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The sky peeled back like a banana
as we watched the water
tornado down the plug hole.
And on that day
I remembered the Wicked Witch of the West,
the way the dustman whistled tunes
I could never place.
But you remember the famine?
Well, on the sixth day, I pictured you as a juicy steak
and salivated,
dribbling down my chin
thinking of that first bite.
The ice sculptures you carved for me last winter
have started to melt.
I just thought you should know
that I sit here and watch them slowly change shape,
drop by drop.
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A BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL STEAK
A TRUE SHAMAN CUT PIECE OF MEAT
A STEAK RED WITH FRESH BLOOD
A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF TASTE
PECULIARLY FLUID IT ESCAPES YOUR MOUTH
JUICE AND SPIT TURN INTO WRITTEN WORDS
WORDS SPLITTING APART UNDER PRESSURE
CONTRARY TO LOVE…PAIN FOR PLEASURE
UNSYMPATHETIC LIPS…BIRTH TO SUFFER
IN THE TIGHT CAR CAB I CAN SMELL DEATH
WHITE MAN NEED MEDICINE FOR MOUTH
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I USED MY MEAT LIKE A FLASHLIGHT
I SLAPPED A PROTAGONIST WITH IT
DARKNESS CRIED AT THE DANGER
MY GOD, A POET WITH SCIENCE
BUT IT WASN’T SCIENCE
A SYNTHESIZER AND A SYNCHRONIZER
FLESHY ELEMENTS OF A NEW PATTERN
I LOOKED AT MY POOP
I REALLY LOOKED CLOSE
AT SOMETIME I HAD EATEN
ANTHROPOLOGISTS
ASTRONOMERS
PHYSICISTS
IT WAS SORT OF SAD
I WANTED TO PUT A TITLE ON THE TOMBSTONES
…………………………………………………………………………..
LORD, I’M A FOOL WHEN I AM HUNGRY
LORD, I’M EVEN A BIGGER FOOL WHEN I’M HORNY
DORMANT AND DARK THINGS COME TO VIEW
WHEN I USE MY MEAT LIKE A FLASHLIGHT
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WHEN I USE MY MEAT LIKE A FLASHLIGHT
JOHN F. KENNEDY DROPS DEAD FROM PAINKILLERS
THEN THEY HAVE TO TIE HIM TO THE BACK OF A CAR
AND SHOT HIS BRAINS OUT SO IT LOOKS LIKE A CONSPIRACY
LISTEN, WE’RE GONNA PUT YOU IN A SCHOOL BOOK DEPOSITORY
YOU GONNA SHOT THE PRESIDENT IN THE NECK AND THE HEAD
DO NOT SHOT JACQUELINE !!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT !!!!
IN THE FUTURE SHE HAS TO MARRY A MAN MORE UGLY THAN RICH
IF YOU GET THIS CORRECT WE WILL GIVE YOU $6000 AND A CONDO IN MIAMI
FAIL AND YOU WILL DIE AT THE HANDS OF THAT RAT BASTARD JACK RUBY
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at the end of a bullet it all unravelled – pinpointed truths merged with tittle tattle, washrooms rumour – test shots carried out at incremental distances – telescopic arsenal aimed at fat steaks lanced by poles – skewered in remote fields –
targeted meat fired upon –
DO NOT GET BLOOD ON JACQUELINE BLOUSE leave no Rorschach spray – it must be clean.
11 mph fate
that rat fink bastard was a ghost – pre-programmed to assassinate the assassin – they found him coughing in a tittle bar – a faithful hound rubbing against his leg
for £6000 cold, he’d do ANYTHING
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THE UNFOLDING STORY CAUSES A SHIFTING PERSPECTIVE
MEAT IS NOT CRIMINAL AS LONG AS IT ACHIEVES THE DESIRED END
BEHIND DOORS HOT MEANINGFUL MANIPULATION OF MEAT
MEAT IS A WATCHWORD………………..BEWARE !!!
A DESCENT TOWARD DOOM WORDPRESS PRETENDS JUDGMENTAL INDIFFERENCE
THEY OVERTLY EMBODY A MORALISTIC SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS
………………………………..PUNISHING……………………………………………….
SCHOOL PRINCIPAL DRIVES FROM TEXAS TO FLORIDA
TO TOUCH YOUNG FRESH MEAT
HE’S SEEN ON THE INTERNET
HIS MIND-SET AS HE SPED ALONG THE HIGHWAY:
HE COULDN’T WAIT FOR HEAVEN
POSSIBLY HEAVEN DIDN’T EXIST
WHEN HE ARRIVED IN FLORIDA
GOD-AWFUL POLICEMEN WOULD STEP ON HIS HEAD
AND PUT HIM ON THE NEWS
RECOGNITION AS A SEX MONSTER
ALL HE WANTED WAS A FEW MOMENTS OF PLEASURE
TO FEEL IN CONTROL
TO INTERTWINE
TO ABSORB SOME OF THE YOUTH
………………..HOWEVER………………….
FLORIDA IS NOT THE MANSION IN THE SKY
SEXUAL INTIMACY IS A DICE ROLL
A YOUTHFUL SHRINE FOR HIM
TURNS OUT TO BE CONCRETE AND BARS
WAH-WAH, WHY DID HE DO IT ?
HIS WONDERFUL TOWN, SCHOOL JOB, FAMILY, FRIENDS
THE TENDERNESS OF HIS LOVING WIFE
28 YEARS STRONG NOW CUT OFF IN AN ULTIMATE SOLITUDE
RAPIDFIRE INSANE THOUGHTS ….FRAGMENTED THOUGHTS AT BEST
HE WAS EXPOSED AS THE HAIRY APE THAT HE WAS
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HIS WIFE IS AN ANGRY ELEVATOR
OPENING AND CLOSING IN A THREATENING MANNER
SHE IS AS UPSET AS GOD WAS IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN
HER DOCTOR HAS GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO TAKE THE EDGE OFF
HER DOCTOR HAS FRIENDLY HANDS
HE TAKES HIS GLOVES OFF AND TOUCHES HER IN A FATHERLY WAY
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all elevators here are called Otis –
but I fear when machinery is given a name – boundaries are crossed lines blurred – no longer master and servant – people want their computer to have a personality – lonely confessionals with a toaster
Japanese business men fucking robots in neon hotels –
buy electric love on-line – lips slamming heavy -no grease applied – robot girl move your arms a few degrees more – gently back and forth
the garden of Eden is a vegetarian restaurant shut down for numerous health violations – (snakes in the kitchen – half eaten apples scattered – heathen maggots)
tables and chair sold off on the cheap – yard sale of the soul
no wonder she was angry with righteous indignation
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MEAT was the safe word –
it could bring this all to an end but it couldn’t unite the unfolding strands ravenous for conclusion –
couldn’t stop that Texan teacher acting in tandom with his urges –
urges suppressed during wedded times – like the tar pits he always bubbled to the surface
of things –
WE ARE ALL SINNERS
screamed the corner woman –
but he was a sinner a sinner of a different kind –
the kind who couldn’t keep the sinning to himself –
the electric portal connected him with others who had crossed the line – the cosseted anonymity empowered aforementioned Texan educator – the lid was off Pandoras box (no pun – awkward imagery)
desire writ large –
the car journey – the head cracked by up-holders of the law – the descent into nightmares has all been documented – wife in shame name changed relocation to empty Curie house –
he blamed sex
his urges the sex their skin but like all things it’s about POWER- he
is now a powerless ape exposed
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OTIS REPAIRMEN ARE INSEPARABLE FROM GOD
AS A DREAM IS INSEPARABLE FROM THE DREAMER
EVEN DREAMS HAVE DREAMS AS BUILDINGS HAVE FLOORS
AFTER DEATH OTIS REPAIRMEN BECOME DREAMS OF THE DREAMER
THEY EAT EXPENSIVE BEANS AND IGNITE PYROTECHNIC IMAGES
AS CHILDREN THEY SAW ELEVATORS AS BEING HAND OVER HAND
AND NOT ELECTRIC BOXES WITH FINGER COURTING BUTTONS
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THE RIGHTEOUS ARE DIVIDED INTO TWO GROUPS:
……THOSE NOT RESURRECTED
……THOSE WHO REPAIR ELEVATORS
LUCIFER AND HIS DECEIVERS OFTEN MASQUERADE AS OTIS REPAIRMEN
IF IN DOUBT….ASK TO SEE A DROP OF BLOOD
YOU WANT TO SEE RED BLOOD NOT BLACK
REMEMBER……….RED NOT BLACK !!!
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the Otis men formed small cliques – underground cabals to protect them from the Witchfinder General – the Otis men saw the elevators as life’s greatest metaphor and they as the protectors of life’s magisterial greatness – they stored red blood in vats –
the had walls of screwdrivers
they wanted to be on the side of the righteous – and one day there was a schism amongst the Otis men – a breakaway group called for the eradication of all steps, stairs and escalators – their belief in elevators as the only true means of vertical travel in buildings a offices – these were the purists – these were the me with domesticated pigs at home –
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SOMETIMES ON SUNDAY I GO TO THE CHURCH OF YOKO ONO
SHE ALWAYS TELLS ME THAT SPACE FLOWS BACK ON ITSELF
IF I SMILE SHE GOES ON RANTING ABOUT FORMULAS
PROCEEDING FROM AXIOMS
AXIOMS INBORN
I THINK ABOUT THE REALLY POOR PEOPLE
WHO LIVED UNDER THE BRIDGE
IN MY HOMETOWN
A LONG TIME AGO
THE BRIDGE HAS BEEN REPLACED
THE CITIZENS DEAD OR IN PRISON
I REMEMBER HEARING THAT THEY WERE INBORN
I HAD NO CLUE WHAT THAT MEANT
THE CHILDREN WERE UGLY AND COULD NOT READ OR WRITE
SOMETIMES THE LAW MADE THEM ATTEND SCHOOL
AS IF THEY WEREN’T ALL READY LIVING IN HELL
SCHOOL REDUCED WHATEVER CRUMBS OF QUALITATIVE RICHNESS
THEY POSSESSED……….SCIENTIFICALLY SPEAKING OR NOT
THEY WERE THE PROOF OF THE COMPLEXITY OF REALITY
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WHEN YOKO WAS YOUNG SHE WORKED PART-TIME
AS A GUARD TO BLOCK REENTRY
INTO THE GARDEN OF EDEN
IT TOOK A LOT OF ABUSE TO CURB HER SUPERB INTELLECT
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3 WOODPECKERS AND 1 SQUIRREL HAVE CONTACTED ME ABOUT MY USE OF THE
WORD, “INBORN”. AXIOMS CAN BE INBORN BUT PEOPLE ARE INBRED.
FOR WHATEVER THAT MEANS……….thank you
HOW ABOUT CLOSING THE DOOR WHEN YOU PRUNE ?
I LIFTED A ROCK AND SEVERAL BUGS SCREAMED, “WE DON’T NEED YOUR STINKING
NOMINATIONS, WE NEED YOUR VOTE.”
I’M NOT PAYING FOR THEIR HEARSE OR TOLL.
BUGS ARE PERPETUAL/SUSCEPTIBLE
YOKO CALLED ME ONE DAY AND ASKED IF BUGS HAVE LUNGS
I WANTED TO SAY YES
BUT WHAT IF I WAS SOMEHOW THINKING OF A SACOPHAGUS ?
DO SACOPHAGUS HAVE SPIRACLES ?
CLARITIES OF BEING: BUGS DO NOT HAVE LUNGS
COMPLEX ACTUALITY vs VIRTUAL COMPULSION
CONSCIOUS OF THE VASTNESS OF THE UNKNOWN
BRAVE ENOUGH TO BUY BULK PAPER PRODUCTS
TO ATTEMPT TO LIFT THE BOTTOM OF A SHADOW
“YOKO, BUGS DO NOT HAVE LUNGS !!!”
IT WOULD TAKE 45 SECONDS TO ATTACH A ROULETTE WHEEL
TO HER PENCIL-THIN LEGS
YOKO MAY BE DORMANT AND DARK
WEIGH ONLY THREE POUNDS
BUT SHE IS A HELL OF A GOOD SPIN
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she guarded the gates for many months without sleep – she survived on a three bean diet rain water and carrion – she knew kung fu –
she began to have visions, lucid
she saw things in the clouds – she kept a diary of events and buried it deep inside the earth –
– she drank the dew from the grass –
she started to mumble, whisper incantations, repeat formulas, expound theories of realities complexities, she listed types of meat,
she lost her job, she
stopped sending birthdays cards,
she hibernated for weeks wrapped in fur
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PEOPLE GET ME ALL WRONG… I LOVE YOKO ONO
I LOVE YOKO A MILLION BILLION TIMES MORE THAN SEAN OR JULIAN
OR ANY OF THE $30 DOORMEN IN THEIR CARNIVAL CLOTHING
MARRIED OR NOT MARRIED
OUR LIFE DOES NOT LACK MEANING OR VALUE
WITHOUT BEING EXPLICIT
SEX IS SOMETHING WE ARE POSTPONING
NEXT LIFETIME WE WILL TEAR IT UP
I WILL BE THE PERFECT HUSBAND
NO ROCK AND ROLL OR OVERRIDING PESSIMISM
I WILL NOT BE THAT OTHER MAN
I WILL NOT PUT .H. IN MY COMPULSIONS
I WILL NOT BE A DISEASED LIVER FRANKENSTEIN
MY WORKADAY WORLD WILL NOT INCLUDE PAUL
WHAT A PREPOSTEROUS PIECE OF TONE-DEAF CRAP
I’VE REMOVED HIS SUCKER PORTAL
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before you crossed the threshold we were one –
we stayed in bed for days and watched the shadows move
– we wrote slogans and made malicious phone calls to failing businesses – we counted pins –
– out hair grew unnaturally long – out tomorrow was tomorrow and forever after that – but –
the letter arrived –
forced conscription into the factory – meagre meat rations – one poem a day – beige uniforms and shaved heads all round – the demoralisation of the self the removal of all trinkets –
– THERE IS NO I IN MEAT –
we planned an escape into Scandinavian woods – we left the bedroom left the stains – removed all traces of DNA
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HALF-NAKED JOAN RIVERS IN A VOYEURISTIC DISPLAY
SHE WORE MULTIPLE BRASSIERES
WAS IT HER MORAL MOOD ?
