Jane Joritz Nakagawa
Evil Nature (3)
(cloudy in the shopping mall)
(wait while i go …. to
half expecting a baby
sort of translucent melody
(act of translucent beauty)
translucent body cloud
badly parented cloud could
fragrant, fragrant, chameleon clouds…
(next to a sullen Xmas wreath)
in a slumber
(… although it was fire ant …mating season)
… antique distraction
…no need for self direction
You mean like an antique —-?
Having become a character in a novel, like the man with peeling fingers who
In a manner of speaking.
How will you approach (distortion)
Filmed with (deleted)
…crimes you plan
…turned into fodder
cloud with typing mistakes becoming could
without resorting to trees
having become a character in a novel
…she is so dead after all
(…surreal lives rejected you….)
space that intrudes
to stop the erection
halt the clouds
missing spaces (hole in the sentence…) my hole….
intravenous heaven sermon
(someone needed in the control room…)
cereal munching cloud serial killing cloud
i leave you the field
i betroth you to…
(waiting for …. cry…)
“i heard a loud sobbing sound which was my own”
in the conceptual air
clouds with speech impediments
events were like extremists
…which i read aloud to myself but
only subvocally, with incomplete
the candle maker, embroidered with
all consuming self-care: that’s what
i plan to …
to be embroidered into the
surface of the newly transparent cloud, rendered
waxy like substance, substitute
inserted into the quote “oh do let me
…. you” …. reply, though
forthcoming ….. isn’t…
to be embossed by the
usual suspects, untoward candor
rebuilt candescently. the condescending reply
of the government, embroidered with all consuming
self service. to be enveloped in wax
is close to that feeling, i mean.
rendered into substitution)
or everyone is…
maybe so cheerful
maybe so real
globe tilted the wrong way
must be the reason for the
imbalance in wealth…
(please grow a new limb)
—Chuck D explains white men’s culture
—on the bag of the young japanese girl on the train is written
music ecology earth
grow a new limb, meanwhile
(i grew up on a farm myself. hid among cows. rolled in hay…)
“true love” cloud i wish to empty my machine gun into
(stones mere stones, truth falls like rocks on your head)
sidestepping this point for the moment, hopscotch cloud where one
must be careful of one’s footing…
but i don’t really have the necessary
without ideas there are still words. the words are still. you move around them.
they don’t fight back.
in your polite body. “Oh” the sounds of “it.”
in the body.
heavens help those, do, who.
a hand in the bird worth 2 hands in the bird soup.
(slipping into a flat field of words)
On my birthday i compose a
greeting to myself. Dear jane
ur not 1/2 as bad as people
say ur only twice as. now ur
twice as old as u were
a half life ago. isn’t 1/2 as
bad as i remembered it, only
slightly worse. Im 1/2 as rich
as. blah blah…a fraction of
and the air! hypnotic! funerals queue up.
predictably mundane sky
be grateful for the backyard noise
the dew is tangled
emancipatory cloud strategy (a kind of ornamental menstruation)
oh mad disciplinarian!
in our wounded beauty
setting fire to the library
decorating our nests
living in an aftermath (pieces which never come together)
Like polite conversation
Increasing the blue around us,
(please follow the argument to its end!)
Whose sentiment that was?
i used to believe
…. safely reached their destinations
(a kind of linoleum quaintness)
with only our chaos to guide us large antenna obscuring the view
taste the forgetfulness you once were
oh death squad!
toxic tools symbolizing completion
(without the disintegration)
brave suicide. noise from across the room. the
concentration it took.
which i had recently learned.
finally giving up, blades of grass, mountains far away…
cloud censors you, grass stifles you
while inventing the
As a kind of blinkered portraiture.
Who is speaking for us, among the
A vigilant approach to time and space
Prolonged history of vengeance
discourse controlled by the
detours of language
placed on a scale of value
dotting the horizon
trees disproving reason
via symbolic substitute
rapidly becoming intervention
feeling slightly nuts,
(cows in the grass)
reason in the world, without.
vision that would be kept
version that would be kept down
“splendor of your waste”
“fallen into disuse”
spotty complexion sky
how now not vomiting
in the billowing grass
urine stained sky
hysterical disgruntled trees
how now not looking
would be sky, why does … it …. take forever ….. to move the clouds?
how now not singing a tune
plastic orgasm, despair on the front steps, feelings by remote control
battlefield with the [drugs] in it feelings i can[not] control…