Zach Houston

it was fruit
but truth is since
it doesn't rhyme smells
edible citrus crush trust
mother nature to cure thirst
and hunger by the simplest means
possible falling from the sky
and growing from seed to being
seasonal

riNgs
are desigNed
to return like
seasoNs aNd screeN
doors are supposed
to breatH tHroug
two people usiNg tHe
 same sacred liquid
  fluid Not wet
   water love
    air aNd
     eros
    orbit
   we will
  still be
 waitiNg Here
iN tHe summer more

not quite a park

 because that does

  injustice to parks

   mamiming them with

    military history

     and artificially

      went float this whole

       island isnt deserves

        new name perhaps xxx

         it would be called

          treasure architecture

           because is land exactly

            where we arent

bay can
as my home
host and hold
it on the griddle
until grease fat
leaks drips gives
itself a fast
francis has as painter
of kosher
standards
as equal
attraction
to bacon
as the
sudden
lover of
such breakfast
habits and
master race
marie for
every meal
pig of
being
eaten
via
olfactory
sensibility

all i had in my pocket upon arrival chicago
enough to give to a cta ticket machine
for failure left open to
centigrade one hundred levels of currency from sense impression
to unquantifiable heaven
of having enough of
everything we wanted
100 flowers psychic
current version of
poem printed in
green universalism
transmitter of more
absent/presence dialogic
than even language can claim
under its symbolic territory

cascades of optimism
  keep me open source
  closed borders
  and hope for
    the worst case
      scenario to be
      averted by sound
      politicking save
        the whales of nature
          to feed the salmon hella
            nation safe secession via
              initiative process
                do what you california

consonants
love of having
a place of articulation
the heart of the matter
is box open mount vowel
hum howl singing tots no
way bk and tk made up because
website collapse of having the
little computer to tell us what
letters are written in tongues
tattoo truth across our
view of how to move
across a country
to abbreviate
each other.

cord meyer
and his wife
mary pinchot
called knock
knock whose
there watergate
watergate who well
well howard r mother
fucking country god and
precedent of a psychedlic
term limit for the next sixty
years of america loyalty
honesty and abolish congress
 legalize drugs and tell
  us about the aliens
   saying the previous
    one was just that
     exactly as am i
      and everyone
       human with
               lsdna

xxx
theory city
water front
 meaning surface of
  if we build it the
   dwarves will come dig
    build it bigger buyer
     be damned the torpedoes
      earthquakes or whatevers
       to be here or past rather
        more accurate architecture
         that of nature fertile soil rivers
          paved boiled over watchmaker
           god doesn't care capsize tense
            or go down with the ship sunk
             after offloading gold seeking
                           westcoastgo old

de-cise
uncut
from earth
off with
your urbanism
lauren or as her
surname indicates
granary was
crushed beneath the
productive fields of eden
didn't need to include the
tree of knowledge
so obviously god
wanted us to
know now
what to
choose

playing chicken
or rather turkey
with public
perception
of how far
fat mean and
hard hitting
calm commando
in the fascist
with an over
bored with the
interrogators
puppet state
higher chair
than thou have
sinned against
him israel and
for full circles
this time you
built your
own camp.

splice cream
   with milk sugar
     some mechanical
      thresher of dairy
       mixes so well with
        delicious youd think
         it was made this way
          intentionally for
           falvor and dessert

----

for good the cloud cover
      crept closer to earth
        until we swear it switched
          when the winds did into
             transparent blustery
               winter of weather
                 every bay area
                      evening

threads can't on me keep the feeling
of moving forward
                                  or three words
even two feet oddly placed
one
         in front of off balance
others what a small step for
aimee me and the people
who otherwise wouldn't
have stopped walking

i write
on my skull
with hair here
in our hearts
alena where
the proetein
accumulates
at least as
quickly as
living breathing
daily fades to
nightlike dying
trite in moribund
and formalized
relationships
with language
made permanent
changing the
shape of our
body forms and
wordly concerns
subdued by
what other
wise arrive
from
inside the
same shave

the balance of eating sugar pollen purity
is expressed by infinit beating humming
wing bird your system is two winged
permanaent (sic) plural and worth its
wait in digestion burp pick
up percolate zip duck and
if overwhwhell whelmed
the system dumps its
excess and someone
sees the hummingbird
excrete flower semen
turned to shit

 dennis since its him
asking for debora in
form and worship sip
vivacity twist intos whose who now we know
each others touch up
out and since says in
the first couple yes
of lovers have we
met blessed
and how in
this much
pleasure
can tell
whether
or not
dennis
is on
in or
actually
made of
too
two now one
another thrust
unto love

Twenty fingers form

the core of them ten

courtney beach cities

south chelsea in other

countries like new york

city or british with fog

weathering our visits the 

creeping evening brings our 

people who will someday realize

become very good for each after

others meeting we keep the peace

of being people to hear ye hear

felt distribution of blood and

what we are made of come from

other places to

share the where

we are all one

colonial instincts
grow without being
asked by whose asking
being told what to do
undone what you knew
about your eye was
dilated that's why
they call you our
eye is less than
here today and
mood you deny and
do what you want
simultaneously
unless next
time is o

bemoaning
lack of tradition
we move on from
our childhood dreams
will like bases be
repeat did the pop
fly of professionalism
ever admire a sport
that coundnt be
more appropriately
theme name for a
nation of people
from somewhere
else it makes
sense our sports
purpose is to
get home

if it were a trip, persay the ocean, it wouldn't linger there in mistaken aquamarine but rather ride a spectrum's line in & through the gray and green

   aaron fathoms distance
   says it reminds her how
     we got there as far as
   possible from our origin
   all of it at once the
   self similar first
     things first word
      worship it
       this actually
        existing isnt
         everything isnt
          everything at
           least as
            unlimited
             as whats
              holding
               us in

   xxx
   the fallen wall
   was far enough away from near
   leewayforgotten
   train is not missed
   but there is indeed nobody on it over the
   ocean though those trains across the
   sea are defiant
    of physics with its
      limitations praying
         for worship xxxxxx
            reurned ambivalence
                because Vanessa i
                  share ferociously
                     every single little
                       t
                         h
                           o
                              u
                                 g
                                     h             left wordless
                                          t           by coincidence

writing as the son of
 virginia what a miracle
  having transferred shared
   circumstances like first
     and last names after place
       is what we are shaped with
        and when in due time true
          food is revealed as being
           made with chemistry better
             living than ever longer is
               why we bring our own
                away from home