SHE LOOKS VERY AWKWARD POSSIBLY VANDALIZED AND ABANDONED
EROTIC THOUGHTS OF NORMAN BATES AS A TRANSVESTITE
A LARGE SHARP KNIFE HALF-SEEN THROUGH DISARRAYED CLOTHING
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PLEASE DO NOT FEEL MANIPULATED, AROUSED, OR CONFUSED
SUCKER PORTALS ARE DIFFICULT TO REMOVE
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(Rumination’s on the correspondence)
non essential people are due to be filtered out when the war heroes return
meat pinned to their chest
meat in
meat out
meat squirming infected
she listened to troubadours
horrific songs about love and beautiful so of death – stained mattress at the Bates Motel –
the creak creak of the rocking chair at the window – dead curtains parted like eager legs – naked Joan
angry Yoko
“Oh, babe, we’re up against it now”
in my ear the song is telling me she kisses like a rock – sedentary moulded by time
you tried to laugh in the face of God but all you did was stand their with your mouth
agape
it looked like the entrance to a cave
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thanks for your concerns
I feel a mixture of the three –
I always do –
the sucker portals used to chaff but my skin has hardened –
I enjoy them now
they are not my enemies…
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SACRIFICE TO THE SUCKER PORTALS
PUBIC (not public) MARTYRDOM
STAINED WITH ONE HONEST CRIME
VIRILE ARITHMETIC CHARMS
SCHOOLMASTER SAYS, “SON, LET US GO TO BABYLON.”
HE WAS THE LAST OF THE FLOCK
LIKE A LAME SAILOR
TRAUMATIC POETRY
IN HIS POCKETS
A MORAL EUNUCH FULL OF PUSH PINS
THE PASSIVE SURRENDER OF PLASTIC SURGERY
WAS JOAN REALLY A CLOWN OF SADISM ?
WAS SHE TRYING TO RETURN TO THE FISH TANK ?
STARVED TO THE POINT OF HALLUCINATIONS
HER HUSBAND WAS AN ANGRY FIST
NO DIALOGUE ONLY BRUTE ASSERTION
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I HAD A DREAM ABOUT A VILLAINOUS GANG OF SUCKER PORTALS
THEY WENT WILD AFTER DRINKING FROM A SPITTING CAULDRON
UNPLEASANT PANTING………..STREWING LESSER POETS
CERTAIN SIGHTS LEAVE YOU NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY
A RECITATION OF ALL THE HIGHS AND LOWS
1000 WORDS AND NOT A SINGLE VERB
WAILS OF PANIC AND A BRIEF MOMENT OF TRANSITION
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SANDPAPER THIGHS ARE A BLATANT SIGNAL OF DEPARTURE
NORMALITY IS IN THE DISTANCE
YOU MAY NEED TO PULL OUT YOUR RHYMING TEXT
YOUR MASCULINE EYES YOUR FEMININE WHYS
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SCIENTIFIC SPECULATIONS ABOUT THE AURORA BOREALIS
in Kentucky it is caused by religious friction
WHEN YOU GROW UP IN SOUTHERN INDIANA
YOU GET NERVOUS ABOUT KENTUCKY
IS THE FENCE HIGH ENOUGH ?
HOW MANY SHOTGUN SHELLS DO I HAVE ?
the aurora displays herself without concern
HER UPPER LEGS ARE VISIBLE
THE COPPER SLIT IN FULL SIGHT
IF THE DEVIL HAD ROOTS
THAT’S WHERE THEY WOULD BE
if the devil had roots that’s where they would be
if the devil had roots that’s where they would be
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SUCKER PORTALS LAY BENEATH THE QUIET SURFACE
POETRY DEFINED IS POISON
IT IS REWARDING WHEN YOU TOUCH MINE
SENSITIVE PENCILS OF INTENSE ADORATION
GOD- LIKE- WORD- CREATORS
BORROWING FROM DRUNK MONKEYS
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THE UNBRAIDED PLEAS OF NIGHT
CRIME OF MIND SENSATIONS
PAGANISTICALLY BROWN
FROM SODOMY
NO WHINING
CRYPTIC
LIPS
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IT LOOKED LIKE THE ENTRANCE TO A CAVE
BECAUSE IT WAS A BACKWARD EXIT
YOU STAND IN THE FACE OF TYRANNY
COMPULSION DETERMINISM……….A COMMON MOLD
EVERYTHING BECOMES A REVELATION
HELL, KENTUCKY IS FULL OF REVELATIONS
INCEST IS FLOWERING TO THE TOPS OF TREES
TOWNS FULL OF SUFFERING AND DESPAIR
THEY TEACH PSYCHO-BABBLE (SCHOOL) (SUNDAY SCHOOL)
THE GLEAM OF SMEARS
ON JUDGEMENT DAY THE TEN FINGERS (WORMS)
HE ALONE WENT BOOM, LORD
LIVING AMONG HIS OWN KIND
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HE ALONE WENT BOOM BOOM
LIVING AMONG HIS OWN KIND
THE MARAUDERS
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he went boom boom
in an empty forest
tried to wash of the grime
dried
always to late
sleepless slumber sunrise
the power of the mind forced the images in front of his eyes
he wasn’t in control
parasite games
unplanned incursion
he tested the numbness
pin therapy
the music of his youth still resonated
he still kept the first fork he used
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THE PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL INFANTILIZATION OF YOUR FIRST FORK
………………..just think of the endless crises……………………………………………………
THE OUT-AND-OUT FLIPPANCY OF YOUR FATHER AT THE MEAL TABLE
BREATHLESS FURY PANIC THE WORLD’S BRIEFEST SILENCE MORE PANIC
RELIGIOUS AND NON-RELIGIOUS WORDS A MATURE MADMAN
SPITTING POETIC CONTRIVANCES INTO A STOLEN DISNEY CAULDRON
IF HUMANLY POSSIBLE HE WOULD HAVE MADE YOU SWIM IN IT
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SPITTING POETIC CONTRIVANCES
………………………………………………………INTO A STOLEN DISNEY CAULDRON
IF HUMANLY POSSIBLE
………………………………………………………HE WOULD HAVE MADE YOU SWIM IN IT
blessed be thy first fork that has spoken
(change those two middle letters in FORK and you have a different story)
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IN THE DREAM:
I see photographs of the expulsion of Adam and Eve
…………was it an attempt to pierce the heart of God ?
the more Jesus searched for his Mother the more SHE receded
his life was a carnival of mirrors
numerical mirrors
Jesus had magnetic properties
what kind of people did he attract ?
Jesus lived in a world of sexual anti-matter
innocent cats were often accidently destroyed
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CUTTING AN ERECTION DOWN TO SIZE
the dong is a lamb led to slaughter
a fabricated lamb is sort of like a robotic goat
the unquiet mind……..hermaphroditic hands
words languish unread……….erotic perversity
comments free-floating
unfixed gender knocking
at the door
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YOKO CALLED AGAIN AND ASKED, “DO BUGS HAVE LUNGS ?”
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HOW COLORLESS IS WHITE ?
SWEET TINGES OF YOKO
WHEN YOU KISS HER YOU CAN TASTE HER TEETH
IF HER TEETH ARE CLEAN THEY TASTE LIKE WHALE BONES
SHE SAID THAT YOU ASKED HER TO CALL YOU “THE ANACONDA OF THE NORTH”
BE CAREFUL TO NOT GO IN REVERSE WHEN THINKING OF JESUS
THE DARKNESS IS FULL OF UNREGENERATED INFIDELS
BABYLONIAN BABES ARE THE BEST…….CREATURES POSSESSED
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WORSHIP OF THE HE-GOAT
EVERYTHING PRIAPIC
MALE ORGANS
BULL DONGS AND PHALLICISM
THE PRIAPUS OF MODERN MAN
WANG-DANG-DODDLE
anthropologists are sleeping on your sofa
ANY DAY A GENERATIVE ORGAN SIGHTING
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SEVEN LOCKS OFF SAMSON’S HEAD
AND HE WENT TO WORK
AT A DOLLAR STORE
IN GRAMMATICAL KENTUCKY
A BUILDING WITH NO ADDRESS
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he goat man goat
pecker head ramrod
scared at the sight of it
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HYGIENIC MENTALITY NEXT TO THE PUZZLED SPECULATION
GOLDEN COINS TO BUY BLUE ROSES
THE NUMBING OF THE TONGUE
MAKES IT DIFFICULT TO HONEY WORDS
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BONDAGE FROM PLAYING HOUSE
THE SQUARE GIRL THROWS CIRCLES ON THE FLOOR
EACH ONE IS A WOMB EACH ONE WITH A PRISONER
TIME-DEVOURING WORMS…TEMPTATIONS OF ADAM
EACH GOLDEN SEED A FLESH FILLING OF THE VACUUM
EVE CANNOT REACH THE DEVILS TO FLING THEM OUT
DELUDED WORMS OF THE LORD CRASH THROUGH
THE CRUEL GATES OPEN AND EDEN VANISHES
OUR SWEET LORD IN A CROWN OF THORNS
THE SERPENT A DEBT NEVER PAID
ADAM AND HIS BRIGHT RED FORNICATION
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non blood letting bondage – Yoko is the safe word – some are barren some are fertile – others
futile
Adam had extra ribs – sticky and spare leaving molasses greasy rings at the mouth edges
the edges of the opening
soft edge entrance
we’ve been here before i tell her
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THE SERPENT A DEBT NEVER PAID
SOCIAL PROMINENCE IN THE SQUARE GIRL WORLD
WE’VE EXERCISED AND TESTED PETER
NOW WE THROW SOME CIRCLES ON THE FLOOR
MADE ME THINK ABOUT SOMEONE FROM THE PAST
WHO DREW RED CIRCLES ON THE CALENDAR
THIS IS THE FLOOD AND THIS IS WHEN WE START WORRYING
NO FIRE, STORM, OR EARTHQUAKE COULD BE WORSE
YOKO TOLD ME THAT SHE WANTED TO TAKE PART
IN THE INTERPRETATION OF SCRIPTURE
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SATAN HAS BEEN A PROBLEM SINCE HE LANDED IN MASSACHUSETTS
BEFORE HIS ARRIVAL THERE WAS A BALANCE
ACHIEVED BY THE NATURAL INTERACTION OF THE ELEMENTS
AFTER HIS ARRIVAL THERE HAS BEEN CHAOS
A TERRIBLE DISRUPTION IN THE ORDERLY SEQUENCE
I LEFT GOD A MESSAGE BUT HE DOESN’T GET INVOLVED
THE ANTAGONISTIC SISTERS SEEM TO RULE EARTH
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WE SHOULD NOT EXCEEDINGLY DELIGHT OURSELVES
TO DO SO BENUMBS AND DIMS
THE PORCHLIGHT OF OUR LORD
any attachment to the earth can be dangerous
WE SHOULD NOT EXCEEDINGLY DELIGHT OURSELVES
TO DO SO BENUMBS AND DIMS
THE PORCHLIGHT OF OUR LORD
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self-styled scribbling on the calendar
guardians behind every face
women in male disguise
contaminated with size
a big boy in the trap
just feel that wood
gonna make you confess
make you wish you were home
snug in your momma’s arms
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snug against warm milky breast
weight lifter arms – secure with the one you came from – but she had a calendar code you could never crack – days with pen signs scribbled –
colours meant something
numbers and shapes –
a code she devised one deep night as you sucked food from her tubes –
the calendar was always there as a countdown to something biblical
she held no truck with religion god/Jesus was a joke to her but she loved the Beatles – four points of a square – four points of a crucifix – she worked out formulas based on their second verses
she found clues in middle eights
she knew they were free from germs
she knew who the walrus was and she touched Joan
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THEATRICAL MASKS ON WILD ANIMALS
RECREATION OF HISTORY BEFORE
ACTORS, AUDIENCE, EITHER SPONTANEOUS
OR ACCIDENTAL
ETERNAL REPETITION OF WORDS
OUR WORDS ARE LONG DEAD
OUR MUSIC IS MECHANICAL
OUR THOUGHTS ARE CODED
ALL PEOPLE WANT A FULL HEAD OF HAIR
MY FONDNESS FOR JESUS
SUPERIOR BRAINWASHING AS A CHILD
WITHOUT JESUS——-AFTER DEATH
THERE WILL BE NO “QUIET SETTLING DOWN”
ONLY A LONG SPELL IN THE BURNING LAKE
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good thing or bad thing ?
Joan’s face will remain in the grave.
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AS A CHILD, YOKO WAS RAISED ON A LIVING STAGE
REAL PEOPLE WERE ACTORS
REALITY WAS FORGED EVENTS
CANVAS AND LUMBER PASSED FOR LOCATIONS
WILLING SUSPENSIONS OF BELIEF
SOMETIMES SPECTATORS CAME ON STAGE
THIS IS HOW SHE MET THE KING OF THE BEATLES
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CAVEMEN ARE IMITATING PRECEDING MODELS
THEY HAVE NO IDENTITY…NO NEED FOR PEEK-HOLES
NO LOST OR FOUND….WEAK REPRESENTATIONAL ART
THERE ARE CLEAR BOUNDARIES THAT SEPARATE
THE UNKNOWABLE REMAINS IN THE SHADOWS
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clear boundaries blurred by
experience the thin hypothetical line – do you have heavy enough guts to jump when your finally at the end?
the precipice
the plinth
the mantle
when Yoko was told not to put her hand in the fire she put them both in – she wouldn’t be constrained – she learned the hard way but boy did she learn!
Neanderthals only had experience as their guide but no way to communicate it – a blunt arrow
a bullet minus the gun
the Beatles king with no band
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EVERYONE LOVES THE WORD DEATH
EVERYONE IS AFRAID OF DEATH
UNSYMPATHETIC LIPS IN THE DARK
YOU CAN SMELL THE TOBACCO
IN DEATH YOU KNOW
YOU WILL TAKE ON
THE CHARACTERISTICS
OF THE OLD ORDER
REMEMBER THAT BOOK
THE BIBLE
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CAVEMEN WERE CONSTANTLY PUTTING THEIR FAITH TO TEST
BUZZ ME ABOUT INSTINCTUAL CRIMES
NO REVERSE MIRRORS TO ANALYZE
HOW REVOLTING TO EAT BAD MEAT
WHAT MANNER OF POETIC LANGUAGE ?
