Copy is now complete.

dclxvi.
Your biggest question
whether or not
a toppling edifice

deserves to topple.

dclxv. (for Peter Gizzi)
If sun. If in
that part
of the world in which

wars happen. If worse
comes to light. If –
& only if –

percussion precise
yet
simultaneously

haywire.
If general unease,
methodical, & what

is it & is it
profound? If
catastrophic

sun un-
godly sun. If
worse to come, to come

to light. If –
only if –
acoustic fit

for hours
& hours each day
unheard. If I could

think & make
my thinking
felt. If I could

think of, clearly, sun. If
only sun.

dclxiv.
Paparazzi 'catch'
getaway: the
sweet life

soured. So -
heartsore - substitute
a plausible

future, all
atmosphere made
up of

martial arts.
Conception 'trumps'
revelation in

vision discussion
monitored. 'Where
do you

lose face?'

dclxiii.
Truth precedes
itself, and
makes a

fool - no
need to
fear the

source of
fear. Dozens
killed, again,

all on
rerun. The
next step

will be
sheer magic.
The sea

change will
change the
sea. There

is no
way (as
yet) to

program it.

dclxii.
An avalanche
of no
meaning. Another

red brick
house on
an un-

identified street
becomes terror
central. Scheduled

talks talk
around hope.
Strikes out

at interest.
A black
market economy

in history,
smuggled from
undersea sites.

Yet another
avalanche of
no meaning.

dclxi.
Lab rat
sacks frat
brat. Smother

the original,
safe and
sound. Lights!

Camera! Action!
Woke up
midnight, the

incessant flashing
sunlight.

dclx.
Build games in: recourse to rules
& umpires sets you straight (guess
which hand). Not vegan nor a

pumped-up athlete, I would
love to watch my images turn
cartwheels, eat raw meat, & die

an amateur's death. I would. . . .

dclix.
Certainly garnered attention
thrust upon & folded out
(muted by the backwash from

the mainland). I'd pick up the
paycheque (& the pieces), turn
pumpkin come midnight. Ask me

why the photos, c'mon, ask. . . .

dclviii.
'Our way of life.' Is it a
one-way street? Rampaging thru
the run-off, caught without yr

coat. "I pity no-one." Your
over-ample achievement
belittled now, belied: an

'accomplished public servant'. . . .

dclvii
You don't know enough about
where you are. Uplift your eyes
& see. And see the scaffold

shine. The Battle Hymn of the
Republic soars. The artist
of a thousand empty seats

lets you into his secret. . . .

dclvi.
Great events in the lives of
eunuchs. Provoker in ex-
celsis, tie a ribbon to

the victor, take a reading
of the weather. Hoist your first
advisor, emperor - re-

turn to bread & circuses. . . .

dclv.
Theatre of where? 'And I
would put you down.' Say so &
set it off: a landslide act,

a war-paint painted downward
path, past edges of the town:
a colouring - i.e. a

muddying - of the water. . . .

dcliv.
Of matters most disturbing
to the clergy. Of gale force
winds attempting to impose

a puppet state. Of such and
nothing, such is the recourse
of the remote. Plant tables,

chairs: enforce an audience. . . .

dcliii.
Own waste best waste. Stuff
no fortune-teller
could predict. Set in stone and writ

in water, water-baby. Buzzards gather
in large number,
say, 4567. Say it.

Factions clash as factions do.
Emotive hope, hot topics fail to set
light. Lie and be done with it,

buster.

dclii.
Sincere wind-up corrupts the
reason to. The motivating force
is not enough. Can we be confident

and still be here? The
lungworm and the heartworm
duel it out, the best

in every breed. Amid the
clues to flaws a double
entry: listen to the smoke. It

undertakes.

dcli.
'Never been
a better
time to

start counting
beans.' ''To
be' is

not for
you, faint-
hearted.' Nothing

ever heard
can be
trusted now

or ever
either

dcl.
Early Warning Signs:
"I bet you
poked little kittens

in the eye
& shit."

dcxlix.
Pointless missiles! Possessive
in the best
sense. Looks much

like an air-
brushed youth himself,
strictly speaking. Heir

to the whole
fixed panoply. 'Just
who will be

the next prime
monkey?' Mass appeal
denied all over

the world. The
fell arrival. Beaten
drum appropriate at

all times. 'At
once meaning and
event.'

dcxlviii.
A glitch, a
gripe, a return.
What comes next?

