MACGREGOR CARD
MAGENTA BURANA II

for Corina Copp



I


                        a blow-dryer
                                    pink at all costs
                                    slowing down
                                    in a casual way

                                    halo
                                    ex-dark halo
                                    pop

                                    biodemonic
                                    american
                                    hair

                                    I must be smiling
                                    or

                                    I must be smiling
                                    hard

                                    All of this occurs
                                    and it is spring

                                    The festival it situates
                                    is living

                                    We’re complicit
                                    to rejoice



                   Did my vine crown
                                    yes, look affluent ?
                                    It did, I had to be erect
                                    I was in crowns
                                    and could not mute
                                    their affluence,
                                    I looked effective
                                    and confirmed this
                                    to the world, to clarify—
                                    I blessed the world
                                    with confirmation of
                                    my affluence

                                    but then I stopped
                                    and luxury sped past me,
                                    and I squealed as if
                                    a bald man given nothing
                                    and I lost my pace,
                                    you could not mute
                                    my deprivation,
                                    I had only used to move

                                    and even my depravity,
                                    my fashion,
                                    far away and getting on
                                    in rage, preferred
                                    to speed through appetites
                                    without me
                                    and turned brilliant
                                    in the sun


                hot pink audio cinder


                                    co-before us
                                    ray, gloom, ray, gloom, ray
                                    
                                    meds/woods
                                    meds/woods/meds/woods

                                    wheat/hay
                                    wheat/hay/wheat/hay

                                    rat/kit/rat/kit/rat/kit
                                    rat/kit

                                    copper, no brass, video, polished, coal
                                    anchovy, coal

                                    polished, video, taffeta, kelp
                                    anchovy, taffeta, coal

                                    taffeta, kelp
                                    video, polished, taffeta, coal
                                    anchovy, coal
                                    polished, video, taffeta, kelp

                                    taffeta, video, kelp                     [inhale]
                                    taffeta, coal                            [exhale]
                                    sabbath, taffeta, video, coal            [inhale]
                                    kelp, taffeta, sabbath                   [exhale]




                                    must-have mars red bag of judas

                                    red clean bag of autumn judas

                                    people’s bag of fall






II


                        a blow-dryer
                                    having a portrait
                                    done to you
                                    marked
                                    by a playful
                                    exact
                                    position of service

                                    lie in a heap
                                    rise from a chair

                                    a physically tall
                                    glass of gel
                                    has gone arid
                                    salon
                                    in the quadrant of intercourse

                                    done to you
                                    talk to me


               Venus knows the prong
                                    that never bars
                                    my door

                                    to people
                                    serving people at a bath
                                    that heap of
                                    almost celibates
                                    juicing vino 
                                    easily

                                    the awful lover
                                    bolted
                                    hard against me
                                    as the door
                                    against the meager rain
                                    of sober jupiter

                                    I’m never sure
                                    day of the 
                                    beast or rest ?

                                    ammoniac smell of rabbits
                                    bathing at a rest-stop

                                    arches, semens, gardens
                                    passenger weeds


               hot pink audio cinder


                                    We’re complicit
                                    to rejoice—
                                    I am your feeling
                                    that we share
                                    and it is common
                                    I am yours

                                    I’m even living
                                    to do what to you
                                    I all am

                                    try imagine
                                    tightening how that feels

             depress the harp button
                                    its laughter is abrasive
                                    it’s not wrong to chafe
                                    a high-gloss, disaffected 
                                    meadow, or to face 
                                    the consequence of sunlight,
                                    being governed,
                                    try to put your finger in the air

                                    depress the harp button
                                    and smudge 
                                    the pleasant flattened panes
                                    of forest elements, a printed brook,
                                    a printed maiden chorus, smudge,
                                    go long, not physically
                                    but with a boyish inhibition,
                                    god and joy, so light !

                                    all of this occurs
                                    and it is spring,
                                    the festival it situates
                                    is living,
                                    if I spin with malice
                                    I’m all young now
                                    feel me ?
                                    you’ll go down



                                    polished, video, taffeta, sabbath
                                    anchovy, taffeta, sabbath
                                    video, sabbath	

                                    anchovy, taffeta, video, kelp

                                    ray goes slack in a woods
                                    ray goes slack in a forceful bladder
                                    rays all over the goods
                                    family, medical, history, folder			[inhale]
hot-pink audio 
cinder

rawhide tennis 
cuff

gore-tex cocaine 
straw
                                    Is your vibrator
                                    morse or flare ?


                                    “try not”
                                    “to watch”


                                    the dark red cabinet of fruit
                                    is for the company


                                    the spare internal
                                    vee-shaped
                                    argon

                                    strobe unit
                                    is for
                                    the
                                                    
                                                BLACK    LUCITE    HOSPITAL    LECTERN






III


                        a blow-dryer
                                    biodemonic
                                    american
                                    hair, I like
                                    hellenic seattle
                                    in the
                                    renaissance
                                    the very 
                                    incontinent nature 
                                    of feeling

                                    truant
                                    in a pentamunicipal field

                                    “not now”
                                    “at night”

                                    no park has
                                    a variety
                                    of grass and trees

                                    whenever it occurs
                                    to you

                                    to see a world that seeing
                                    neither cuts or finishes
                                    completely, not a winter
                                    or a blade, a dissipation
                                    into lights, colored without
                                    harmony or with design,
                                    no praising looking, and no
                                    praising fucking looking
                                    and no praising, and no
                                    fucking looking,
                                    and no looks
                                    no praising fucking looks
                                    no praise
                                    no fucks
                                    no looks

                                    don’t be afraid
                                    to swear
                                    and be compliant

                                    you don’t have                     [exhale]
                                    a fortune                          [inhale]
                                    I don’t have                       [exhale]
                                    a fortune                          [inhale]
                                    we don’t need to                   [exhale]
                                    be together                        [inhale]
                                    fucks                              [exhale]

                                    most of us know
                                    an idiot
                                    who writes fiction






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