FULL CIRCLE
WORDS OF OPPOSITE MEANING
WE LOVE HATE
PAY BIG MONEY FOR THE ATMOSPHERE OF EVIL
THEATRICAL PORNOGRAPHY WITHIN OUR THOUGHTS
BUZZ ME ABOUT INSTINCTUAL CRIMES
WE WILL PROBE INTO REVERSE MIRRORS
SERVE COLD-BLOODED BAD MEAT
DISAGREEMENT WILL BE OUT THE WINDOW
I CAN SMELL THE SLICK BLACK BULLS
NEW BUDS BLOWN AND THEN A DANCE
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new buds blown new buds smoked down demonic devil in tight pants dances for your pleasure
Yoko womb fury
Joan’s elasticity
Emily all forgotten about in the furthest reaches of the thread – dwindling google hits
paint the ball red and tell them it’s a tomato – life in a sentence not even worth speaking – smoke and mirrors – the magicians sleeve hides elephants
cavemen scratched with nails snapshots of their mute existence
cavemen had the spoils of meat
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CAVEPEOPLE WENT AROUND TURNING DOMESTIC ANIMALS
INTO WILD BEASTS
SWARMING FLIES WOULD TOUCH THEIR POOP TRAPS
CHAOS AND PUTRID DECAY WERE COMMONPLACE
TO SAVE TIME PEOPLE WOULD SLEEP IN COFFINS
AT SUNDAY SCHOOL THE PRIEST SPOKE OF BESTIALITY
MARRIED MEN HAD NO TROUBLE ACTUALIZING IT
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—————————————–DOUBLE-MINDED MIKE———————————————–
NO ONE TRYS TO ESCAPE
THE DEVIL’S PALACE
MY ROOM HAD AN ENORMOUS WINDOW
WHERE I COULD SIT
AND ADMIRE THE SLICK BLACK BULLS
THEIR SWEET AROMA
WAS HEAVENLY AT NIGHT
I COULD EMPTY MY MIND
AND BECOME ONE OF THEM
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MODERN MEAT………………UNWOMANLY WOMEN
COIL AFTER COIL ABOUT HIM
AND HE A TRUE HUSBAND
THE LITTLE LADY WITH HER ARTIFICIAL MORALITY
ONE PECKER ONE HOLE LITTLE-TO-NONE POKEY
SERPENT GIRL ANTICIPATES AND PREDICTS
COURTSHIP MARRIAGE PURE TORTURE
BEFORE CHRISTMAS YOU DROP A WORM
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HE BLAMED SEX HE BLAMED SEX HE BLAMED SEX HE BLAMED SEX
HE IS NOW A POWERLESS APE EXPOSED
NOT SOCIALISM, CAPITALISM, FEUDALISM,
GOD-DEFYING MATRIMONY
PRISON BARS OF MORAL, CANON, STATUE LAW
HE WANTED TO BE GUILTY OF SEX CRIMES
HE WANTED HIS ORGASMS TO BE SHOTGUN BLASTS
HE WANTED TO INFLICT HARM
TO BE FREE
TO STEP OUT IN THE NIGHT AIR
TO WALK AMONG THE SLICK BLACK BULLS
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WHITE MAN NEEDS MEDICINE FOR MOUTH
INTELLECT TORN TO TATTERS
THE HUMAN MYSTERY REDUCED TO A HOLLOW CONCEPT
CONSTANTLY HIDING THE REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR
( HIDE YOUR FACE FROM YOURSELF )
SHAME GROWS WITH AGE
CONSTANT CRISIS
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THE FACE IN THE MIRROR WAS A MASK
HUNGER FORCES ONE TO LIVE MADNESS
ACTOR TURNED MADMAN A THOUSAND TIMES
POWERFULLY EERIE PLAYACTING
BOTH HANDS IN HABIT
PRAY A POEM
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A BEGGAR BEFORE A DOOR
NEVER TO BE OPENED
TO MAKE PORTRAITS SPEAK
CARICATURES OF MEAT WITH HAIR
( RECREATION OUTSIDE HISTORY )
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YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ROOM IN THE CURIE HOUSE
THEY CALLED “AURORA BOREALIS”
THE INNOCENT NEVER STAND NEAR
LOW FEET SMOLDERING
A RATHER MACABRE FOOTNOTE
ANGELS GUARDING THE MEAT
WEATHERVANE AND COMPASS
INTERPRET THE SIGNS
UNRECOGNIZABLE WORDS
BONE BY BONE MATH
A LITTLE SKELETAL RESIDUE
ON BUTTERED TOAST
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RAGE AND FEAR ARE THE BULLETS WITHOUT THE GUN
—–I HAVE READ WHAT I HAVE DONE—-
I NO LONGER LURK IN THE JUNGLE
GIVEN UP PROLONGED GNAWING
NOT A SINGLE ITALIAN CIGARETTE IN THE HOUSE
THE CRIMES HAVE BEEN WASHED AWAY
NOT EVEN A HINT OF KANGAROO ODOR
THE MEDICINE DOESN’T SEEM TO LESSEN THE THREATENING SHADOWS
SATAN’S WHISTLE IS A VERY JARRING NOISE
EVEN STRAIGHT MEN ARE EFFEMINATE
MANY USE AN ODD PLASTIC DEVICE TO URINATE STANDING UP
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AVANT-GARDE WOMAN WOUND UNFORTUNATELY DISEASED
A SECRET DOOR OPENED AND NOW CLOSED IN POOR HEALTH
POETS ABANDON LIFE BEFORE IT IS FINISHED
TOYED WITH AND THEN FORGOTTEN
AMERICANS ARE PROUD OF THOSE HUGE TREES IN CALIFORNIA
THEY ARE SILENT ABOUT THE EXPLOITATION OF HUMAN SKIN
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THAT FIRST FORK BAFFLED THE DOCTORS
“WHAT MYSTICAL POWER DID THAT FORK EXERCISE OVER HIM” ?
EVEN IN OLD AGE HE STOOD GUARD OVER IT
EXPLICIT DIALOGUE….YOU BET !!!
PRONGS KNOW ALL THE DIRTY WORDS
“ON THE PRONGS OF THEIR LONGING”
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YOUR MASCULINE EYES YOUR FEMININE WHYS
NO CHARGES OF TRIVIALITY AT THIS PICNIC
YOU’VE GROWN LAZY WITH YOUR POSTCARD WORDS
TRIED THAT UPRAISED FLESH
DISCARDED THOSE JISM RAGS
WADS OF LIFE LEFT TO DRY
MEANINGLESS ?
WHAT IF YOUR SINS DON’T PHOTOGRAPH GRAY ?
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some have grown lazy –
when you can use a computer to write your poems –
when you don’t put the words together your self – you hit the tipping point
you need to ask yourself the right questions
jism soaked rags take years to burn – you can see the smoke for miles –
she still sends me the postcards – one a day
every day
we pack out packs fat for this picnic
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the x-rays showed
highlighted it
the shadows – the outline of the fork – medical heads were baffled as to how this fork was connected to all the organs – (this pronged conduit) – what was the divine nature of this fork?
this mercurial metal –
HOW DID IT GET THERE? –
they discussed this while the patient lay below them – cavity cut open – wide open and red – fleshy ridges the bones shiny red roux – blood –
they took notes for a journal that never existed –
the ghost of Emily was in the room
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“AVANT-GARDE WOMAN WOUND UNFORTUNATELY DISEASED” …was how she started her lonely heart ad…would it hook future suitors?
(Did she come with a free gift?)
(A resume of past exploits?)
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the question is——-did she cum ?
female cums can range from a paper cut
to concentric circular orbits bounced off Mars
just think….the deafening clamor of hammering an avant-garde woman
I leaned over the scaffolding and took a pee like Niagara Falls
washed out the tubes for what was going to happen
my apparatus was starting to look like an old-fashioned telephone
although I live in southern Florida, I am turning into a New York City policeman
the artistic eye of my manhood is ready to analyze and assault
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the edges of the opening…soft edge entrance
I’ve been there before…possibly with her sister or her mother
but never with her….the acrid smell of the disease
buckets of pus on the upper balcony
a stream of men had poked her
the variety of size is almost beyond comprehension
raw reality—the montage of men crawling on top of her
the sailors were like clouds—all white and puffy
they were throwing her the rope
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there is a sketch of the fork in the Louvre
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behind Magrittes painting of a pipe there is a fork – Ceci n’est pas une fork – and behind the fork, scratch off the oil there is a knife and behind that a spoon
– the treachery of cutlery
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(that made me laugh…the letter thief) – rank appa
– fingerprints over the capitals
– (a missing f) the ive names in walls etched till nails splinter and crack
– drive blood looks like ketchup from here
soft entrances to escape the harshness –
an abundance of clues
the letter thief leaves spare consonants to deceive
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A MICROCOSM OF A NARRATIVE SCENARIO
THE HANDS TIED BEFORE SLEEP
UNSEEN VOYEURS
MENTAL SCARECROW WOMEN
HORRIFYINGLY TANGLED
SEXUAL COMPLEXITIES
SPLINTERS FROM WOODEN THONGS
A DOZEN MEN CROWD A FORESKIN
INFATUATION WITH EXCESS SKIN
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CAVEMEN IN HANDCUFFS
CARELESS WITH JOKES–JOKES HANDLED POORLY
CAVEWOMEN IN HANDCUFFS
SNAPSHOTS WITH EXACT TIMING
SNAPSHOTS OF THE WEDDING NIGHT
PRESERVING CAREFULLY IMAGES OF PENETRATION
SHAKY SOLITUDE ? ELEMENTS ENTIRELY LACKING
ADHERENCE TO THE RELIGION–THE WORDS OF THE PSALM
TURNING ASIDE NATURAL PASSIONS
THE STOP-SIGN OF MORALITY
SADO-MASOCHISTIC RELIGION
CHURCHGOERS IN HANDCUFFS
THE SNAPSHOTS ARE A SUCCESSION OF DISASTROUS ATTEMPTS
THE PRYING EYES OF TOURISTS AROUSED BY THE LIFELESS EMBRACING
THE SEDUCTION LIKE A CAT POUNCING ON A MOUSE
WHO COULD ANSWER THE LURID QUESTIONS ?
WHO COULD COLOR THE HUMOR ANYTHING BUT BLACK ?
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counterfeit teeth in the smile
a smile forced by a ringmaster
lips in physical tension
gonna smile gonna smile
and then danger is averted
welcome the dark waters of laughter
a wet pillow and a wet blanket
the blindfold of HOME
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at the mercy of those who are bigger
physical confrontations
sudden power and glory in inches
a measurement settles the issue
( talk about deflate the pompous and fraudulent )
( what if feelings are translated into direct action ? )
obliged to grow up
define-define-define a thousand defines
limit and repress oh-dear-lord limit and repress
the hidden and the forbidden
never runaway or printed
without breadth or depth —-how could you be a scientist ?
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the ringmaster looks in control –
the stove pipe hat –
the red jacket gold coins buttons – the whip – white teeth above the lustrous moustache – but he fears the lions
he hates the lions – killer meat with…
he begs her not to send him to work – the big top will not leave town
the sawdust and the fear mingle ad choke him
the whip hand trembles
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TALK ABOUT SWEAT-SOAKED TORMENT
ANY MENTION OF THE WHIP HAND IS ENOUGH TO SET ME OFF
THEY CALL IT A “TRIGGER”
THERE ARE MILLIONS OF THEM:
BABIES WITH CANCER, HEADLESS DOVES, HEART WORMS, JOAN RIVERS
—————ANYWAY, YOU HAVE THE WHIP HAND TREMBLING
WHAT DIRECTION IS THAT GOING ?
I’M THINKING AVANT-GARDE—-I’M USUALLY SAFE IF I THINK AVANT-GARDE
I DON’T KNOW—-A TREMBLING HAND MAKES ME THINK YOUNG HORMONES
A SPECIFIC EFFECT ? A LITTLE LUBE AND A TREMBLING HAND IN BED
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———————–THE WHIP HAND TREMBLES————————
VENOMOUS AND UNFORGIVING AT GROUND ZERO
“HEYDAY IN THE BLOOD”
SEXUAL APPETITES–CALL IT LOVE–THE BASE LEVEL
FREUDIANS CHANT AS THEY JOURNEY FURTHER AND FURTHER
INTO THE BOWELS…THEIR LOSTNESS UNITES THEM
IN THE HEART OF THE MAZE (BRAIN) ONE MUST KILL THE MONSTER
JOHNNY BOY SCRIPTING THE ENTIRE SCREENPLAY
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CAVEMEN KNEW THAT SEXUAL DESIRE COULD NEVER BE CONQUERED
DREAMS OF COUPLING FILLED THE NIGHT
SAVAGE FEELINGS SCRATCHED ON ROCKS
ONCE DRAWN THE IMAGES COULDN’T BE FORGOTTEN
ART BECOMES SOMETHING ONE WANTS YET CANNOT HAVE
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pee buckets catch the rain it falls and it always will – I have seen the buckets –
Evil Kneivel knew the truth – he built a ramp pointed at the firmament – he wore the clothes of a man who didn’t trifle with the small things – he hated the Beatles – he was a Jerry Lee man – bike grease in his hair – an attempt to leap away from the demons
He wrote his own scripts –
praise the engine that brought him here
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everyone asks for emotional androgyny at the Santa Shack
the lip service people want and expect
well folks, lip service is too hard to maintain
it seems very easy to defeat yourself
you catch yourself competing against yourself
other people have opponents
you have yourself
I guess some people have to go to the carnival
to recognize gender differences
sawdust and fear
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I’m so tired of STICK people requesting emotional androgyny
WHAT ABOUT EVALUATION ANXIETY ?
are people still trying to liberate France ?
there seems to be an uncooperative elevator
in my life
it forces me to be overly attentive
an elevator hungry for “babying”
it wants three-dimensional people
not STICK people
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don’t ask me why—this elevator has a thing for Milan Kundera
it has daydreams about rubbing its verbal agenda
against the naked ears of riders
penetration of the audioreceptors ?
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————THE BEATLES WITHOUT THEMSELVES————–
the trouble started with spiritual emancipation
acceptance of responsibility
self-knowledge as a sin ?
first, one discovers who narrates their life
second, one destroys that someone
then agents of GOD come angry
———————————————————————————-
*fame encourages shortsightedness and spiritual blindness
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ebbing sensations were leaking from the monotonous pounding
his motel meat threatened to numb her mental bud
the anguish of having a passion bell that was slow
outside the room in the lobby
an uncooperative elevator
was on the lip of upheaval
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a poetic expression is a measure of withdrawal and alienation
beyond pain and in a condition of complete numbness
the motel meat was hard and hot and she was thinking of rhino dong
even in a fog of loneliness he was double-dipping
trying to ring the passion bell
what if he made the old tired bag orgasm ?
