address it properly

tent

A thin detention

Contains intention

A kind of larva

stretched over poles

skin A Hanging tapestry

taught tendons

tendrils of A catatonic baritone

A liutenant reigns

Tense but tender

A sitar is playing

Tantra on a hypotenuse

Its tentacles…

monotonous as a tray

A low rim

A measurement of corn

Steadfast thus underneath

Like everything before and after it

A vessel for ash or tea

Betrothed to Dante

I save my saliva in a trough

Not a salver

Who are you calling a drupe

I shelter in rhododendrons

There is truth in enduring trigonometry

Tooth socket

Use a coaster

Betray then scuttle away

as tenor

The general meaning

The prevailing course

The drifting purpose of a thought

Saying meaning

Holding continuing sense

An uninterrupted holding

A strain of Chief

Purports temporal

Pitch and direction as tenet

What if Creed was more tan

What if Creed was from Mississippi

What if the orange belched the onion for a change

I am a hero with Tenure at the Dogma school

I am Maintaining the third person in gospel

It is a always stretch

All understanding is

as tenants

A title of A possessor

Firmly grasp it

Now Cultivate it

A renter is a kind of vassal

We need to form more tenant unions

Boycotts work

The yanking of the vile veil will reveal all evil

as trampoline

Temple of trample

Traipse pad

Stretchy stilts

Y axis vagrant

Who you calling tramp

My ship takes cargo where it pleases

I wasn’t a promiscuous woman until 1922

Rolling swan

Toilsome

My vocation is enemy

On anger patrol

Osmosis is a honeymoon

Reproach is key to evolution

The grail was always a scheme

as treader

Recount the steps in paths untrodden

Everything is a sort of trap

Pressure with the foot

Round and round the tires

Why apply when you can punt,

traverse

Orphaned in Memphis

The only way out is another form of a cross

To throw ass would be vulgar

Transient in its laying acrosses

More and more people are becoming hoots

Research Montana

Or criss cross it

You were my neighbor

You were on thin ice

On the second story of your house

You looked like a tater tot

No you looked like my tater tot keychain

I hated you or at least the parts like me

I don’t remember your mother

You lived close to the pond

Our pastoral surrogate

I only visited you once

You still collected your toll

So go run your election blog

its a travesty

Let me introduce you to traffic

You are trespassing on my tranquility

With your Burlesque transfixion

Disguise transfusion

Beyond over

Let me hit from the back

Let’s accelerate the pause

starts fucking like mad.

Clothed to dress

The nectars of thrashing avatars

You get one clue

Do you pick philosophy or Jesus

Trunk of the nostril

Arguments on the threshold of being an attorney

History is the consequence of glamor

A contrite detour

The contour of my diatribe

tailor made

Retail is Heavy stuff

pasquinades

Stitching stone

Splitting a twig into splinters

Your talons on wined palms

Marriageable (Suited to fit my needs)

Goddess of youth and knuckles

Her grand design

the trial

Experimenting with denial

I am trying to balloon

Immediately to determine the wind

er… It will remain figurative

Minstrelsy

Triplets on a leash

Waltzing the halcyon

Reciting the opus

3 strikes a treble chord

The chord folds

One more than two

As digits do

As garnish I am

Neutered on the trellis

Shale blush made of multiple powders

as I am Relieved of my trimmings

a sigil (Triptych form)

Equip with warning

Strengthen through removal

Prepare for amputation

of trust

Pine wood warrant the aperitif

Discover the garage

I can guarantee a handkerchief

Help!

Comfort me

Trust is a comfort Truth is not

Trust is not the truth

it is belief.

