the last of the mozart for now

Mass in D Minor Requiem -] Mouth Parts [:
 
Enter in March

vague heather burning heat
with a red seed.
Vogue physician heather clicks red with you.

Medical estimates redden you.
 
Until her heart in the room
sings pastoral.
Country song singing.

What is left. Leaves.

Leaves her heart, contralto.

And fire baritones
to inflame the throat
about longitude.

The pulse is the Bible.

We spin the dream, is to weave
on the ladder to heaven, saying "Please—
on the death dream, the grinder of weaving
learning colors and patterns of heaven in the "Please—
so the dream died, sander of textiles.
Color and style of learning the heaven of please.

And continued in their eyes
Such as voice,  
trolled silt.
Marsh Mama
controlled chords.

Oh, God
They said things.

Or here

Or here
 
 

late, but the last NapoWrimo Poem: a Translation of the Clarinet Concerto I: Allegro

Concerto for clarinet than I am. by me.
Rapidly Close

You influence and drip irrigation
This sing sing
Repeat until very
This song
Repeat until
affect your veins and Irrigation


He saw in this quick tip
Twitter ink that whispers tendrils
Saw this Quick Tip
Twitter ink whispers
Quick advice see
Whisper not ink

Sewing happiness in the wind and the field
This hill the field so that the sweep
Heaven on the invasion invasion
Away like a happy
sewing and wind energy

This section of the mountain, so scanning
Invasion Invasion of Paradise
Away, as happy
Happy sewing and wind
Part of the mountain, so Scan
Invasion invasion of Eden
Besides joy

Fire

O sing! O Love!

O sing! About Love!
O song! Information for love!

How I am one of the elevators
How to remove night as well

Or a storm in the room with the world's water
Flooding from all the sordid
Clement weather

Or the room with the water crisis in the world
Flooding from all the dirty
Clement weather
Although the room with the water crisis in the world
Floods and all uncleanness

Time Fever
Swells
Fever
Volume

Heat
Band

Down to a low note
Below the lower note
Among lower

So slow
For a pause
Remember
So slowly

For particulate
Remember
Particles
Remember
You. It.

Such as the fingers in the ears
On the cheeks
Of passing
If your fingers to your ears
Cheek
Point

If your fingers in your ears
Cheeks
Point
Transportation

And take up arms and raising his eyes towards the top of each one is locked dripping a little corner of life in which each river inflation
And to take up arms, lifting her eyes in every corner of the small, locked drop of life, where the loss of the hand, eyes in every corner of a small imprisonment

To pay, for the treatment and payment, which quickly
Paying for treatment and payment, as soon

Sewing the world spinning to a new day
May the world into a new day
May the new day

Poem29

A translation of THE MARRIAGE OF FIGARO

Even in the briefing slide
the trap door

slot of the abyss
 
The rate of decline
a sigh attempt

O sigh attempt

These weapons are your dancing

The arms dance - General
Arms
stroke width
 
The buzz in this bang
buzz the water

O light in the window  

Which means that singing

And then destroy all the Strikers
Skin on the wings to sing on the sidelines of each feed legs waging war against the story
The skin on wings of song to the coast of all the legs feed the story of the war against
 
story against

history against
trend
to the Wick
the light of the wick

Margin and war, and the skin the skin of the feet in the building for our bodies in the light our body with respect to the extension of emergency so that we only feel the lightning is moving  we do not flash the moment in the narrowest of winter as the call to unite

Poem28

...and possible 28, 29, 30. Was all productive this morning. (When I plan to go the gym, is this my brain's way of thwarting me? This compulsion to actually write poems for the first time in a while...) Let's see what happens tomorrow, eh?

The Marriage of Figaro—Overture

 

 

So bounding in the slippage

& the abyss trap door, tripping

makes the rise so so

makes the fall so so

O sigh, O try

 

this dance yr arms

my arms

swing wide

 

O joy

 

& bang this buzz into

 

O light in the window

 

is what it means to sing

then crash from each lash

lashing onto wings onto singing each fringe forages our legs waging war against the floors

 

against the floors

stepping forward

toward this light wick

 

bounding again, rising, rising

 

the fringe, the war, the floors lashing the feet the light to our bodies in such urgent sprawl that we feel only the moving feel only the lightning in the darkest winter like starnight inviting unites

Clarinet Concerto—I. Allegro

 

 

O sway in and drip

this lilting lilting

so too repeating and

 

felt into this quick tip

of ink trills that tendrils whispers

 

sew happiness in the wind & field

this fielding hill so sweep

the day sweep sky sweep

away like happy having

 

warm

 

O sing! O love!

 

how the morning lifts sun

if luck

 

or storm the world the room with water

flooding out each stinking

weather clement

 

time in fever—

swells

 

down into a low note

 

so slow

for pause

to remember

soft

 

like fingers in ears

on cheeks

the smear

of passing

 

and the lift of arms the lift of eyes the upwards momen of each single dripping bit of life that corners into each river swell

 

to push, to cure & push, in such a fast

 

sew the spinning world to a new day

Requiem in D Minor—Introitus: Requiem Aeternam

 

 

Enter opaque march in deep

 

burning—heats the heather

 

with seeding red.

 

 

Until her heart is in the room

singing pastoral.

 

 

What leaving feels. What leaving leaves

 

her heart sonorous—

 

 

A fire that baritones

a kindling of larynx.

 

 

And the pulse is biblical.

 

 

And we spin the dream, weave it

a ladder heavenward, saying "please—

 

 

And they keep their eyes

like their voices

in the chords.

 

O god—

they say.

 

O lord—

 

Poem27

I have no energy for Poem 27. How is that in the beginning it was exciting and new and the poems were terrible but they happened and now neither is true.



Try this ride along the highway
in turn stasis ate the bank
and flow tings the pave I meant
to wide sail eat cherries sea,
each wary see these breezy
yesses. Say yes. Seance.
Save us.

The wheels will wile us
into heaven. Your will wilts
wildly in two havens.

Poem26

At Home

the city clicks
allegro

the pavement grit
in draining grates

in the rain
and winding

the buses call
out to the Sound

from the hills

Poem25

listen to
the quiet

trickle of
daylight

into night's
empty room