*she might turn to stone
*a spider near the ceiling might applaud
*he might move up one rung on his psychosexual development ladder
outside the room
in the lobby
an uncooperative ladder
was suffering nervous exhaustion
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she loosened her straight jacket just enough to let me in – the pounding was monotonous like jackhammers
she informed me the Bermuda triangle was a square as I laughed as the lift passed – the Otis men waved
a glint of recollection in their eyes
they waved as they went up closer to the meat
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POETRY ABOUT THE WEIGHT OF INHERITED SORROW
WE DRAG THAT WEIGHT IN ONE DIRECTION
TO THE LADDER OF OUR ESCAPE
I SPEAK THE TRUTH
WE CAN CLIMB FREE OF THE CLOUDS
REORIENTATION IS THE TICKET
OUR RETURN TO HARMONY AND WHOLENESS
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ONE CAN TOSS STONES AND START FIRES
THE MEMORY OF THE WOUND WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
THE BIBLE SAYS “PRAISE THE RAZOR”
THE BEAUTY OF THE SLASH
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the performative and theatrical nature of sodomy
bubbles and buds me lads bubbles and buds
thinking about external voyeuristic eyes
the piggyback of mental health
life-size dolls but no birth
mechanical cooter ?
is poetry possible ?
uppercase with lowercase brown
negative awareness
YOU WANTED POETRY
YOU BACKDOORED PROSE
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THE WHIP HAND CANNOT BREAK BREAD
CHILDLIKE BELIEF IN COMMUNION
AWAKENING IN ADULT BREAD AND ADULT WINE
GENESIS MAY NOT BE AVAILABLE
MASCULINIZED FREEDOM
OUTSIDE THE RANGE OF SIRENS
EACH DAY WAS GRADUAL PENETRATION
NO-LONGER-VIRGINAL TOMORROW
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THE WHIP HAND POINTS AT LEGIONS OF ANGELS
WHO MAKE FRICTION OF THE FLESH
THEIR CALLING CARD TO GOD
“LOOK JESUS, HEAVENLY REWARD ON THE EARTHLY REALM”
HUMAN FACES AND PLEASURE CONVULSED WITH PAIN
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THE SECRET THEY HARBOR—HISSING WORMS
ORDINARY UNHAPPINESS WAS A VICTORY
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thousands of lost souls lost on the highways – ghost cars zoom by –
NO HITCHIKERS on this stretch – billboards advertising things
billboards 200feet long so you can read them when you speed by – THEY’VE THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING
What do you do when you feel like you’re living a lie?
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I didn’t want to look in the box—it was a box of tongues
Pentecostal tongues from Kentucky
they spoke of clay Adam
they spoke of the laboratory where Eve was made
the frustrations of physical love
self-propelled birth
we were a mutinous lot
to brave life and overcome death
human imperfections—half-glimpses
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NORMAN WITH THE CORPSE OF HIS DEAD MOTHER
IN HIS ARMS, THE FAMOUS NORMAN BATES
INTERCOURSE WITH DEAD MATTER
POSSIBLY HIS WARMTH WAS NOURISHING
A HINT OF A SMILE, A SLIGHT TWITCH
IT WAS DISTURBING BUT NOT GRUESOME
HE WAS AFTER ALL, HER HERO
SHE WAS HIS EGO CARRIED TO EXTREME
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a thousand miles of isolation
a broken-down car
banged-up knuckles
Bob Dylan screeching
anonymous satisfaction
red velvet underwear
—————————-
a hearse with a family of black-mobiles
crawl through intersections with white glove waves
over and over like angry ants
no one says his first or last name
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A WIDER FOLD OF READERS
SOMETIMES THEY FORM A CIRCLE
RITUAL SINGING—SPECIFIC REQUESTS
SUFFOCATING AND NEAR DEATH
BONES TO BE BURIED
THE FIRST WIFE AND HER SISTER
SHE WAS TOLD TO MOVE ALONG
*stolen doilies (the expensive ones)
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she moved along a straight line to the second hand shop
she bought second hands, cast off hands and she took them home and nailed them to the way – on lonely nights she would select a hand and caress herself with it – one hand red nail varnish, another a missing finger, all different and all the same – once used it was buried or burnt – she told no one but I knew
I found the bones
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family hearse of forgotten ghosts his family tree had a disease – braches fell, leaves wouldn’t grown, paths ways deviated -sister brother mother lover – Dylans harmonica sounded like nails down a blackboard to her – his nasal whine cut across the intersection – friction from his corduroy trousers started little fires around the crouch, where fat thighs rubbed – hidden behind curtains is always the best vantage point
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never could tell the difference between grimace and smile, in the hotel he ate the guest register, ingested the names, smashed the rocking chair for funeral pyre fire – he hung her out to dry
he was at the crux
he looked it up and down
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THE WHITE HOUSE ANNOUNCED TODAY
THERE MAY BE A REDUCTION IN THE NUMBER OF WOMEN
procreation will come to a near standstill
masturbation and homosexual attachments
will be outlawed and frowned upon
repeat offenders will be removed from society
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at night you can hear them erasing the traces of the past
young women kept in camps for breeding purposes
older women repeatedly raped and forced into work details
romantic love no longer exists, adventures of the heart gone
common citizens in a state of ignorance
welcome brutality with a smile
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in a world of lies
someone secretly writes down the truth
and keeps it hidden and safe
betrayal is everywhere
never trust a photograph
or the words of a “honest” man
masculinity and brutality go hand-in-hand
feudal society feeds itself
procreation is being God
to make real MEN
not naked apes
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dreams of running wild in the upper echelons
heavenly privileges denied to so many others
THANK GOD HISTORY HAS DIED !!!
dreams of running wild in the upper echelons
heavenly privileges denied to so many others
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WHO IS THE KING LORD OF DOMINATION ?
people struggled but no heroes
the pursuit of male supremacy
phallic pride erect and on display
women reduced to a biological function
no longer a looking-glass of extremes
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previous tinkerings,
the odd modulation of frequencies,
the blackboard scribbling erased with a broad swipe told her my dalliances with invention were fruitless – she wanted hard facts, not fumblings with the truth,
nothing outside her parameters
– I wanted to tell her I thought she smelt of dead raccoons,
smelt like damp Kentucky caves
but I couldn’t,
why would I?
(I don’t even know if they have caves in Kentucky)
—–
The sun has escaped the confines of a long winter.
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he commented on the comments and he commented on the comments and he commented on the comments and he commented on the comments and no one read them they were below the watermark hidden like small print –
– the mask shop did a roaring trade in Joan mask – ten a day everyday – each one came with a random sentence from the comments
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WORDS ARE A FORM OF CURRENCY
________________________________
SO MANY PEOPLE CANNOT BE TAUGHT TO READ
APPOINTED IGNORANCE: THE MASSES ILLITERATE
PAYMENTS FOR BURIAL INSURANCE
GRAVE-DIGGING EXPENSES SEPARATE
CAN THE POET REMAIN SILENT ?
BELOW THE WATERMARK ?
TO SURVIVE YOU MUST WADE THROUGH THE SLAUGHTER
TO SURVIVE YOU MUST WADE THROUGH THE SLAUGHTER
HIDDEN LIKE SMALL PRINT ?
EXPRESSIONS/SEEDS
THE HORN OF PLENTY
DISRUPTIVENESS
I’LL BEND YOUR ARM BACKWARDS
BUT I WILL NOT BREAK IT
I WRITE BELOW THE WATERMARK
I WRITE IN EXTRA SMALL PRINT
I’M NOT SO SMART BUT I CAN READ AND WRITE
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someone in your family poisoned the anthropologists
you thought they were asleep on the sofa
but they were butt-ugly dead
no cock crow or alarm clock would rouse them
their swim upstream had come to a halt
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a powerless ape exposed (power earns the right to leisure)
habits of leisure had to be brought into line
controlled and restrained, wipe off the carnivalesque
domestic sex the recreation of the poor
amusement behind locked door
the previous mistakes were eager
to see them locked like dogs
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THE POET PICKED UP 2000 WITHERED LEAVES
HOPING TO TRADE THEM FOR PASTORAL WORDS
JOHNNY BOY AND HIS PARTICULAR ANXIETIES
POETRY AND IDENTITY
THE CONSTANT “LEVELLING” EFFECT
LABOURING SYMPATHY
POETRY-LOVER SPRAYED ON THE DOOR
WORKING-CLASS POET, A KINDRED SPIRIT
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OFTEN IN THE CAVES OF KENTUCKY
ONE FINDS PILES OF MANGLED BONES
WAILED AND WEPT THESE TROPHIES
CHILDREN OF DAUGHTERS
WHO CAN PRAISE ABSTRACTNESS ?
THEY PUT FAR TOO MANY NOTES IN MUSIC
EDUCATED LISTENERS REFUSE TO COUNT THEM
GOOD LORD—-TO ANTICIPATE AN AUDIENCE
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OPEN TO UNKNOWN AND FAR DISTANT READERS
MEMORIALS WRITTEN WITHOUT COUNTING LETTERS
JOHNNY, YOU MAY BE DEAD
YOUR EYES CLOSING
LIVING A COUNTERFEIT LIFE
HOW LONG CAN IT LAST ?
ILLITERATE DENIZENS CROWD YOUR SPACE
SLOWLY BECOMING A CARICATURE
YOU CATCH YOURSELF BEING ERASED
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YOU SAY THAT YOU WAKE UP WET ON THE SHORE
BUSY HOUSEWIVES AND SNOTTY-NOSE CHILDREN STARE
YOUR LIFE WRITTEN FOR NON-READERS
YOU CAN REJOIN THE LIVING
GIVE SHAPE TO YOUR SHAPELESS SELF
*ordinary intercourse is priceless
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the mayor of Kentucky has been in touch
word has got back to him regarding comments made about Kentucky caves – he wants answers
people can still see my outline, I’m not full erased, faint, see through but still visible
I have hidden poems under rocks and in trees, I have tied them to the necks of birds and set them free
don’t worry MM, if my eyes are closing it’s cause I’m sleeping
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Encyclopaedic knowledge of nothing
100% dedication
to the wrong thing
he’s a good looking man but he has legs like twigs
she is an attractive lady with hair like a thorn bush
bleeding fingers run through the foliage
these days, people don’t light cigarettes they turn them on
all things are electric
I run 50km a week but I always end up back in the same place, shorter of breath, weaker of knee
just think about it all
dedicate an hour a day to it
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my wife doesnt know if she loves me or is suffering from Stockholm syndrome – we will call a professional and them decide
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STRONG OF THIGH
WET WITH TORMENT
A SURE LURE TO SIN
SHORT CURLS NOT CHRISTIAN
LANGUISHING
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IN AN EASY POSITION AND BY SHORT STAGES
AUTHENTIC LIFE NOT THE FALSIFYING PLEASURE
SAFE FROM PEOPLE WHO MIRROR THE SOUL
WE ARE ALL MOVING THROUGH A PARTICULAR POINT
THE EVERLASTING STARE, EVER-WATCHFUL EYES
AT THE END WE SHALL SEE AS WELL AS BE SEEN
ACCEPTANCE IN EXPECTANT LOOK
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CAN YOU SHAKE THE GHOSTLY IMAGE ?
PEEP BEHIND THE VEIL ?
the dilemma of being ready for worms
IGNORE THE BONES ?
pressed against the groin
DRY SEX BEGGING FOR WET TONGUE
MARRIED TO THE WIFE AND THE HAND
FREE PLAY WITHOUT THE BURDEN OF POETRY
KARMIC LAW IS ALL AMERICAN…AN OCCULT STOP SIGN
REWARDED WITH ABNORMAL ODDITIES
NOT LIKE GOLDEN HONEY
DRIPPING MASHED POTATO AT INTERVALS
TWENTY DOLLARS FOR THE SMELL OF PINE NEEDLES
TWENTY DOLLARS FOR 15 MINUTES OF JAZZ
you can center your gravity
IF YOU ARE TO SEE THINGS, USE YOUR INNER EYES
YOU MAY BE DOMESTIC BUT YOU ARE NOT A MOUNTAIN HERMIT
YOU MAY HAVE READ OF SLEEPING IN THE WILDS OF NATURE
OR THE NOVELTY OF TOUCHING A LUBED HORSE’S BUTTOCKS
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the pleasure of pushing your finger through a hope in cloth to feel what’s on the other side – blindfolded circus games
Piñata filled with fortune cookie predictions which will never come true – piñata smashed with a cricket stump
you live in a town that has different meanings – the spies are still out there –
furtive glances
the smell of new shoes
as a child you used to lick the side of coins, the copper coil, the tongue running along the edge, the taste…
it tasted like blood, coins carry germs, jangling in pockets near the sac. The smell of a coin, the metal token
paper money is becoming obsolete everything is just zeroes and ones
15 minutes of jazz
A lifetime of pleasure
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the coming of The Lord
(take that as you see fit)
beware the floods of immaculate conception
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masturbating looking at a road map
to go, to be free
no need to worry
the road map makes you like God
you’ll never be lost
you know where you’re going
the road map is mother, wife, your best friend
a road map and a bag of coins
weeks no longer have a limited number of days
except for nicotine and sex all other repetition is discarded
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DO I NEED TO MENTION THAT ONCE YOU DISCARD REPETITION
IT WILL BECOME VERY ANGRY
NO COLORIST COULD MATCH THAT ANGER VALUE
——-THERE WILL BE TERRIBLE DISGRACE AND PUBLIC EMBARRASSMENT
YOU MUST NOT TURN BACK
THEY WILL FALL ON EMPTY SOIL
AND GROW NOT
AND FINALLY VANISH WITH THE WIND
THE PAST MEANS NOTHING
YOU HAVE PAID YOUR DUES
YOU ARE NO LONGER FIXED WITHIN OR WITHOUT
YOU ARE FREE
GO FORWARD
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PEOPLE WITH CHICKEN-WIRE PERSONALITIES
A SOCIAL LIFE CLUTTERED WITH QUARRELING SQUIRRELS
UNWRAPPED CHRISTMAS GIFTS FROM 1976
SHOULD YOU WASH YOUR FACE WITH ACID ?
——————————————————————-
SOMEBODY SAID THAT THE PORTRAITS
IN THE DOLLAR STORE FRAMES
ARE MODELS AND NOT YOUR RELATIVES
ARE THE YOUNG ONES MOVIE STARS ?
PRIMITIVE HUMAN FORMS
BARNACLES AND BULGES
AND AWARD WINNING FOREHEADS
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PEOPLE SEEM TO BE VITAL COMPONENTS
IN YOUR DAY-TO-DAY WORLD
—the weathered folks have slipped away
ELEVATORS ACROSS THE LANDSCAPE
RICH PEOPLE BURIED IN ELEVATORS
THE MOVING DEAD
GAY-DREAMS ABOUT A POLISHED HEARSE
A DRIVER WITH A SILK HAT
A FROST POEM IN HIS POCKET
HE SAYS, “MY EMPLOYMENT ISOLATES ME”
I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS THE CHEMICAL SMELL
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IGNORING THE MUD BETWEEN THEIR TOES
LOTS OF CHANCE ENCOUNTERS
PRETENTIOUS PATTY-CAKE
AND THEN REMARKABLE SEX
UP, DOWN, HALF-WAY IN, HALF-WAY OUT
PERSISTENT FRICTION
EVE SCREAMS AND ACTS LIKE AN ANGRY BEAR
SHE WOULD BE RIGID WITH DEATH ONE DAY
OUTSIDE THE GARDEN, A SIDE-SHOW BARKER
SCREAMS, “SHE COMES SHE GOES, DEATH SELDOM WAITS”
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—-ADAM AND EVE WERE THE SHADOWS OF GOD’S MOTHER AND FATHER—
the side-show barker says, “Adam is as naked as your father !”
