Alli Warren

Guards demand we waltz the teeming hedge soldiers spread but can’t quell what wells worthwhile’s a made shape wafting about in the night so green all bright ornament and creamy delay I take off my hat I get off and walk O skin be strong expand rewardable range build steady wealth of shared play don’t end at lending nouns to property consult the ear consult the air claim common right to lick up excess as a lock’s for frisking a gale’s gaping gate they say the submarine which waves no flag is a violator vessel how soft its coax how smooth its thick white head adorned and anointed the bodies of my loves the fear grins of great apes

Flaunting in the atrium, ostentatious at the gates I saw a shooting star thru a window on Alcatraz Ave & cladding struck up against those who demand We stomach the stick and tend the commode They're selling trees in the paint store! trees in the paint store Datebook chips in the soft skin of our wrists On NBC, CNN, and NPR broken windows are weeping We'll have 35 apples and shrieking in the thickets Aloft in the air golden and golden the dial among the mounds So much is stunted in understanding of what a light can be They storm the scrimmage line and clear-cut bran and germ We want the petal unto itself, the unalterable vessel The arc end of the precipice grows 1.9% annually What was popular music like before the crisis?

I went to the city some days to learn my master's pleasure & laid fort at the farthest place where hedges are highest & terror of the obvious is a rosary of similitude Did you see some of the nudging? How did you feel about the nudging? Boats by water and wagons by land in active assistance in perpetuating fraudulent froth & hence with haste I've seen their mulchy tongues suck up every animate aim sweeping excess into piles the reserves and neocons administrators and representatives the preachers and deputies and yahoos and spodies In the evenings they come down from their operational sectors to kiss the children what terror is in them to keep the sugar boiling to restrain the wanderings as fragile and fictitious Did you see the tent on a stick? Did you see the architecture of gathering? I go to the city some days to gather what's left of scrubgrass There in the alley we converse Idris his love of fresh skim Ted his disdain for women their lack of banking Terrence and Will their concern for purity of pussy power precedes them sap-drenched & parceled across the land I go to the city some days I receive a letter Dear Comrades don't get it twisted never lick the hand that lashes you use beef when you run out of oakum

I arise around survival of the event as worse than the event The whole place surrounds the smell I take one step toward and ten paces back breathless with the mirrors with the fees and meters Feces I fax my demon family weeping on the bridge again My condition was induced as follows Releasing actual sales numbers, trying to mount the policeman or his horse tonguing captains manually strong simultaneous tendencies to approach and avoid appearance and avoidance Men come to my cherry doors to carry on about finance and cricket coaxing a cavernous oath wrestling natives into nestling My part is basically to hatch with regard for human dignity and life In my best foreign automobile stunting the stupor fronting us In order to love my country better I offer monthly meter readings I am filled with rhythm, passion and speed protruding in public popping my collar into a wreck My father sits me down Son, he says, don't let them enter your mouth I wrote a narrative about our collective pain and went shopping

Sound of the rain so I know there's constraint sound of the train so I know commerce has not come to a standstill now they raise the barrier now they set it back in place What coats the bottom of the surface of the sound when the swifts come in when the clerks come home who will bathe the children who will bake the bread when the luff is tight when the mainsheet starts the boat underway whatever you do don't let the tongue slip from its moorings what's that song? love lift us up where we belong I ate the pill and the pill was real

Sound of the rain so I know there’s constraint sound of  the train so I know commerce has not come to a standstill now they raise the barrier now they set it back in place What coats the bottom of  the surface of  the sound when the swifts come in when the clerks come home who will bathe the children who will bake the bread when the luff is tight when the mainsheet starts the boat underway whatever you do don’t let the tongue slip from its moorings what’s that song? love lift us up where we belong I ate the pill and the pill was real

I need help with long term hope I need help with the dawn of war and achieving my new year's resolutions This praise song and the problem of pornography structures this praise song as speaking placement I need help moving my chickens I need help with girl problem my dog, like, keeps marking the wrong areas? and my breasts this most pressing issue like choosing between best friends a distance problem involving constant acceleration and tethering glitches The party's all "descendant selectors, please!" and me I'm in my handspring visor and my bird plucking problem I need help with a bat script for parsing I need help with pricing with naming this praise song I said I seriously need help with the whole set up ASAP! so it's 40.08 /100.09 (grams of molecular mass of calcium carbonate) = moles of calcium then (moles of Calcium x .1973ml (convert grams to ml)) / 0.05 I got 1.580 ml is that right?

They pay me to lift the ball off the bat touch the slender hand and slip beneath the taut band I plant bulbs and mulch the mound I hone a group of black birds I do the simplest thing In unison with the trees people move as the sun moves He calls a seagull an eagle and I agree Across the pond they say I will I know this is a problem for the painter, etc. Tell me where to go if they ditch me mid-season tell me a word seeks its world Praise be to the upper lip of decision praise be to dumb clanking stems Everything is alive even you, floral loafer

Habits accrue in circular pattern and living occasion swollen among what the dead have to teach us So, ear, be an instrument for thought Tide, bring some little green thing to dust behind my eyes Touch the hotpoint and drag the tongue over the fat belly of a flapping fish Sticker book of farm animals Sticker book of ole timey cats What is life and how shall it be governed? With blind devotion and endurance in the impossible for guts in everything for roots in plain sight Share a lung Accumulate none Say hello to the crow There are certain chord progressions one should avoid

Dear Commissioner here are my directive accounts of genitals and cash now bring me your goods We don't live among fowlers Not all poisonous juices are burning or bitter nor is everything now which is burning and bitter poisonous Air is removed from the workspace and dispersed into the multiverse It's very strict metadata You get echoes and dropouts For the most part Juliet is gaseous now as a caucasian she gets it on the head and face and I move from hypocrisy to cynicism Cristal all over the face and neck concrete and glinting audible light on jumbotron marmalade for miles That good wood kept calling my name Behavior meet Behavior, Behavior meat all the social organs