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⭕️ San Francisco Poetics ❌ continuum of nocturnal circumspect ❌ emerging expectations ⭕️ including specialized memory patterning ❌ manifold lyrics & impressions ⭕️ sequences marked by event chains ❌ our motto: Subjunctive Mood Rules❌ in 300 characters
Inner anguish such a problem won’t it ever vanish

Maybe that’s what the light
Brings in when you’re not

Looking forward w/direction
Lost wandering aimlessly

Harken to old photos
Harken to hipper days &

Who done it scenarios
When the bottom drops

Out of the best forward
Trajectory toward hope
December 1, 2025 at 3:12 AM
Stylishly flashy at first
Then the recompense

Don’t let titillation for glam
Outwit your inner home

Body sense of you relaxed
In a moment in good stead

I suppose I believe all those
Tibetan tales sung by sages

At least that’s what I am told
If you believe classy riffraff

I can tell you now
December 1, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Look how I can’t foresee
The past but what a gift
Unknown second
Guessing the future

With a fury that plucks the
Delight from a
Vagus nerve

And we end up dancing all
Night to some great
Hillbilly violin or saw
From a record your grandfather listens to

“Ain’t life grand!”
— Clyde Barrow
November 30, 2025 at 5:06 AM
I’m watching one of those English movies filmed in 1960 you really can’t tell exactly but ya the 60s when in black-&-white everyone talks Italian sipping cabaret from goblets
candles flaming on the table

I think it’s some sort of horror story but I can’t be sure. Time will tell.

O a puppet !
November 30, 2025 at 4:49 AM
Unpleasant experience
Unfriendly circumstance
Unfortunate becomings

Will happen
So weigh

Your
Possibilities

Well
November 30, 2025 at 4:38 AM
I keep forgetting that
At 43 or 44 the ole
Nipping at your heels
Death thing isn’t so stark
& omnipresent as at
78 or soon to be 79 but
Needless to say the music
So myself & magical
Outside that self will
Soon to fade & yet there
That rare enchantment
Lingers. Music tonight—late
Autumnal
November 30, 2025 at 4:28 AM
It’s a slippery course
Of action this
Thing called

What’s the best appointment
You can make for
Love’s brief encounter

With enchanted chants
Orgiasmic brief encounters

Quick side glances fantastic
Chances at getting it right

Even in the most awkward
Of those brief chances

O may this song
November 30, 2025 at 4:21 AM
What needs to be heard
Which hasn’t been said?

What do you want me
To ask or even say?

All I know for sure is
With a candle flame

I am right at home
& not alone

I remember him
He’s the one

Who writes & wrote about
It in beguiling twinkles

Of humor & style &
Sassafras

It being
Splendor
November 30, 2025 at 4:07 AM
You cantaloupe

Feels good & good for the body but I think it’s too late to go to bed & I’m not feeling well so I’m just trying not to be too hard on my head but I’m just tired so I’m going home now where I’ll see if you can come & see if I have time tomorrow or a tomorrow I don’t want to be so
November 27, 2025 at 7:24 AM
November 22, 2025 at 10:26 AM
What can I do
But think of you

Even in the dark
What a great time

We will have cleaning on
Thanksgiving or

Deciding which book goes
Which stays

What does language
Look like

A child learning to
Speak then read

I’ll be home
Any time

Waiting to see you
Again

In want &
Need.
November 22, 2025 at 9:21 AM
November 21, 2025 at 10:05 AM
Offering a thumbs up
His offered modulating
Bridge unwinds briskly
In arpeggios

A fist pump
Clapping
Bragging

A job well done

Such a
Coda

Quite a guy

Lightness

Blue

A deep gratifying
Sigh
November 21, 2025 at 10:03 AM
Wallace Stevens’ Titles
Hands down the best
Of any probably of all

These are happy actions
Happy to share with others

Call a “mind meld”
Remind him to play Canasta

Urge others to play, too
Give away to gain

That’s where Catfish
Are jumping

In your past future tense
Like a children’s game
November 21, 2025 at 4:07 AM
This is clearly something I need to learn from

This is clearly something I need to hear

Clearly you’ve been this
Way before.

———————

Constellation

———————

Aurora borealis

———————

Come hither

———————

Comeuppance

———————

Surgical precision

———————

You will find what you’re looking at
November 20, 2025 at 7:42 AM
November 20, 2025 at 6:45 AM
Clemens Godenstötter

What direction of intent
Do you see us going in
November 20, 2025 at 6:44 AM
The barrier
Prevents
From flowing
Finer experience

Efflorescence
Efforts
Effluent levels
Hardware
Hardwood
Strapping good time

Hang on what
A ride say ah
Remain when you
Are you
Notice anything
Interesting
Here?

I was fortunate
Enough to
Take on this
Role

I’m hungry
After
November 20, 2025 at 6:28 AM
November 20, 2025 at 6:02 AM
Lyrics are where you
Write between the lines

I don’t want to
That moment passed

You’ve clung to glory
Like it’s a substitute for

Failure you can’t miss
Seeing that you have

I am a failed human
Experiment written

Across your forehead
You mustn’t be so afraid

Of sounds outside
In the street
November 20, 2025 at 6:00 AM
Embodied being
Came up at the office

The subject separated
The men from the boys

Who were hired expressly
For lunch

That & an animal nature will do

Everything else is adolescent anime

Practicing embodied
Time for the

Hereafter
Flies in the
Face of reason

Be sure to quote
A movie
November 20, 2025 at 5:23 AM
Why can’t you
Get it through
Your head the

Best person to play is
You

Although you will look like everyone else.

That’s a clue

A minor miracle

A dream come true

Yea
Yes

It’s true

The Elixir

Makes

It

Only seem so

Who writes like that

?

As

Unfolding

Is want to do
November 20, 2025 at 4:52 AM
We may proceed
Nothingness will
Not stop you from
Beginning foolishly

Again

Tonight’s play will
Be Rumpelstiltskin

In a new production
Starring faith healers
& warm bodied

What some call
Spirts of true realms

Guarded with music
With repetition of

Intent

In a minor key &

Prussian blue sky
November 20, 2025 at 4:27 AM
“If you like I’ll sit up
With you.

Stuck as I am in the viscous pool
This red goo

Relinquish
Your name

When did happiness
Beckon then become

Ask John Donne about
Fleas in love

Ask the music when

In place of another
We will ask you:

What can you expect from selling years

to Poetry?”

.
November 20, 2025 at 4:16 AM
I am not so much
Myself tonight

I broke all the rules
Now I must pay

Broke again
So near the peak

Without fear
Drowning in open air

Afraid of travail
Hopelessly in love

Some raindrops tonight
Not much but

Feels like autumn
Is nearing a depth

Apples in season
Where are the new words
November 20, 2025 at 4:04 AM