I am putting makeup on empty space



all patinas convening on empty space



rouge blushing on empty space



I am putting makeup on empty space



pasting eyelashes on empty space



painting the eyebrows of empty space



piling creams on empty space



painting the phenomenal world



I am hanging ornaments on empty space



gold clips, lacquer combs, plastic hairpins on empty space



I am sticking wire pins into empty space



I pour words over empty space, enthrall the empty space



packing, stuffing jamming empty space



spinning necklaces around empty space



Fancy this, imagine this: painting the phenomenal world



bangles on wrists



pendants hung on empty space



I am putting my memory into empty space



undressing you



hanging the wrinkled clothes on a nail



hanging the green coat on a nail



dancing in the evening it ended with dancing in the evening



I am still thinking about putting makeup on empty space



I want to scare you: the hanging night, the drifting night,



the moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep I want to scare you



you



I bind as far as cold day goes



I bind the power of 20 husky men



I bind the seductive colorful women, all of them



I bind the massive rock



I bind the hanging night, the drifting night, the



moaning night, daughter of troubled sleep



I am binding my debts, I magnetize the phone bill



bind the root of my pointed tongue



I cup my hands in water, splash water on empty space



water drunk by empty space



Look what thoughts will do Look what words will do



from nothing to the face



from nothing to the root of the tongue



from nothing to speaking of empty space



I bind the ash tree



I bind the yew



I bind the willow



I bind uranium



I bind the uneconomical unrenewable energy of uranium



dash uranium to empty space



I bind the color red I seduce the color red to empty space



I put the sunset in empty space



I take the blue of his eyes and make an offering to empty space



renewable blue



I take the green of everything coming to life, it grows &



climbs into empty space



I put the white of the snow at the foot of empty space



I clasp the yellow of the cat's eyes sitting in the



black space I clasp them to my heart, empty space



I want the brown of this floor to rise up into empty space



Take the floor apart to find the brown,



bind it up again under spell of empty space



I want to take this old wall apart I am rich in my mind thinking



of this, I am thinking of putting makeup on empty space



Everything crumbles around empty space



the thin dry weed crumbles, the milkweed is blown into empty space



I bind the stars reflected in your eye



from nothing to these typing fingers



from nothing to the legs of the elk



from nothing to the neck of the deer



from nothing to porcelain teeth



from nothing to the fine stand of pine in the forest



I kept it going when I put the water on



when I let the water run



sweeping together in empty space



There is a better way to say empty space



Turn yourself inside out and you might disappear



you have a new definition in empty space



What I like about impermanence is the clash



of my big body with empty space



I am putting the floor back together again



I am rebuilding the wall



I am slapping mortar on bricks



I am fastening the machine together with delicate wire



There is no eternal thread, maybe there is thread of pure gold



I am starting to sing inside about the empty space



there is some new detail every time



I am taping the picture I love so well on the wall:



moonless black night beyond country-plaid curtains



everything illuminated out of empty space



I hang the black linen dress on my body



the hanging night, the drifting night, the moaning night



daughter of troubled sleep



This occurs to me



I hang up a mirror to catch stars, everything occurs to me out in the



night in my skull of empty space



I go outside in starry ice



I build up the house again in memory of empty space



This occurs to me about empty space



that it is nevered to be mentioned again



Fancy this



imagine this



painting the phenomenal world



there's talk of dressing the body with strange adornments



to remind you of a vow to empty space



there's talk of the discourse in your mind like a silkworm



I wish to venture into a not-chiseled place



I pour sand on the ground



Objects and vehicles emerge from the fog



the canyon is dangerous tonight



suddenly there are warning lights



The patrol is helpful in the manner of guiding



there is talk of slowing down



there is talk of a feminine deity



I bind her with a briar



I bind with the tooth of a tiger



I bind with my quartz crystal



I magnetize the worlds



I cover myself with jewels



I drink amrita



there is some new detail



there is a spangle on her shoe



there is a stud on her boot



the tires are studded for the difficult climb



I put my hands to my face



I am putting makeup on empty space



I wanted to scare you with the night that scared me



the drifting night, the moaning night



Someone was always intruding to make you forget empty space



you put it all on



you paint your nails



you put on scarves



all the time adorning empty space



Whatever-your-name-is I tell you “empty space”



with your fictions with dancing come around to it



with your funny way of singing come around to it



with your smiling come to it



with your enormous retinue & accumulation come around to it



with your extras come round to it



with your good fortune, with your lazy fortune come round to it



when you look most like a bird, that is the time to come around to it



when you are cheating, come to it



when you are in your anguished head



when you are not sensible



when you are insisting on the



praise from many tongues



It begins with the root of the tongue



it begins with the root of the heart



there is a spinal cord of wind



singing & moaning in empty space





