the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




EIGHT WORKS
BY LEWIS LACOOK

I write because I hate all of American literature and
its history and its conciousness yet I am powerless to
destroy it. All of American literature is a silver
space shuttle blossoming failure's trenches on a
horizon foliated with exoskeletal telepresence. The
key to successful customer service is to render the
transaction as transparent as possible.
The complaints are coming.
" toy yoda streetsmarts catch the frig from spritzing
your glasses smell spring on everything they're funny
when an attractive woman enters the room we toss
french back and forth, his tongue winding through its
excavations with lava fluidity, I blurting, splurging,
spatializing concrete hanging from my lips as I kill
French literature will all its black heart and soul
right out there for everyone to see and atone
for .cloudy murky unclear .some pieces missing I'd
gotten used to the complications of primitive
structure. I wanted to build hiding them in a book or
something, then asking why hide them over the span of
Polynesian literature and all its bag of chips
transcendence. Because
I return to the concept of ventilation. It means,
"some things go in, some things come out. It happens
in rooms.

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I should slip under your nails while crosses still
hang
Rosy-thorned like desperate beasts inundated with a
Plastic decay. This decoy I use (warm smile slightly
Chilled, erogenous zones dilated to pinprick a codeine
Stare, bowl haired with water and ashes lying caddy-

Corner to defeat on the low table of sanctimony), with
Every conversation there is in relation to fever,
lights ever
Smaller and longer rooms with a roseate truth. I was
never
The kind to use this word in jest; subjects, those who
suffer
Below rations of discourse averted, allow these
frazzled jambs
Of worldview through the lens, though the lens,
according to
Geoffrey Joolidge, is hinged like a tourniquet, and
tightens around
An appreciative crop-duster crap-shooting that segue
mosque.
 I can tell! I move my mouth

Below your nails just below the water table,
sacrilegious
With hunger, with holes needing quenched of their
hollowness,
And you slip over me, skinbot or meatbot, unswerved
From your need to brim and cripple and shagment with
light.
Even metal rusts, though the beyond is no doubt
littered
With just such blanks and swollen oddities as befits
the king
Of codeine (he who can only watch us as we dangle
graceful
Over ever rosier rooms, unnoised, noting
All the cousins to smoke and fever are finally here,
and the photographer
Is almost done with its cigarette, paying no mind to
their discourse
Covering whether with you in the flaccid hills those
bogus goblins
Could even come near cutting it, the wash of there,
its saxophone
Ridges gracious as the unkempt meadows. The whole
family stands.
Sky above vomits with rarity. And you just keep on
Flicking rubber bands at me, and boogers, and calling
me by your name.

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a plane because work came the water.
a balloon in front of a balloon.

ubiquity is bleeding over trees.
under the water, work parted because parted the
potions.
between pleasure, love slide or can't listen babies.
under love, love focus or nestles her skin.

the composition sitting among nervousness.
pain or love sucks between trees.
the water came my cape.
a balloon in front of a balloon.
but work a balloon sitting around babies.
the potions for nervousness fades between babies.
but work a balloon sitting around babies.
came among work, my cape passing nervousness.
under love, the blush went because sucks the blush.
among work, love aligned or slide pleasure.
 my fingers because work sucks around the assurances.
because the potions or babies can't listen under the
water.
the potions or the assurances came into nervousness.
focus among ubiquity, ubiquity fades pleasure.
through the composition, my fingers slide because came
the potions.
talking among ubiquity, purses reasons purses.
my cape or the water slide between love.
the composition sitting among nervousness.
pain or love sucks between trees.
 talking into pleasure.
the potions or nervousness parted pain.
between the water, the assurances is bleeding for
sucks the assurances.
because pain because babies fades a balloon.
parted between the water, love came a plane.
between work, the assurances nestles but went the
water.
because the potions or babies can't listen under the
water.

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PASTORAL

Our garbage truck is a Ford with boarded-up sides.
Water in the stream, still now, milky like a
cataract. Birds pop around us, cute poofs of sophistry
and orgasm. We fell down today walking to our car.

Until late yesterday, unrelated strands like the snow
walked sullenly and with airless grace through cars
parked along the pile-up, chunks billowing like a
toughened floral cape that fell from the sky burning
up, down homogenized eyes staring back at the word for
eyes staring up. We felt down in a drift of fitted
void, oval with lathering fear in directions of
accumulations nearly perfect in blankness; a software
of war coming, mingled on nimble businesses that rape
brown skin for black gold, still running at the corner
of our vision down our legs to coil, hugging purple
stars. Birds palpitate cuteness, hallucinating, as if
powder's endurance could be anything more than our
faces smashed backwards in spoons.

Take something. Our tongue rolling out to poke an
erection back into cavities; fit for ovoid snow.

We watch months of trees shimmying from floral
growth. It had bad teeth, and all its bones were loose
in its skin. Our garbage truck can barely make it over
the ice on the streets. In the background, oily sirens
are proud of dusk, excited by her blood.

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KNOCKING

I try to this day to figure it out. I wasn't so young
that she still lingers, luminous intelligence, so that
summer nights she's solid and I'm drunk, living the
very ends of my means.
She comes to take her book of viruses back. She's
sorry. There's someone she loves, and then I'm far
from love. When she's around my insides stutter.
I try to this day to I shouldn't have figure it out.
I wasn't gone over there, but so young that she still
lingers, it was summer, I'd just luminous
intelligence, so that summer nights gotten home from
work she's solid and I'm drunk, I hadn't seen her,
living the very and the night before I'd ends of my
means made love to another girl. When I heard his
voice behind her door I knocked.
She comes but I'm dirty, so to take her book of
clenched in tension, I intend viruses back. She's to
love her, who has until now sorry. There's someone
been far from love, staring at she loves, and then I'm
the code of fists and leather straps far from love.
When if I could push my she's around my insides blood
through her, maybe stutter I wouldn't be hunched over
in me anymore.
I try that boy who to this day to I shouldn't have
came to see her figure it out. I wasn't at work had
gone over there, but probably slept with her so young
that she the night before still lingers, it was
summer, I'd just luminous I knew, I intelligence knew
she was, so that summer fucking someone else nights
gotten home from work she's but I couldn't solid and
I'm drunk, expect much, I hadn't seen her it was,
living the very dirty what we did and the night when
our backs before I'd ends of my means made love were
turned to another girl. When a lot of guys heard his
voice had been behind her door I in her knocked. She
said when she was living with him she would visit the
guy downstairs. One night she knocked and he came to
the door naked. They fucked.
She and so even comes but I'm dirty, so to here I'm
afraid take her book of clenched in tension, I intend
viruses you'll leave back. She's that you'll to love
get tired of how her, who has until now this weather's
shut sorry. There's this flower up someone been far
from in its own petals love, staring at you thought
it was pretty she loves, and then I'm the code of
fists and at first, but look at all this leather
straps far from love. When if I could push my she's
around my insides poison swelling the flesh blood
through purple like a toxic her, maybe dusk stutter I
wouldn't be hunched over but I still send you in me
anymore my blood. You treat me so gently.

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BREAKING THE WATER

The flood: brown: yellow:
carved our reflections into curves

and went on forever.
The spring misplaces its
momentum eventually, or

that becomes something else,
this:

as I walk I like to read the concrete.