GOD MAKES A PERFECT WORLD
A PERFECT GARDEN WELL PROTECTED (?)
MAKES ADAM AND EVE BASED ON HIS PARENTS
WHO WAS THE SERPENT BASED ON ?
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WHISKEY AND SILKEN CROTCHES
POVERTY AND STUPIDITY
PLEADING FOR MASCULINITY
WADDED UNDERWEAR LIKE PETER NORTH
POETS WITH PURPOSELESS WORDS
POETS LISTED AS AUTOMATONS
LACKING TORNADOES IN THEIR SAC
LABORATORY EXPERIMENTS AS ROMANCE
WARM ELECTRIC LIPS
VIBRATING TWIGS FOR THE TRUNK
ARTIFACTS FROM THE GUTTER
A POET WITH A VERBAL ACT
A LONG PAUSE AND THEN JISM
AN AROMA THAT WILL NOT WASH OFF
THE SINUOSITY OF SIN TIMES TEN
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the town is an invention made up of words it exists below the comments after the full stops
sparks jumping from tesla coils
coming off the conveyor belts at the Leviathan factory – super sharp space age cutlery
there are names that people will forget
empty swings in the parks
religious wrestlers paranoid mothers lonely men with bad habits – online life’s
empty husks
all written at once automatic robotic let the words lead you
to the hotel of bibles and chambermaids with smooth skin and then take time to read this all ALOUD
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POETRY THAT CONTAMINATES ITS READERS
AN OILY RESIDUE OF MEANING
READERS ASK FOR THAT
—who the hell reads poetry ?
$85+TAX TO SPEND THE NIGHT IN THE MOTEL OF POETRY
WHEN THE CLERK HANDS YOU THE KEY/CARD
THAT MOMENT IS THE THRESHOLD OF PLEASURE
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THERE WERE NO SECRETS ABOUT THE ANXIETIES
AT THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
WOMEN SUFFERING EXTREME STRESS
IN EASY ACCESS OF SHARP CUTLERY
WEAKER MEN HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO CRACK UP
IT IS WELL KNOWN THAT THEY REFUSE TO HIRE POETS
A LARGE NUMBER OF THE FEMALE STAFF
ARE CONTINOUSLY PREGNANT
SEXUAL SELF-EDUCATION
SEEMS TO BE A SLOW PROCESS
ALWAYS THE PATH AND NOT THE DESTINATION
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I REMEMBER WHEN YOU READ THAT NOTE FROM YOUR PARENTS
—was that below the comments ?
LIFE SEEMED LIKE IT CAME OFF THE CONVEYOR BELT
YOU WERE A SECRET POET AND YOU WORKED AT THE LEVIATHAN PLANT
MANY NAMES WILL BE FORGOTTEN BUT NEVER THAT OF JOHNNY BOY
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“AN ORPHAN AND A BEGGAR”
THE PHRASE IS REPEATED DAILY
SOMETIMES WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOUR HORNS
IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR
BEFORE WORK
YOU WONDER WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO BE AN AMERICAN
TO BE FREE OF THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY AND CUTLERY
ORPHANS HAVE NO NEED OF HISTORY
THREE MINUTES AFTER THE EXPULSION
WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE ?
YOU SHOULD CHANGE YOUR NAME
ALPHONSE IS A RATHER ODD NAME
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IN KENTUCKY INCEST IS BARELY DISGUISED
SISTERS AND MOTHERS ARE PASSED AROUND
MONSTERS TO BE KILLED WITH SEX
OVER AND OVER BUT DEATH DOES NOT COME
THE GUILTY SAY THAT THEY ARE “ADAM AND EVE”
WE ARE OF THE SAME BLOOD, “OUR FATHER”
OUR SHUDDERS OF RESPONSE ARE THE SAME
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POETRY ABOUT SECRET FACES AND HUMAN FRAMES
RADIUM GOES GOOD WITH SEX AND DEATH
IGNORE THE FEVER AND THE SLIGHT PAIN
SOMEDAY YOUNG PEOPLE WILL BE FREE
THEIR ORGANS SAFE
FROM THE WEALTHY SLAUGHTERHOUSES
AMAZON WILL SELL EVERYTHING
INCLUDING MINIATURIZED MOVIE STARS
EVERYONE KNOWS YOU’RE BEING GNAWED BY WORMS
YOU OFTEN REFER TO THEM AS YOUR “HISTORIES”
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ODOR DISPERSAL WAS ON YOUR MIND
WORMS GNAWED
WORMS WITH AN ONIONY UNDERARM DISCHARGE
ONE WORM WITH AN EJACULATE
SINGULAR DEVOTION TO THAT WORM
MASTURBATORS WITH THE PERFECT HOBBY
LIFE IS A BISEXUAL MOVIE
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———————-erotic in the Sacher-Masochian frame of mind—–
streets of sin and sweets, biblical phrases everywhere
hours of the day weighed with strange words
soiled words……soiled words that bite like a serpent
forbidden adultery on the tongues of male language
racy and raunchy with excremental undertones
organic farts….sulphurous
held and then released
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LIFE IS A BISEXUAL MOVIE FULL OF MEASUREMENTS
THE BIG QUESTION IS, ARE YOU AN ORDINARY MAN ?
POETRY OFTEN FINDS ITSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF A PLOT
CRYPTOGRAPHIC IN A SENSE, SOILED WORDS
UNUSUAL POWERS OF MIND, HELPFUL INFORMATION
SHE WANTED A MAN WITH THE CORRECT EYEHOLES
HER MOTHER HAD LIVED WITH BACK BENT
HER MOTHER WHO WENT THROUGH SEVEN SHOVELS
HER MOTHER WHO WAS MARRIED TO A BLIND MAN
GOD HAD MADE A MISTAKE WITH HIS PEEPHOLES
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A DETECTIVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOUR PSEUDONYM
WHAT WAS I TO SAY ?
HE HAD HEARD OF YOUR SULPHUROUS FARTS
THE GRAY MYSTERY MEAT WITH THE ODD BONES
TO IT THAT HAS DONE THE WRONG
I TOLD HIM YOU WERE A SIMPLE NORSEMAN
I SAID THAT BECAUSE I AM A SIMPLE NORSEMAN
WHAT WAS I TO SAY ?
I AM CRUSOE AND YOU EDGAR POE
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IS IT TRUE YOU PAY PEOPLE TO BE ANXIOUS READERS ?
$10 FOR SYLVIA PLATH TO LABOR THE VERBAL UGLINESS
WORDS THAT BRING FURTHER DEATH INTO THE WORLD
LOATHSOME WORDS FOUND IN CEMETERY FENCES
BLOWN THERE BY WINDS OF DESPAIR
*your real parents were figure-skaters
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SWASTIKA NIGHT AT THE JEWISH HOEDOWN
ONLY THE UPPER ECHELONS ARE WELCOME
————–PRIVILEGES DENIED TO OTHERS—-
POETRY WRITTEN ON DOLLAR STORE STOCK
POOR PEOPLE CIRCLE FRUITLESSLY
SEEDS OF SUPPRESSION UNDERFOOT
NO CURVES OR WIGGLES
IN A STRAIGHT WORLD
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the night of slamming doors
of fire alarms splitting the night – the milk screams of toothless babes – tired eyes shell shock the lowest ebb
a nadir
at sometime AM
the moon has a headache –
a low level screech undercuts everything – a Yoko machine wails loudly and keeps the dogs at bay – shopkeepers use the Yoko machine to keep away gaggles of slack-jawed youth
scribbled something, an attempt at poetry on the back of an envelope –
(you’ll come back to it at a later date and realise it was rubbish)
you return to everything you’ve ever down and realise the futility if all your actions – but at least
you recognise it before it’s to late
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THERE IS A YOKO MACHINE ON THE STREET CORNER OF YOUR CHILDHOOD
MODELED SEEMINGLY UPON THE MOBILE AND IRRESPONSIBLE POET
POETS ARE RARELY COHERENT OR UNIFIED, SOCIOPATHIC ERASED
PARTICIPATORY READING, READERS DRAG IN NIGHTSHADE POISON
SOUNDS FROM THE YOKO MACHINE HAVE OPENINGS
CAT WAILS AND CAR DOOR SLAMS ON THE FINGERS
ADMITTEDLY ENTERTAINING ON HALLOWEEN
OUT OF THE CHAOS AND CRAZINESS
YOKO ONO, THE OLDEST LIVING WOMAN
HAILS AS THE QUEEN OF ABSURDITY
SURREALISM HAS THROWN HER TO THE STREET
—————-WRONG GENDER——————————
IF SHE ONLY PLAYED DRUMS OR A DRUM
SADLY, PEOPLE CHUCKLE AT HER ORAL INTERPRETATIONS
WHITE TEENAGE BOYS TOSS POCKET-KNIVES AT THE YOKO MACHINE
FOOLING AROUND OUTSIDE HAS BECOME A THING OF THE PAST
ALL RITUALIZED PLAY HAPPENS INDOORS IN FRONT OF A SCREEN
THE EMPTINESS OF PUBERTY IS EVEN MORE EMPTY
EROTIC DAYDREAMS ARE SCRAPS SEIZED AND RELEASED
MOUTH TO MOUTH SLAMMING DOORS
FIRE ALARMS THAT PURIFY
FAMILY NAMES AND NICKNAMES
UNRAVEL THE KNOTTED LINEAGE
PERSONAL PLEASURE IN MILK
MILK-RETENTIVE, NEUROTICALLY HOLLOW
ENDLESS HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS
MISSING THANK-YOU NOTES
SELF-CENTERED
CUFFS ROLLED UP
YOKO ONO
UNDERSIZED HEROINE
NURTURANT POWER ?
WEALTH AND MORE FILTHY WEALTH
ODDLY GARBLED SOUNDS FROM THE MACHINE
TRYING TO PASS A GIANT RUTABAGA SIZE KIDNEY STONE
BIZARRE CARICATURES OF HER POSTED IN POST OFFICES
GUILTY OF WARPED BEHAVIOR, IMITATING LIFE AND ART
INCLUDING THE AUDIENCE AS PARTICIPANTS
RECOGNIZABLE HOSTILITY
CUT OFF FROM KNOWLEDGE OF DEAD HUSBAND
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the Yoko machine was made by Leviathan cutlery and retailed for £127
(I don’t know the $ to £ conversion)
– original blueprints are stored in a secret location. Just south of Stockholm – copyrighted to an persons Unknown – but definitely not teenagers – the penmanship has never been authenticated but then again Normans mother never left fingerprints
left no trace
invisible against the backdrop in her wake
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YOKO WAS SO CAREFULLY SEWN
AS IF BY ANGELS
I TOUCHED HER OFTEN
THANKFULLY, HER BODY
WAS ONLY A UNIT OF THE WHOLE
WITH HER BLUE WINGS
SHE WAS A TRUE FORCE
I OFTEN THOUGHT
SHE COULD FLAP ME
INTO HEAVEN
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THERE WERE ENDLESS NUMBERS OF ANONYMOUS VICTIMS
HUGE SUMS OF CASH MONEY REQUIRE THAT PEOPLE
BE FOOLED, CHEATED, INJURED…..LOVE LIKEWISE
I LET NO MAN STAND BETWEEN US
THE CONSTANT SUPPLY OF MILK MADE JUNKIES CRAZY
I KILLED MILKMEN WITH BULLETS AND KNIVES
WASHED OFF THEIR BLOOD AS IF IN RITUAL
AND MADE WILD CRAZY LOVE WITH MY WOMAN
YOKO WOULD SING LIKE A CANARY ON MESCALINE
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KEEP AN ORIFICE BEHIND THE DOOR
PUT UP A SIGN “KEEP MOIST”
SOME PEOPLE ESTABLISH SIMILITUDES
OF BODY PARTS VISIBLE
AND OTHERWISE
LUBRICATED ORIFICE BEHIND THE DOOR
YOKO WITH FLUID OF HER OWN ORIGIN
A DOWNWARD PATH INWARD
PUPPY SKIN AND FEATHERS
AND HARPY TEETH
THOUSANDS OF TIMES I TOUCHED HER
THE GUILT LIKE GLOVES
I CANNOT REMOVE
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“I DARE YOU TO SAY JESUS IN A ROOM FULL OF BLIND PEOPLE”
influence from the world beyond
all poets are inspired prophets
poetry readers buy baby formula at the dollar store
they know the infant will thrive, nursing from long dead cows
between appearance and reality, embracing the whole cow
blind in a thousand ways with perfect eyes
sick cows stand in need of interpretation
sick cows collapsed with bloody froth
the seer’s phrases—can they be defined ?