Cartel of hope

Confide in my fiancée

an Excerpt:

A friend is a promise

No counterfeit facts

Straight to the target

Say “sure” to all truces

Now that’s a soothing verdict

sucking a trucker

I take load after load

As if motorized

It is a form of bartering

we deal with/in it

How do i convey the canon

Conveyor of vegetables, belts

I will dance

(Move in a cool way)

With assonance

Promulgation of empathy

Tailgating the met gala

Check out my empathy rig

Suckle back on my truckle

My trucker identity is a curtain

Manned by elves from Pluto

Death or lorry

At trucker school I was a truant

Soft and gay

More Mommy than Mary

A regular Glamour candidate

I beg of you darling

tug my wretched slinky

Shirk your fiddle duty

and mollycoddle me

No showing off your skulking

Keep concealed your jersey cake

Pampered handling the favorite ducky

Trebuchet

Trouble Torpor

Torpedo Trip

Tripe Tron

Tretinoin Treacle

Tripura Trireme

Tristan Tzara

Trids (silly rabbi kicks are for)

Trick Trifle

Trill Treacle

Trombone Tropics

Trowel Troll

Tremendous Tremolo

Trend Trench

Trenchant Trepidation

Trespass

Move to Discussion Boards

I am going to make a discussion board post for each week where you will post your poems. You can use the original collaboration document, or you can create your own. Make sure the SHARE settings are set to “Anyone with the link can access” and have it set to “comments” as well.

They’re experimenting on my boyfriend

With an insulin detector

Blood and urine samples

Pictures of all the food he eats

Every empty plate

Next to a tiny chessboard.

His eyes are like sea foam,

his nose is like rain, he bats

a lash or a baseball bat

as the Spring Solstise advances

My am i

I am tormented

The world is harrowing

It is as if I already considered myself as bones and triangles

And then my lungs burnt

The state ravaged in wildfire

My face flushed like a rice field

Or a toilet

I despised school

It was pretentious

Bad for the heart

Everything had to mean something

And be justified

… Fair enough

I spent the days drawing collarbones

Wrapped in feather boas wearing hair swaying high

u rock!

keep it up :)

whatever you’re doing keep doing that unless its evil then stop

stopping at a red light

the police officer roamed

the streets hunting for lice to eat

Happiness is frightening to him because he hasn’t figured out how it’s not a cliche

Need there be ways?

Need there be pinecones fallen on hither branch?

Need there be salt in the sea breeze?

the shrine on its back

It hooks to cameras philosophy

It’s repugnant to mention poodles

What am I hiding behind

What matters to me…

Hmm….

I can’t decide….

I truly can’t decide.

I feel like I don’t have a heart.

Castaway

I wish there were a coconut tree,

Seagulls to harass me,

Sharks to make me feel afraid.

And stars to keep me grounded

But I am in the desert island of sand

Where cloudy skies obscure celestial lights

I have been building tombs to live in

Underground with heavy stone tops.

I’m waiting for us to be saved

The first raft was never seen again

The second raft was never seen again

The first rescue ship turned around

The second rescue ship turned around

The hurt I carry turns my cheek to tulips—my temples into my brain, rouged behind the eyebrow on the side of the head where you die if you get hit by a pipe, there is where I feel shame

I feel it in my pinky

It spreads

Up my hands

now my hips are dreaming

In my stomach there is a yellow pit

there I look for hunger

who never hides too far in the dark

My Fundamental domain

The point

on a cone is called a cone point

It can be extended forever into a cylinder

An outsider from above sees the picture unchanged

Inside the cone the line is straight an outsider sees an arc

We can mend the cut by stretching and gluing the edges

The position of the imaginary cut is arbitrary

Look through the cut and see a copy of the wedge

Wedges fit together neatly

Usually there is only part of a wedge

The light rays come from several directions

Each direction is real

Now the cone is a plane with a single point removed

“Through” it one sees an infinite passing of cars

It is one car repeating

On the infinite slab

Life with a single line removed

But I’m not trying to tile hyperbolic space

I’m not trying to fly a plane

I’m trying to file a Title IX report with the Department of Rhombic Dodecahedra

The problem is I have nothing to say

No truth nor clarity

It’s no use

Precisely no use

May my words be an empty envelope

You can put whatever you want in it

all sizzle no steak…

since steak rarely goes in an envelope.

When I hold her playing the harp in my hands—

The strangest thing

Deep meditation

Tingling sensation like my fingers were curling up at the pinky

Again

I couldn’t feel my hands

so I stood up

So much murk was released out my neck

I could finally breathe

It hurt

YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT OUT OF THE THESAURUS !!!

UNLESS YOU PAY ME $5 for selfhelp classes~~