Its content? Rotton
or rewarding? The
blockade crumbled as

you were watching.
You, here, includes
I; I inhabits

you; inhibits you.
Nouns renounce identity
and suffer.

dcxlvii.
Fobbed reassurance grates
and reassures. 'What
our cameras did

next.' The fallen
idle: what the
rich & famous

do - and did -
and what it
means to you.

'A first for
the region and
the state.' 'I

don't imagine I
encounter.'

dcxlvi.
At a stand
still. What the
public wants and

what it gets:
the fountain at
the heart at

one remove. One
more cup of
coffee before I

go. Sped up
and shot down
town. 'What if

victim and perpetrator
were one?' The
coming thunderstorm the

size of the
end of the
world. An over-fancy

version of the
facts.

dcxlv.
We look there;
they look some-
where further: that

is how the
loop works: more
bombs, tanks and

keychains. "Accept a
personal salvation and
rid the compost

heap of slugs."
The totem king
of not enough

to eat.

dcxliv.
Easy and un-
feasible. What the
parlor saw, the

pantry. Rose the
flag, saw the
seeds, found the

lost files, the
mixed messages. What
the next one

wants.

dcxliii.
Far from where
things actual happen,
cushioned in a

country, buried in
a cushion. What
the people say

to systems, what
the system says
to people. Does

anyone invest in
peace, in all
seriousness? Does peace?

The motor thrums.

dcxlii.
A painful rhythm
to and fro
means nothing if

not transmitted. Not
transmuted. Not muted
or still audible

to everyone. Anger
released by beating
up customers. Dozens

versus hundreds. Open
field.

dcxli.
Row on row
on air. Life
is but a

drama: solid entreaties
turn the tide
from frantic to

inside out. 'How
to eat American
food wisely.' Pressure

to stop, pressure
to go on,
to go out

in something approximating
style. Nothing but
nothing but. An

immediate aftermath.

dcxl.
Lone flown online
launch. 'Some dozens'
down. And up

and away. And
about. 'You're looking
hot.' 'Thanks. So

are you.' Invited
evidence (explorer cannot
display wreckage). Screen

implodes without a
second move. See
yourselves, ourselves, of

late extreme.

dcxxxix.
Go to sleep
with rockets. Systematic
laughs online. Un-

pack the nonsense
meter. Float over
the lines. Words

are not fit
to bear arms,
to bear young,

to be on.
This weather will
admit of no

delay. We say
no way. We
say nothing of

import, or impact.
The grace of
matter rising.

What elegant
beasts. The doll,
the child, the

doll. While we
occupy a spot
behind the screen,

behind the world.
It's all a
matter of time,

a time of
matter, a foregone
conclusion, a sappy

ending. What we
have. A 'perennially
threatened decline'. A

present of no
future tolerance. A
coughing up of

final quarter.

dcxxxviii.
Wit where wit
is not to
be believed. What

a general let-
down. 'People can
be so disappointing,

can't they?' So
what lady. The
fist breaks down.

Luck unbearable. Suffering
right. To do
wrong. From a

safe distance (from
a sanctimonious perspective).

dcxxxvii.
The most delicious
object on the
menu. Another hot

load. As empty
as any pudding.
What really happened:

twelve experts examining
the relevant. And
turning nothing up.

Glowing orange. Feeling
great. The first
great hot favourite

'of all'.

dcxxxvi.
For those who
resent the vacuum
packed. For those

who like their
level play, who
wish the rubble

could clear itself.
For those who
want their shuttle

to fire rockets,
those ardent for
some reticent gory

denouement. Macro impacts:
micro amazement. Those
who sit around

and chew the
cud, who sing
wrongdoing, string themselves

upperward, wrongheaded blunderers.
For those all
cowed: all these

who count for
nothing
good.

dcxxxv.
Spoil the child
and spare a
rod. A floating

armature attracts a
floating vote. News
about news indeed.