the wily beggar talk-box owns your soul
the subsoil is there, your roots are bound
superhuman powers
think about it
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bovine shadows and silhouettes cast in the room of the deaf – there was no need to shout Jesus –
no one believed in ghosts or fairy tales –
not anymore
not now
slaughter the beast leave nothing to waste eat the meat wear the skin make fantastic jewellery from the bones look into the eyes
I often stand at the crossroad and just
Close my eyes
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MARRIAGE BEDS IN CIRCLES AROUND THE CHURCH
VICIOUS AND REPULSIVE NESTS DEEMED ACCEPTABLE
ROMANTIC DEVELOPMENTS ONE WOULD RATHER ADVOID
THE PLAYFUL DAYS GO AND NEVER RETURN
EXCESSIVE PLEASURE IS A PRIVATE EVENT PAST
PRIVATE TUTORS, TIPTOEING AROUND CLEVER FINGERS
STERN THOUGHTS INTO GENTLE WAVES….WICKED SYLLABLES
THE SMOKE OF MONSTERS IS EVERYWHERE…JESUS IN FULL VIEW
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people who think dearly of you
are disarmed to see you close your eyes
barricades are of little use
facing up to the aggression
that’s the ticket
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the obituary never even mentioned her name, just small clues that meant nothing to the uninformed
cuddling her was like gripping a cactus
she was locked in a house
Beefheart pressure to write non stop
vibration like earthquakes
holding her was like carrying a grenade without the pin
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I WANTED TO RIFLE THROUGH YOUR POSSESSIONS
TO TOUCH YOUR MONEY BOX IN A SCHOOLBOY WAY
MATHEMATICS, HOSTAGES AND A RANSOM IN AMERICAN
DAYDREAMS THAT DISARM THE BITTERNESS OF REALITY
ECSTATIC FRENZY IN WHICH NO MODERATION IS SHOWN
HAVING NO OPTION BUT TO SERVICE ALL GENDERS
SAVAGERY IN THE BEDROOM, INCAPABLE OF RESTRAINT
FEAR NOT FOR THERE IS NO PROPER TIME
TO RECOGNIZE OUR SIMILARITY
AS OUR WORDS OF INTEREST
VARY SO
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her knees looked like angry fists
her face, it looked like a botched plastic surgeons attempts at perfection
her
fingers that want to pilfer your possessions to steal the very fabric that covers you to delve inside body and mind
now
the end of the maths equation
the answer
the freed hostages of logic
frozen in frenzy ecstatic
static over skin
the small buzzes that tell you you’re alive
our words our comfort blankets for the children of the future
a future where hotel have letters that have dropped from their signs
“HOT L”
flashes into the emptiness of this city night
“NO VAC S”
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I have spent so many words rambling through my thoughts
the honeymoon photograph of your wife
with her knees like angry fists
Bob Dylan: “whimsies and humors and angry knees like fists”
poets are always forced to speculate
an anecdote full of witty sallies
possibly adult rated
just the word, sodomy
the room downstairs
where one keeps the dictionary
fingers that pilfer, collaborators
doubles within ourselves
multiple michaels
manuring wordpress
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ARITHMETIC OUTSIDE BARKING
BEYOND THE POWER OF NUMBERS
CHANCE GOVERNS THE POETRY WORLD
STEP UP…YOUR TIME IS NOW
YOUR MEASURE LIGHTHEARTEDLY NAKED
AN URGENCY TO START….TO STOP
CRUDE AND MECHANICAL YOUNG GROOM
PRONOUNCED TWICE THE DIRTY WORD LOVE
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JOHN AND YOKO WALK ON SILENCE
IN WHAT COULD ONLY BE STRAINED EXPECTATION
CHORD AND DISCORD AND THE SOUND OF THE GUN
LOVED ONES SCREAM, “STAY OFF THE STREET”
BUT FLYING DRAGONS SWALLOW THE WORDS
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the king and queen ensconced in the Gideon hotel staying off the streets
pebble dashed with chewing gum
– yesterday’s newspaper
tomorrow’s horoscope
– in the room, bemoaning this and that – demanding unrealistic things of room service
– JD Salingers autograph
– a man with seven fingers on one hand
– a hotel room without the good book
their hair entwined they were ONE DEITY in white sheets*
*neither were in the Klan
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you speak of a hotel that has no verbs
time-lapse photographs
on each wall
verbs are clouds in your boyhood
time-lapse photographs
of your wedding bed
OBLIGATION
functions of a logical poet
constantly reinventing
honeymoon exercises
she was a prisoner
claiming you were the guilty lock bolt
correcting errors…counting correctly
your fingers sad and strange
making detours after whispers
unassimilable otherness
circles of questions
rules of grammar as molecular flakes
ones own language disquieting
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the feeling she had was always like falling falling through clouds and days and glass doors shattering
a canopy of shit just to fall through
plug hole cyclone of spinning debris
no parachute to slow the descent
to crash through the membranes of context,
the sharp points of letters,
the pictures of you and your parents which you hide to add an air of mystery to your lineage
faces x’ed out on pictures
I have all the stolen cocaine
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THE SINGLE BLIND MAN IN YOUR PERSONAL LIFE
LIVES IN A HOTEL FREE FROM VERBS
YOU SAY THAT HE CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE
BUT I FEAR THAT HE IS BEING DISSOLVED
THE DECAY OF TIME IS HEARTLESS
ONLY YESTERDAY HE WAS YOUNG AND STRONG
TODAY HE PURCHASES SOIL TO RETIRE
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PHOTOGRAPHS OF MY FAMILY
SNAPSHOTS BETWEEN INTENTION
AND THE ACT
INTERROGATIONS
IN THE SHADOWS
ALL THE FLYING SAUCER STUFF
THE UFO ABDUCTIONS
ROUGH CIRCUMSTANCES
LIVING SO CLOSE TO THE KENTUCKY BORDER
THE DIFFICULTY OF PURCHASING ITALIAN CIGARETTES
PHOTOGRAPHS OF MY FAMILY
BLACK AND WHITE WITH BRIGHT RED
SPONGES OF BLOOD
SUICIDE IMPOTENCE
ALL THE THINGS THAT ANGERED HEAVEN
OUTWARD-TURNING MASKS
DISQUIETING AND UNCANNY
SINS BROUGHT TO LIGHT
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WE SPEAK OF HOTELS AND MENTION NOT THAT THEY ARE PRISONS
PEOPLE OFTEN LEAP FROM WINDOWS WITH WHAT SEEMS TO BE PARACHUTES
THE NAUSEATING TRUTH …. THEY ARE CAPES MADE FROM TOWELS
SOME ARE ON FIRE, OTHERS SOAKED WITH BODILY FLUIDS
NORMAN’S MOTHER RUNS AROUND WITH A THERMOMETER
HER SISTER MEASURES HYDROGEN IONS
DADDY WAS TELLING STRANGERS ABOUT THE DISAPPOINTMENT
AFTER THE HONEYMOON…ALL THE BROKEN GLASS IN BED
ALL HE ASKED—A REASONABLE SYSTEM OF REWARDS
AND THAT HIS CHILDREN WOULD NOT GROW UP TO BE INSECTS
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FAMILY PHOTOGRAPHS, HYSTERICALLY SKEPTICAL—CYNICAL
CHOICES THAT FACE THE POET
THROW THE BABIES IN FIRE-AND-BRIMSTONE
DO NOT DRAG THEM THROUGH YEARS ON A PLANET
AS HAIRLESS APES…FORCED TO GO TO CHURCH
TO WORSHIP A SADISTIC VAUDEVILLE GOD
PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE DOCTOR WITH THE VACUUM TUBE
LEAVE NO CLUES, DETECTIVES ARE BEING DISPATCHED
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IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF POETRY
INESCAPABLE——-
DANDYISM IS AS DANDYISM DOES
BULGING PANTS
SOMEONE SAID THE WORD, PROPENSITIES
WAILING JAZZ…DOORJAM BLUES
WHIP-WIELDING WHITES IN KENTUCKY
A POCKET OF MINUTE-HANDS STOLEN FROM SEARS
RICH PEOPLE LIVED INDOORS
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family lines blurred inside becomes out things hidden words erased no authentication of birth
“we shall not speak of those things” is your motto –
a forefinger placed against the lips – ssssssshhhh –
gilded coat of arms -forever attached to your name –
perpetually in silence
sewn on through leather
the jazz runs
meanders through and across a thousand different terrains lesions left
longingly
she looks at tomorrow
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SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT EACH TOMORROW
IS DARK ARMS CROSSED FOR A BRIGHT DAY
WHITE LITTLE NECKS HOLDING UP BIG HEADS
WINKS AND NODS FROM PARTYGOERS
A GROUP OF UNDECIDEDS
MEN, WOMEN AND UNDECIDEDS
MEETINGS AND GREETINGS AND NAKED ORGANS
NARCOTIC SMOKE FROM THE LIPS OF POETS
THERE WERE PEOPLE FROM PORN MAGAZINES
EXQUISITE VACANT SPACES
SCIENTISTS CHOSEN BY VERIFIED INCHES
DOMESTIC CIRCLES OF HOMOSEXUALS
A REGULAR NECROMANCER’S CABINET
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MARRIAGE BEDS
AROUND THE CAMPFIRE AT NIGHT
NONSENSE HAUNTS THE INNER MIND
NEVER HAD AND NEVER WOULD
A THOUSAND TIMES THOSE WORDS
BOUNCED OFF THE MOON
ISOLATED IN PARADISE
THE RASH OF LONELINESS
SYMPATHIES BRIGHT IN THE COALS
ADVENTURERS SNEAK INTO KENTUCKY
NOTHING BUT CROCKERY-JAR
AND LADLE-LIKE FROM A NIGHTMARE
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FLAMES AROUND THE MARRIAGE BED
PEOPLE JUMP AND RUN
WHO SHALL SEEK TO STAY ?
CHOSE THE BITTER TRUTH
FIND YOURSELF DECLINING AND FADING
IF YOU GO AWAY AND LEAVE
LOOK BACK ON US HOLDING THE SNAKE
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IDEAS OF SALVATION AND ETERNAL LIFE
DUTIES AND PLEASURES
AND THEN ONE DAY THE BLIGHT
THE FACES OF PEOPLE SICK WITH HOPE
UNSATISFIED HUNGER FOR LOVE
0NE THOUSAND MILLION TIMES
YOU CALL FOR MOTHER
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RAG-TIME MUSIC
MY GOD, I’VE PULLED IT AWAY FROM YOUR EAR
TOO MANY TIMES
INTUITION AND DREAMS AND NOSTALGIC JAZZ
BUFFOONS COLORING LIFE
BOHEMIANS HAVING PETROUCHKA-LIKE INTERCOURSE
HALF-COMIC—HALF-TRAGIC
HEAVILY BANDAGED MAN PARTS
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I SAW YOU IN THE DETECTIVE-MYSTERY MAGAZINE
ENDLESS QUESTIONS ABOUT THE MARRIAGE BED
WHY WAS IT SURROUNDED BY FIRE ?
WHY WAS IT FLOATING IN THE AIR ?
ANECDOTES ABOUT THE FACTORY LIFE
—————CUTLERY——————————
THEY WANT YOU TO RISK EVERYTHING
POETIC COMPOSITIONS THAT EXPLODE
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HEY BABY BOY, PUT DOWN YOUR GOULASH
AND PICK UP YOUR BLADE
THEY WANT YOU TO RISK EVERYTHING
POETIC COMPOSITIONS RAZOR SHARP
CLOWNS AND ACROBATS ARE OUT THE DOOR
ALL DEFIANCE OF COMMON SENSE WELCOME
BUFFOONS HAVE MADE OUR WORLD MULTI-COLORED
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half comic
half tragic was a name suggested for the story of her life – the claptrap banging of the ragtime time van played Dixie under sheets if night – the voodoo minister with snake bitten hands
the darlings of the avant garde
England is 43% tea
It rains inside
the bandages cover friction burns
initiation ceremony gone awry
the blood pools
then congeals
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the detective magazine was full of non blood letting bondage stuff – sex fluff to intice the reader – the burning bed was a code
(No one was hurt in the making of the magazine) – the detective followed whoever bought one — tagged them on a map
you could trace them by the little explosions seen from satellites stationed four miles above
we look like less then ants from that distance – molecules on a floating rock one step away from the apes
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a fresh use of familiar words
no unusual combinations
buying that detective magazine
was like being a shark
and hiding your fin
there is always the trail of smoke
Yoko crammed into a shoe box
her farts glow briefly in the dark
you’ve touched her in the damp
her crease, as it is
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molecules on a floating rock, one step away from the apes
we fling our loved ones as a sacrifice
capture words and hold them as they are being erased
draw pictures of rectums, shoo flies away from static butts
modern art is no longer modern
catalogs of pig parts
I tried to talk to Jesus
about pork
my words were mistakes
JESUS WAS BEARDED AND CONSTANTLY FORBIDDING
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ECCENTRIC USES OF LANGUAGE
PONDEROUS GRAVITY
INTIMATE FAMILIARITY
YOU ARE HE WHO TAUNTINGLY COMPELS
ADMIDST THE KITCHENWARE
LOITERING IN THE COMPANY OF CUTLERY
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I know you bought your family portraits from a second hand shop (the same shop where I once bought discarded hands) – and you put them in frames made by inmates at the local sanitarium –
– they kidnapped my children and demanded ransoms I couldn’t afford
– your family portraits are paint by numbers – no flesh colour paint left
so you use azure
you and your blue faces family sitting on a mantle piece
dusty
an empty draw once filled with cutlery
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DISCARDED HANDS PURCHASED AT DISCOUNT (how poetic)
ANYTHING TO CONNECT WITH CONVENTIONAL MINDS
MENTAL HEALTH IS BOTH MENTAL AND MANUAL LABOR
THE READING PUBLIC NEVER LEAVE THE FISH BOWL
——————–EMBARRASSEDLY—————————-
THEY HAVE LOST TRACK OF HOW TO THINK
EVEN SIMPLE THOUGHTS: RUSTY NAILS
AND THAT CHILDHOOD FEAR
OF GOING BAREFOOT
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EASTER IN FLORIDA
is it possible ?
JUST LIKE ON “A DAY IN THE LIFE”
A FINAL CORD IS NEEDED
HUNDREDS OF AUTOMOBILES ON I-95 CRASH
MAKING AN ALMOST PERFECT E MAJOR
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I TRIED TO GET IN THE CAR WITH TENNESSEE WILLIAMS
BUT THEY SAID THAT I WASN’T MAN ENOUGH
GOTTA BE CRASS AND CRUEL, HAVE A CURSE A MINUTE
BE RED-LINED ON THE TACHOMETER
I DO LOOK SUBTERRANEAN
LIKE I WOULD BE TOO TAME
TO PISS OUT THE WINDOW
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eBay have sent out the detective men – your items are misleading –
fake words
Yokos breath in a bottle
patents to non-existent kitchen appliances
space debris
your IP address sent them to new territory – deep in verdant jungles – they returned looking like the victims of a pogrom –
and that was the first time I saw her –
her appearance her
eyes slightly looking
this way – fingers dis
located And skin
reptilian & Water proof
I can’t tune my eyes to this
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a honest person trying to sell words—-call the police !!!
in a daily world full of deformed words
artificial (fake) words
————————————-it is true that my words were upsetting Geiger counters at the post office——————————————————————–
was I maneuvered by the eBay detectives ?
beaten by the brutality of existence ?
words stolen from the Curie house
purchased at a flea market in Lake Worth
for $5
I knew they would be hot on eBay
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YOKO HAS BEEN REARRANGED
RESHAPED/REVISED
ACTUAL TALK TO SEAN
NOT THE CODED MESSAGES
SHE HAD A NEW RETURN ADDRESS
WHAT KIND OF STAINS WERE ON THE MATTRESS ?
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a day in the life of
two separate things sewn together with no middle but a clear beginning and a final full stop
– everyone moving together
towards a goal
everyone moving
towards the end
perfect notes are allude the untrained ear
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Flamboyant use of punctuation
a flagrant disregard for what has been
for what has passed
I know your game
putting forks in the knife draw
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I sold the words NEOVAGINA CONSTRUCTION
no one was the wiser
endless dreams about DNA and secret blueprints
as a poet, soiled words are common
when I speak of soiled words you never respond
are you thinking of vestigial forms of contractions ?
face-to-face coitus ? the endless chatter…nuances
I sold endless words, no one the wiser
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PEOPLE ARE SO DESPERATE TO GET FRESH MATERIAL
NEW WORDS FOR NEW POETRY
STOLEN WORDS—SOILED WORDS
WORDS THAT MAKE THE POSTAL GEIGER COUNTER
GO ALL FIRETRUCK WILD—CLICKING LIKE A DUCK ON METH
————–have they implicated you in the burglaries ?
ASSUMING RESPONSIBILITY WHILE DENYING EVERYTHING
THE ILLICIT LIFESTYLE OF THE POET
CAPER AFTER CAPER AND NEVER AN ACTUAL CRIME
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EXPOSED TO CONSIDERABLE SODOMY
—in Kentucky, they call it zipper instinct
HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU PROMISE
TO MOVE FROM DEVIANCY TO NORMALCY ?
