JONO SCHNEIDER is co-editor of Untitled, a magazine of prose poetry, and Instance Press. His chapbooks ...In the Room (a+ bend press) and This is Clark (M2M) are due to appear later this year. DISTRIBUTION OF WORDS, ETC. is disturbed across time's rough coursed coordinate is entangled noumena towards reproof is approach less love in metacentricity is singling odorous sonar is "look when voice in distance is silence . . ." is less love than the out falling is foil-warped lard discard is interrogative glissando, interruptive blow-up is shuffled breath shunted is displayed in musclebound is latest, deferred, last, afterward is played split like lips is sconce is protector of moreover is kept door by chapter is both cafe and concierge is kept door A GLASSY EDEN Prepared for poem with wafer. Grew thin within reasonable confines. Three figures flitted. Nearby westing weather. Allograph bodes obvious. Vital tail. Victimization deflowered flash. Limited by suspicion in his intelligensia. Fish balls, oiled fluid. Up and makes crinkle. Such crumpled in a corner pocket. Rippling out from a lifted forearm. Play bait unabated. Eyes nailed and chanting method. Reason harmonizes. It's supportive. Events untrained, trailed. Slender in terms of six that fit. The pick. Brioche for brochure. Slinging strung steel eye. British lather. Leather bent slight semi. A pattern established. Pitter. Cat legs back weighted. Say ping ma from the short voiced. Asia. Bent another leaning gauge. Spectra unthinking. Name linking a proper phenom. HAVE SAID The small accomplishment didn't mean I would be accompanied sooner than I hoped. He entered the room, squeezed my shoulders and rifled the nearby discs while addressing the instigation. I count seven lights before the shapes of bulb turn blurry. Perhaps because hydrogen compounds seem simple. Science is onomastic in this sense. I was awash in what was always subjectified -     My many manuscripts foment such beliefs. An engine warmed itself in the air that howls beneath the doorway, unseen portal closer than either Palladium or space. My flabby music had been said to lack by the same one who said I was unfriendly. I should have cried, "ever since cutting my hair, the obsequious action of my hands draws the self upward, where a whirlpool is perched and waiting" - this should have softly resounded. I will very soon, and do not wait. The statements made equalize their making in the sense that they drill sensibilities beyond regression. THE BODY AND LANGUAGE Philosophy was more sudden than being slapped. Subtle rows were not arranged but plotted in speaking as an effort towards narratizing the entire order of action. Against her face he caused me to become a partner in the violent corporation even as my name was an initiation into the passive and forever over, active as only an emblem of what the mind cannot recognize at a certain age. And I did not see this for what it is still trying to escape. Subjects and objects flipped their breezy opprobrium as the walls were bloodied and battered by atoms. A few holes remain. I warp the world with familiar clots of knowledge.