Jeremy P. Bushnell’s poetry has appeared in Shampoo and Zafusy. He has also authored Imaginary Year, a serialized fiction experiment which ran from 2000-2005 (archived at ImaginaryYear.com).In his spare time he serves as a member of the improvisatory drone collective Number None, and maintains a blog, Raccoon. He lives and works in Chicago, IL, and can be contacted at jeremy [at] invisible-city.com.
Lines are echoes of things. To
flower, apply an exertion—even
the smallest structures can be
measured as force. Observe
the “cellular Breton” in the cloud chamber.
Observe the needles and pins that inhabit
a ring of glowering apes;
a phantasmal episode at the mall,
the way the ending
the preparing of crops,
this memory of your unfixed face.
The kitchen; the frame
appetites snap and entangle
a “utensil of the head”
the keydrum has collapsed
into the future of harvest
another episode; a chance to organize,
You sang it on the hill
and waited for distress to answer.
O mayhem in the cells—
Significantly, no mountain rises
and no plane is ink-designed.
Significantly, the stormcloud
dangles its hairs, in action,
Sideways at the skinhead house
where a circle tops a sphere
(a whole theory waits here
to be decompelled). A whole target
waits, whistles, waits.
Punishing village: mosquitos and nets,
a scratched-out version of the other side.
Why no mindset? Why fly
at all? The resources, answerless,
collect in odd corners.
ALERT THE MEGA
Gold community Mobius forum suite question. Nero 6
solstice backup; thinkness, markers, patterns. Ray dynamics
are actually the automaton’s heart. The first pyramid you see
isn’t airshafted, it’s ramped, aimed at imperishable circumpolar
stars. The blessed dead lament for thee. A sound currency
is to be preserved at all hazards. Demonetized ingot-traffic
speech-ballooning among the quantity theorists, whereas logic and
history prove that seven prophetic “times” elapse in tidal
bore, in 220-volt
Royal orchid, vaselined into hormone paste, micropropagation
antics, radial inflorescence in the eye, green and bambino-purple,
capable of infinite resurrections. Big freaking giant starfish of doom.
Tons of mud, ash, and water—and porcelain, a pestle, Trina’s autosalon.
Try symmetry and see if you can stop viewing the supernova. My
immortal photo. Let’s fry that motherfucker: mail feces back to court
with the summons. This cheeseburger prepared on bun.
Advances in the broiler industry, midvale slag, all those in favor
treat the linen as contaminated. Oh arsenic, oh federation,
time for name six, calibration, gage, maintenance, this powered
parachute stars young
me to move to cell A-12 for the remainder of my stay.
I hung my torso off the bunk and did my routine again.
THE QUERY, IN TIME, WILL FUNCTION
A matter of generalization hierarchies. In beamtrees,
nodes are shown as stacked circular beams: where nested treemaps
use nesting to indicate a parent-child relationship, we use overlap.
The resultant stack of rectangles is saved to a folder
named “rectangles.” From these, we can implement a house
data structure, using the BUILD-HOUSE function. Adjust
L, B, W and H parameters for variety. The continuation
is shared with threads, twixts, and catches, the support
is non-trivial. New keys can be inserted by placing them
at an open leaf and percolating the element upward
until it sits at its proper place in the partial order.
Infinite sequence, rife with pronoms febles, Catalan
vowel, mid-high front unrounded. Phonetic ambiguity:
I’d like to offer you a nude eel. Live gymnotiformes,
with a lack of pelvic girdle, teem in the pools.
Sex dimorphism. Sex modes, general-purpose to
console, is animalsex picture. Directory interested?
Read and be interrogated.
HELP KORANIC IDENTIFIERS
Here a host of urban monads hover, like Armani,
or (more darkly), the violent conflict that created
the orders of valour and corps. Atavistic, troubling.
My father said nothing but I could feel him radiating
I-told-you-so’s down the pew. A kind of work
which you may call endless: she spins and weaves
and cuts with full authority. This type of X-Ray machine
is of no use. Iris scanners can be fooled by photographs.
"Pseudo images" of naked children enjoy a wide spectra
of fan base. "Drug mule" couriers are flawed and in jeopardy
character-wise. Condoms full of cocaine etc. This is
a closed industry, with lots of egos. Probably Tylenol PM.
Rock says the movie was in 5000 BC. Rock says he'll never
forget poverty. Konstantin Raudive, temporarily void and
censored, never opens. The Dolphin Tank opens instead.
Well we all know what happens next...Dolphin sandwiches
for the next meal. It's like their animations are battling
for dominance. A game can get corrupt, for no reason at all,
and you may need to sever. The things you once loved,
you will hate. The things you once hated, you will now love.
Every orthography corresponds to a single.