A BUDDING INTELLECTUAL IN THE POETRY WORLD
YOU WERE WRITING LOVE LETTERS TO BILLIE HOLIDAY
AND SHE WAS EITHER DEAD OR NOT BORN YET
HER SNATCH SMELLED LIKE EGGED MAYONNAISE
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YOU WERE DRIVING FAST
PSYCHOPHARMACOLOGICAL
NASCAR FAST
EMPHASIS ON SEXUALIZED SUBSTITUTION
EROS AND LANGUAGE
UNLUCKY PREGNANT SENTENCES
ROAD MAPS OF WASTED LIFE
BLASPHEMY ON THE WINDSHIELD
NOT LIKELY TO FIND EVER LESS MERCY
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NASCAR is just cars going in a circles
round and around
cheered on by sun-tanned leather necked men
in caps with trucker logos and the names of
lawnmowers all related to each other in biblical ways
they know no words
dead bugs on the windshield
in a place where they don’t understand straight lines
and zero concept of turning right
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CURVING BUTTOCKS OF NASCAR
COWBOYS ON CARS/IN CARS SNARLING
THEY WERE A HIT AT THE DANCE
WHITE JEANS FOR THE CINEMA
OLD-FASHIONED SILENCE
LIP-SMACKING INCH
TRUMPETINGS
THE RETURNING CONQUERORS
BABY-TALK AND ALL
NURSERY RHYMES WITH A LARGE EGG
HORNETS BEHIND THE WALL
SNEAK AND ATTACK
ABBERATIONS
REPEATED SCREAMING
ACTIVE AND PASSIVE ORAL
DIZZYING SMELLS IN THE CURLS
NO NEED FOR OTHER OUTLETS
ONE CLOWN IN THE SACK
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red neck cowboys beat up on the egg man – beat him till he bled yoke –
under NASCAR suns
amongst brown globule’s of tobacco spit
wifes black eye silent screams
vision bent by shimmering light
a mirage WE ALL SEE THINGS THAT ARE NOT THERE
the redneck cowboys are the end of the line
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THE EGG MAN IS NO ORDINARY BEGGAR-VAGABOND
HE IS NOT THE LIVING MEAT PULLED OFF HIS FATHER
THE EGG MAN IS FROM PARIS—WAS FROM PARIS
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POETS STILL ARGUE ABOUT HIS GOATEE
EGG MAN WAS AN INITIATOR INTO MALE MYSTERIES
BOYS SANK INTO MANHOOD…MATURE THIGHS
HE WAS AN EUROPEAN SLEEPWALKER
WAS HE ASLEEP AT THE TIME OF THE ACCIDENT ?
ACROBATIC LEAPS ON TOOTHPICK LEGS
*Yoko thought he would be a quick trick
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the egg man was a cracked shell scattered crunched under foot –
what he was then
he wasn’t now
a fully grown foetus
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THE KING’S MEN WERE OUT OF TOWN
A SEXUAL BATTLEFIELD
OF SATIRE
HUNGERING FOR WARM FLESH
PIVOTAL POINTS AS IF A BENDABLE DOLL
SANITARY PADS FOR THE EXCRETA OF ART
TEDIOUS AND REPETITIVE
SINGLE-MINDED BROWN
“I’LL BUY MY POETRY FOR A DOLLAR A PAGE”
WORDS MADE OUT OF WATERCOLORS
LONELY WORDS —BEGGAR WORDS
GANDHI TAKING A LEAK
MIND YOU THE WATER RISK
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WILLING TO WRITE CLUMSY THINGS
TO READ OURSELVES
NO LONGER
AND NEVER WILL BE AGAIN
CAMARADERIE OF THE POETS
DAILY WORDS
SOILED WORDS
CHARCOAL SCENTED UNDIES
WELL-DRESSED LADS SNIFFING
RUSTY ANCHORS IN THE BACKROOM
NASCAR DECALS AND STP STICKERS
HATS SEWN TO HEADS
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words written for no purpose other than to write
to kill a slow moment
written with no plan
no set outcome – WHAT WILL BE
WILL BE
these exchanged words
gifted & wrapped in code
the NASCAR men sipping suds In car parks – the rousing hand clapping on the simpleton spectators
as their spouses seek solace in the meaty arms of sailors and soldiers – undergarments smell of BBQ & nicotine – past life regressions lost in clouds of exhaust fumes
STP used a cheap lubricant on now glistening holes
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multiple micheal the Floridian words man – there is no record if your birth – days spent backpacking through Kentucky – westward wanderer
manifest destiny the sign points: that away
in a disused motel with flickering neon lights (there is always a letter missing) always
soiled mattresses make for a good nights sleep
the hobos stand around oil drums vagrant sodomy is just high jinks under
street lights
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BACKPACKING THROUGH KENTUCKY
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE CUCUMBER QUEEN
HOW COULD I FORGET HER ?
SHE INJURED MY SPERM COUNT
WEIRD HIP BONES
I COULDN’T WALK AWAY
SERIAL UNEMPLOYMENT
GIRLFIGHTS
AN OLD RED MUSTANG
THAT I WRECKED
IN LESS THAN A MILE
BULLET-RIDDLED MEMORIES
SURPRISED WITH OTHER MEN’S WIVES
BACKPACKING THROUGH KENTUCKY
ACROBATIC SODOMY
IN THE SHADOWS
OF AN OIL CAN BURNING
BOHEMIAN DRIFTERS
LIKE A MUSK GLAND
AN INFECTED MUSK GLAND
NEVER SOBER WITH STP LUBE
THEY SAY THAT SODOMY
IS DEEPLY GRATIFYING
SELF-ABSORBING PLEASURE
OUTSIDER LIFE MAKES ONE NUMB
PROTAGONIST LOVERS
PULLING A “SWITCH”
NEVER A PROPER ARENA
FOR HOBO SODOMY
POETS WERE ALWAYS PERCHED
WATCHING, REPLACEMENT HUNGRY
VOCALIZATION IS A TURN-OFF
ALL FRICTION FREAKS
ARE ACCELERATING
TOWARDS SOME MANNER
OF VIOLENT IMPACT
GRAVITATIONAL FIELDS
DIFFERENT BROWNS
——POETRY———–
BECOMES A TRANSCRIPTION
OF EYEWITNESS TESTIMONY
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A MOSAIC OF VOICES AROUND THE OIL DRUM FIRE
YOUNG MEN WITH NO OBVIOUS WRITING EXPERIENCE
YOUNG ENOUGH THAT SOME OF THEIR DEMONS REMAINED HIDDEN
OLDER STANDBYS IN RAGS AND MISMATCHED SHOES LURKED FARTHER BACK
PERSONAL GROOMING AND SMILES WERE THINGS LONG LOST AND FORGOTTEN
EVERYONE HAD A REPERTORY OF VOICES IN THEIR HEAD EVEN PSYCHOBABBLE
JOHN WAYNE, CLINT EASTWOOD, THE OLD PROS WERE CONSTANTLY SIZING UP
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BACKPACKING
THROUGH KENTUCKY
IS CONSIDERABLY SHORT
OF SELF-OBLIVION
THE SCOPE OF INTEREST
HAS BROADENED TO INCLUDE
ANY NIGHT-TIME ACTIVITIES
AROUND A BURNING OIL DRUM
POLE DANCING COMES TO MIND
THE SELF-ABSORBING JOY OF SODOMY
DRINKING UNDERGROUND WATER
A METH DRINK YOU DON’T HAVE TO FAKE
GULLIBLE AND VOLATILE AND HUNG
HE CAN REACH BOTH THE UPPER AND LOWER NILE
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND THINKING OF REHEARSING
A LITTLE CLUMSY AT FIRST BUT GOOD FOR PROLONGED EFFORT
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BACKPACKING THROUGH KENTUCKY
HAPPY TO BE FREE OF ALLIGATORS
TO PERFORM IMPROMPTU
AROUND THE BURNING OIL DRUM
STAND-UP COMEDY AND SODOMY
HILARIOUS AND DEATH SERIOUS
STP LUBE AND A LOADED .38
CLAIRVOYANTS
CLAIM THERE’S NO BULLETS
THEY’RE LOTTERY LOSING WRONG
BIG FAT BULLETS SLEEP IN THE .38
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THE EGG MAN WROTE A POEM
ABOUT PARROTS PECKING
THE EYES OF NEOPHYTE POETS
DETECTIVES WITH MODERN
PHOTO SURVEILLANCE
WATCHED HIS EVERY MOVE
THEY RECORDED IT
SNAPSHOTS OF THE EGG MAN
HIS UNDERWEAR LINED WITH NEWSPAPERS
ANYTHING TO THROW READERS OFF BALANCE
IT WAS A STRUGGLE TO BE COOL
*audio recordings of brown movements
**self-definition as a hobby
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an unspoken rule….never look in a mirror
life is cinema, complete with hints of gunfire
it is all about stopping a heartbeat
poets have habituated ways of seeing
poets swimming in “street life”
suspicious looking men around a burning oil can
outcast faces and attitudes, naked men in the shadows
expressions of skin sin and native dance, bullyboys
the young Lennon would leak fluids
and smoke formaldehyde
his adolescent libido
pounding the backsides
of sixty and ninety minutes
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a circle of pathetic depth surrounded the unwelcome bed
grown-up jazz music flowed, a curious blend, unreferential
she claimed that he was insensitive, he moved beneath the surface
careful investigation turned up blue eyes and plenty of practice
alone and unaided, outside the queenhood of modern marriage
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READERS WHO SIP SHERRY
LINGUISTICALLY THROUGH THE USE
OF PROPER NOUNS
THERE SEEMS TO BE A DARK SIDE
HUMANS WITHOUT CLOTHES
INTENSE INCEST
A TALKING SERPENT
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WHORING IS ONLY GOOD FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS
THEN COMES SLAUGHTER AND CONSUMPTION OF MEAT
SYMBOLIC MANHOLES IN THE GEOGRAPHIC BOTTOMS
CAREFUL YOU DO NOT TUMBLE AS YOU DANCE
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THERE IS A SHE-WOLF COMING TO TOWN
I’VE WRITTEN YOUR NAME DOWN FOR HER
SHE WILL GUIDE YOUR DESCENT TO THE PIT
RECOGNITION OF SIN MAY BE TOO LATE
BLOODY GOUTS OF PUS MAY BE ON THE MENU
WORMS AND MAGGOTS ARE ALWAYS HAPPY
TO CLEAN UP ANY DRIBBLES
——————————————
EVERY HEAD ON THE PILLOW
IS CONTOLLING YOUR FUTURE
*cajoling and coercing are common Nascar terms
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overwhelm the reader with a bewildering variety of smells
stood on their heads and cut the cheese
cheese curds often hit the floor
moving decorations in their underpants
kinetic reminiscences at the anal central station
men who worked at the boiler factory
verbal scaffolding, electrical-mechanical verbs
verbs without nouns or semi-nouns
verbs over the radio speaker
motel headboard hammering
apparatus touching apparatus
light fractured by prisms and mirrors
an expanded jism cinema event
grave-diggers in the background
men who knew nothing of geometric purity
the twelve apostles
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EQUALLY VOCIFEROUS
IN THEIR DISLIKE OF ART
INTUITIVE ART IS EVIL
ART LEAKS FROM THE DEVIL
PRAY YOUR CHILDREN
HAVE AN ATTRACTION TO MATHEMATICS
PRAY TO GEOMETRIC PERSPECTIVE
SELL YOUR ILLUSIONS TO JAPAN
ONLY IDIOTS PASS GAS
AND HOPE FOR A PRIZE
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Smells and verbs static noise in
through speakers
decimal points in the wrong place and things will fall apart
they have made machines to construct sentences, to write poems and soon they won’t need us
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sado-masochistic finger pop, say OUCH to mathematics
sado-masochistic finger pop, poetry is a juxtaposition
after childhood, the machine does the work
under a skirt, the machine is a flesh object
a stray bullet explicit, a rip and an internal shaft
detectives with high-powered flashlights
I can see it smile…..like a happy dinner plate
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SADO-MASOCHISTIC FINGER POP, DIVORCED FROM LITERATURE
SADO-MASOCHISTIC FINGER POP, SMELLING ESKIMOS IN LABRADOR
PRECONCEIVED CHILDHOOD—-INNOCENT UNDER EVERYDAY OBSERVATION
RUBBER-STAMPED ROMANCE, HOLDING HANDS AND A GOODNIGHT PECK
———–LIKE SLOW CHAINSAW DEATH ON HONEYMOON NIGHT—————-
PEOPLE IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE COULD HEAR THE SCREAMS
PRIESTS PUT COTTON IN THEIR EARS, SODOMY WORN SMOOTH
SEEING BEYOND MORTAL EYE, SOCIAL SITUATION RHYTHM
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they held hands side by side and knew they were being observed –
by detectives, journalists trying to make a name for themselves, perverts and peepers,
bushes flutters
newspaper ruffled
they weren’t the only people on this rock –
they took in dark jazz clubs, tapped feet to drums runs,
lost themselves in brass noise – syncopated beats /
adjacent people whispered in French, daddio
finger clicks and the sound of breaking bones,
“sado-masochist finger pop” was the name of the house band –
they took requests but drew the line at Russian jazz –
they deconstructed the sound and glued it together spitting out a bastard hybrid chainsaw sound
they held hands side by side and tapped their feet
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I WAS TALKING TO MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE
HOW I WISHED I HAD NOT GOTTEN THAT UPGRADE
SO I COULD STILL FILL CONVENTIONAL FORM
FIT INSIDE A COCA-COLA BOTTLE
COUGH UP THAT CHEAP NONDESCRIPT STUFF
MODERN POETRY FOR A MODERN WORLD
JUST WHISPER LOVE IN MY SACRED DAILINESS
BE COOL AND COURTEOUS
A SUAVE WORDSMITH
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my poetry machine was second hand – it contained someone else’s words – a vocabulary devoted to religious phenomenon – it had filters that prohibited words starting with the letters g and k – It sat in the corner and just glared at me
was it missing it’s orginal owner?
weren’t my words good enough?
i wrote things and found they were deleted over night – I feed it new words, positioned it at the window when I went out so it had a nice view – you know, flowers and stuff
I think I saw it cry last night
a sticker said REAL MEN USE PENS
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a finely tuned poetry writing machine, what a joke !
pseudonym after pseudonym, intense obsessions
that constant rattling sound like squirrels mating
sometimes I take it for a walk, the fresh air and all
it begs me to buy a gay typewriter, blue and unused
one embarrassing fiasco after another, for what ?
waiting breathlessly for the next group of words ?
stringent self-analysis machine-made
internal monologue made external
history before pleasure
kitchen-sink hedonism
suspicious rough stuff
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my machine tried to make friends with a iPhone
advances were rejected – it developed a bug –
something was wrong – my writing machine just kept saying
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK – relentless it was
– I couldn’t stop it – I hit it but it didn’t stop –
I buried it deep in my garden – suspicious neighbours peered out and I knew the gossip would start – rumours would spread about the man burying words in the garden –
what don’t hear machines know of cutlery? Of Gideon’s? – have they felt the sunlight? Listened to death metal?
they need to live before they can create
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THE WINDOWS WERE DARK WITH A COAT OF ANXIOUSNESS
THE POETRY MAKING MACHINE WAS WELL OILED AND WARM
I LOVED IT ABOVE THE LITTLE PEOPLE
THE STRANGERS WITH EYES
ALWAYS A VICIOUS SELF
BEHIND THE BARRIERS
READY TO ATTACK
——–WHAT OF A MACHINE-HUMAN RELATIONSHIP ?