'Stronger physical action'
promised. Getting up
to find the

remote. Wizened old
man knows earth.
Is capable of

hitting Alaska, 'real
and severe'. 'Overly
apocalyptic' discussions go

on unabated. A
baited fish diet
for compliments.

dcxxxiv.
A question not
worth uttering. A
great no show

worth waiting for.
A face-lift for
a million. How

to look good
flaccid. Keen to
thank the now

miserable host, looking
forward to appearing
again. As those

to be here
meant war.

dcxxxiii.
Underwhelmed by over-
bite: excess authority
pinpoints (a taking

up and putting
down). Decision, like
location, is a

landmark. A cynical
plurality fostered to
a point: a

talking up. One-
many once again
becomes a one.

A flashing farewell
('Or is that
under-bite?').

dcxxxii.
All you need
to survive: some
felt, a flashlight

and some animal
fat. Sum total
of annoyances and

grievances. 'An act
of asymmetric warfare
waged against us.'

What would be
the next best
word? 'Smart, creative

and committed.' Abandoned
to a narrative
you threw up.

dcxxxi.
Misidentify the three
main causes of
most unrest. Deep

lacerations to the
north and south,
the truth and

method. Method acting
just to pay
the bills, to

plonk the blues
down.

dcxxx.
Slap some meat
in the name
of art. Strong

features filter out
the lonely tones,
the bloody shuffle.

Feel the wrinkles
in time, the
heat of pain.

A life in
words a better
bet. The flies

buzz round and
this happens.

dcxxix.
Unrolling scroll. Emissions:
from another state
(preferally the greatest

of them all).
Get up get
out. The smaller

of the two
giants signs his
hand. Lived back

in the iron
age. A silent
birth. Scanners read

across pages, ad-
missions of a
corrupt nature, an

overflowing stream.

dcxxiii.
Assaulted her assailant
over again. A
wild bird. A

wild boy. Answer
questions to relieve
thirst. 'I hold

you responsible for
that.' For this.
'O, who can

take the pain
out?' O, who
can say? O,

who has handled
live birds here?'

dcxxii.
Some thing or
other. Some thing
to do with

time. Plans off
due to delays.
Delays off due

to truth. 'Hey,
even our shadow
wars have shadow

wars.' And isn't
that good news?
Debilitated lumbering beast

is some thing
or another.

dcxxi.
Order flashback retrieval
out of a
tight spot. Nothing

nice has ever
emerged from stolid
tones: get sharp/

sharper (nothing to
put our sandwiches
in). Any other

thing so tightly
wound.

dcxx.
Your happy clique
shot in back-
stabbing incident. A

railroad railroaded through
your skull. Soft
pickings on the

tarmac. Get hungry
get chicken, go
down south. Act

up.

dcxix.
What the thought
wanted. To step
up. To be

knocked down. Down-
sized. But still
to have the

final laugh. Ain't
that fair, the
last coyote sings.

dcxviii.
Taught taut &
at attention, flailing
flat on special

grounds. A spectral
hound. Envision it.
Hit bottom rock.

It may not
help.

dcxvii.
'A trap from
which you can
never escape.' A

suite that's sweet
in all important
features. 'Facts like

either/or scenarios.' They
never stay. 'Better
quality part time

business should be
encouraged.' Take seriously
the skinny saint.

dcxvi.
Guns and 'other
significant items' brought
home from the

trek. Take on
your own 'un-
fulfilling oath'. Shifts

of syntax not
enough to stem
flood. Chips for

beets. 'I'm watching
you, shape-shifting normal
petition.' One small

step / two for
the show / three's
a crowd. Insist

on supervision. Viv-
isect your viv-
aciousness. Thanks for

the next stage.

dcxv.
From the people
who bought you:
Rabbi flays Church.

Church gets a
new image. Image
holds up a

mighty placard: ten
percent off. No
stranger to adversity,

no planning for
the infamous: cater
for a growing

mound. 'Some of
them are getting
hurt and killed.'

So what? / Says
who? 'There's a
balance to be

struck.

dcxiv.
Would have been
today. Let her
into the house,

left. Failed to
keep to his
schedule. Got on

a plane. Got
off a bold
charge. Something wasn't

right. Refused to
comment on the
rumour. The rumour

refused to comment
on him. He
relented first.

dcxiii.
Working life in
ultrasound. Placed villain
against a strictly

black background. He
spoke up (&
stood down). Fire

fought with a
similar element. Landscape
fixture of park.

Perk up yr
workload. Payload. He
stood up &

spoke down. A
car in her
lap. Cure overdose

cartoon riot. Followed
by a buffet,
by a bullet.