AN EMOTIONAL WORD PROCESSOR
AND SO MUCH MORE
I SHOWED IT THE SMALL CLOSET
INSIDE THE LARGER CLOSET
I GAVE IT PERMISSION TO TRESPASS
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AT THE AIRPORT EACH FACE WAS ONE OF ADEQUATELY SOCIALISED NORM
THE SPY-CAMS WERE MONITORING OUR EVERY STEP, X-RAY CITY
PEOPLE IN POSSESSION OF A PHALLUS, PLENTY ABSENT OF A PHALLUS
MILEY CYRUS WAS THERE, I WANTED TO TOUCH HER
I WANTED TO SHOW HER MY NEW POETRY WRITING MACHINE
I WANTED TO DISCUSS TERRY RICHARDSON AND “WRECKING BALL”
SHE WAS BUSY TRYING TO PURCHASE SOMETHING NEW FROM STEPHEN KING
SHE POINTED AT MY MACHINE AND SMILED, SHE KNEW IT WAS AN OEDIPUS DELUXE
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suitcases with a phallus, suitcases without a phallus
the phallus being the primary marker
the wang-dang noodle, so-to-speak
everyone thinks of radical excess
a one float parade
a whole lot of nonsense
the question being:
ARE YOU STANDING WITH SCIENCE ?
poetic exorcism can be dangerous
coppery tasting words, anonymous worms
infant-size misogynistic twisters
violations of bodily limits
challenges to gain control
bleach and rock salt
“REPASSING”
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Miley Cyrus is 74% tongue and the rest is empty
vacuous
pointlessness
in big boots – but yes, we all want to touch her regardless of the ill feelings,
we are after all men, **
walking meaty phallus hiding shame in old suitcases
she would benefit from your machine – she would benefit from an education – she is limited – she doesn’t understand X-rays thinking they are just really skinny people – and it gets her to thinking –
**she can touch my wrecking ball
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when you exorcise the output of the machine your left with just a blank page –
science can’t rescue this – **
it can’t explain this –
shit in
shit out
the bloody words that taste of iron
like kidneys
like meat
the smell of biting flesh at the pyre
I took the machine apart and laid them out – there was no soul no brains
just parts
just like me
just like us
**gideon words are confused at best
** weak source material
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MACHINES IN THE PASTORAL POETIC WORLD
SUSPICION A SUPER SHARP KNIFE
LORD, YOU’RE DOING ME NO FAVOR
WHAT MORE CAN YOU TAKE AWAY
LIKE A MURDEROUS DEMON
YOU’VE TAKEN THOSE
I LOVE
AND AS MODERNIZED
AS YOU ADVERTISE
YOU’VE SHAKEN
THE GOOD SIDE
OF MY FAMILY
TREE
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FROM MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE (OEDIPUS DELUXE):
————————————————————————————-
CHALLENGING ASSUMPTIONS, TRANSLATE PASTORAL
NOT SO CONCERNED WITH THE DELAYED
SERF, PEASANT, MACHINE….WORK OR NO WORK
STRINGS OF FEELING AND FEAR
SURVIVALISM COMPLETE WITH TEETH
EARLY IN THE MORNING, MARTYRS IN TREES
POETS MASSAGE THE FAMILY ROOTS
MODERNIZED LORD SMILES
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peasant and serf blurred into one – lord of the manor claims lineage to extrovert giants of the north – a distinct difference between the haves and the have nots –
computer vs pen –
take a thousand words
throw them to the wind then pick them up and construct – family roots like talons stretch and grow weak – they snap –
we are alone out here
I and I survive
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surrounded by the things I love
the one I love
this warm cup of tea
the family roots stretch and stretch
brittle nails will eventually snap
the demons comes
the demons go
LOOK AT ME
LOOK WHAT I MADE
demands the child
demand the push button poet
someone told me about Japanese reggae
I listen to music made by machines
and future boy will see machines with human masks making all to human sounds
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the small child said that everything was secretly a form of control imposed upon us
that we are swimming in a reality of chaos, everything is dangerous
while it all seems melodramatic, I’ve asked my poetry writing machine
to avoid the dark truth, ignore facades, not to acknowledge detectives
seems everyone from my past is wanted by the FBI, CIA, or George Romero
poets have a guilty fascination with wooden legs and missing fingers
poets with poker faces and home-spun darkness
deprived of dreams and soiled with human paste
their life is a scrapbook with missing pages
never a soft pillow, always one made of concrete
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(OUTPUT FROM MY OEDIPUS DELUXE)
COLLEGE-EDUCATED APES WITH DIRTY BEHINDS
“SURVIVALISM” HAS TO DO WITH ZOMBIES ON TELEVISION
FINAL DEFEAT OR VICTORY IS OUT OF SIGHT
DAILY CRITIQUES OF EVERY SMALL DETAIL
THINGS BECOME MORE COMPLEX
PUFFY THIGHS CHAFE
THEY WARN US OF WELL-THUMBED PASSWORDS
AS A MACHINE I SHOULD BE ADDRESSED AS SUPERNATURAL
A POETRY WRITING MACHINE IS JUNGIAN
WORDS BECOME AGENTS WITH FINGERPRINTS
HOPE IS RESURRECTED AND SCATTERED IN SEED
ENTHUSIASTIC TO SHOOT THE FUTURE
OH GOD, OH GOD, LOVE YOU BABY
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(…a name triggers recollections…)
…i remember when videos first came out – days spent watching zombies
– zombies in uniforms – zombies in shopping malls – jungles – innards spilling out –
slow moving – zombies –
holocaust
apocalypse
ferox – my brother and I and me and him – zombies everywhere – and the writing machines doesn’t have memories
locked by password ( kids names, maiden names, DOB, etc – so many passwords I can’t remember )
I can’t get access
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under the line
his machine just regurgitates &
regurgitates – spitting out
cheap xerox copies
withhold the letters
burn the words
unplug machines
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MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE REGURGITATES AVOIDANCE
WOMEN AND SEXUALITY, HUMAN CHAINS AND CIRCLES OF DOOM
CHILDREN BEING FORCED TO PASS THEIR PURITY
DAILY MESSAGES SPRING FORTH ABOUT EVIL MOTIVATION
STRONG-ARM INSISTENCY ON LITERALIZING REALITY
USED CAR PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT NEW CAR UNREALITY
A QUESTION MARK MIGHT NOT BE THE RIGHT CHOICE
LARGE SPONGES FOR DOWN THERE
THE SIZE OF TRACTOR TIRES
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the kids cracked the code
– guessed the password
(it was password, who was I trying to fool?)
they deleted the words as I lay in my sarcophagus – they would wipe the slate clean and let me start again –
the question mark was just an old explanation mark – old and folded and bent with time
I woke to a violent surge to the right
she told me she would give me a mink hand-job
the sun was out and we burnt even at this safe distance
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PASSWORDS—ONE NEEDS A PASSWORD BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE
OTHERWISE, FAMILY MEMBERS WILL NOT RECOGNIZE ONE ANOTHER
IN THE END TIMES ONE WEARS THEIR GUILT ON THEIR FACIAL FEATURES
MUCH THE SAME WAY THE CIVIL WAR SOLDIERS DISPLAYED THEIR SYPHILIS
THERE WILL BE A SEVERE IMPOVERISHMENT OF BEAUTY
———————–EXHAUSTED, GUILTY ?
BOTTOMLESS BEDS OVER THE BURNING LAKE
ALL PINOCHLE GAMES ARE CANCELLED
YOU WANT HEBREW…. TRY THE DELI
NEVER CEASE YOUR FEAR OF TIME
THE INTRINSIC VALUE OF A STRANGE HAND
HANDBALL AT HOME CAN BE PLEASANT
ALWAYS THAT MOMENT OF HEROISM
FOR THE SAKE OF MANKIND
I HAVE LIFTED THE WORLD
JAZZ IS NOT A CREATION OF THE MERCHANDISER
OPPENHEIMER-LIKE NOTES, SNOW FROM THE EXPLOSION
ASTONISHED THAT YOUR SECRETS HAVE STAYED SECRET
I SHARE MY BLOODSTREAM WITH MY POETRY WRITING MACHINE
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I get confused with passwords and safe words – she wouldn’t stop lashing me –
I screamed my mothers maiden name,
my children’s dates of birth
my first pets name
the place of birth –
but none of them worked – the whipping continued – safewords & passwords –
– I couldn’t remember and guessed she would tire before the safeword came to me –
do passwords get offended when they are forgotten?
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only law-abiding people need passwords
criminals have no need
why would you lock doors
when you have glass windows
poets stand on sentences
to peek at holes and worms
the tide comes in
tissue tyranny
the finesse
to touch
lips
is it rising
standing proud
optimistic obedience
love inside the life preserver
intellectuals linger in the efficient solution
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password are keys – unlock lock and lose them – words behind sofas – lost behind fridges – I found this scribbled on frayed envelope…
Peru Lima –
Macchu Pichhu –
a sneeze
achoo achoo
bless you
germs
the flu,
small pox &
death blankets
bodies piling up
the conquistadors
they speak Spanish don’t they?, gold hidden in jungles,
eating guiena pigs,
they came in ships from new lands.
The Kings wore big hats
pulled peoples hearts out,
or was that the Mexicans?
holding beating hearts held up to the sun.
they spend all their days praying for good harvests
so they could eat corn…
it was scrawled in an alien hand, it meant nothing to me
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YOU SPEAK OF COMIC BOOK HISTORY
A HISTORY THAT HAS JAILED US
AND TORTURED US
AND SUPER-GLUED OUR FEET
TO A YARD OF DOG POOP
WE SHOULD BE LIVING IN OUTER SPACE
ON OTHER PLANETS
DOING OTHER THINGS
THINKING OTHER THINGS
BEING HAPPY
AND BEING HAPPY
THAT OTHER PEOPLE
ARE HAPPY
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super glued with a thousand years of spat out chewing gum wedged to your soul – you can’t move in any direction
instead you pivot like a 10foot basketball player
you have a sense of movement but it’s not real
illusionary chimeras in size twelve shoes
you should love those who need to be loved – it comes with no caveat
no small sprint that makes the feelings null and void
And
we know the world is a damaged place
full of damaged people
doing damage to others **
But
I have warm tea, the kids are laughing in another room
it’s all in hand
——————————
**”There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
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IMPRISONED POETS HAVING EMPTY CONVERSATIONS
BAGGY EYES AND DROOPING LIDS, COMMON MATTRESS SORES
THE PARTY FOOD WAS HEAVY WITH CARCINOGENIC CHEMICALS
LEFTOVERS WERE PLACED IN THE BARN TO KILL MICE AND RATS
FRENCH PEOPLE WERE INVITED BUT THEY TOOK A WRONG TURN
WITH LIMITED EDUCATION, HOW FAR CAN ONE COUNT ?
*repayment for oppression, perpetual repentance
*poets are often subject to prisoner rehabilitation
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a phalanx of poets
crimes in detail
trumpet fanfare
repetitiousness
bedroom scars
alternating sodomy
immeasurably
cynical anal greed
subsidized
fifth wheel
mink handjob
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IN BITTER ALIENATION THE CHOIR LEFT THE CHURCH
AND WENT TO THE LOCAL STARBUCKS
WHERE CRUDE STIMULANTS
COULD BE PURCHASED
LOW GRADE METH
CALLED “BENDS”
WIDE AWAKE
TREMBLING
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coffee in cardboard cups 1 metre tall
secret ingredients of placebo
constructed as
a new soma
sedate the blue collar
scented & hypnotised
hard earned cash handed
to placate
at leviathan they serve it in buckets forty straws
slurping at the teat
battery farmed
trembling so hard it looked like there were two of you
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LIKE INNOCENT FISH IN A NET
THEY WERE ALL CAUGHT
EDUCATED ADULTS GUILTY
OF JUVENILE DELINQUENCY
SNEAKERS AND A SWEATER
THICK PUBIC HAIR
BLOOD IN THE CORNERS
OF THEIR MOUTHS
EYEBALL FURY
SUFFOCATING
ENTERTAINMENT
SKELETAL RUCKUS
VAUDEVILLE JAZZ
THE ONE-EYE WILLIE BOYS
OZARK HILLBILLY SUBSCRIPTION
“WELL MADE” RECOGNIZABLE RUSSIAN JAZZ
BEGINNING, MIDDLE, AND A COLD NOSE END
“DADDY, THE TRANSLATOR HAS LEFT TOWN”
“WE NO NEED NO STINKING TRANSLATOR”
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a family of hillbillies, six teeth between ten of them – father is a brother as sister to mother – always a fire burning
animal skulls as candle holders – cars with no tyres (I’ve seen the films)
the first time they heard jazz their noses bled – when asked to point to Russia on a map they asked “what is Russia?” –
the jazz composer knows there’s no need for a beginning middle or end – there just is
the translator couldn’t translate the new words – at best they guessed – underpaid and depressed they looked at mountains
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN WAS AN AMERICAN HILLBILLY
HE DID NOT DRIVE AN AUTOMOBILE
OR RIDE IN AN AIRPLANE
ON A MAP, RUSSIA PROBABLY LOOKED LIKE CHINA
WHAT DID HE GIVE A RAT’S ASS ABOUT RUSSIA ?
BAREFOOT FIDDLE WAS THE TICKET
BAREFOOT FIDDLE WITH A MAN
JOSHUA SPEED
THEY SAY THAT WAS BEFORE SEXUAL AWARENESS
SODOMY WAS NEWFANGLED, FRIENDSHIP ORIENTATED
PERHAPS (biographical puzzle pieces)
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JOHNNY CASH ALWAYS SANG ABOUT HILLBILLY PLACENTA
DREAMS ABOUT THE INITIAL SOURCE OF LIFEBLOOD
ANTHROPOLOGISTS CALL ME EVERY THIRTY MINUTES
I HAVE OFTEN SPOKE OF TOBACCO JUICE AND ROCK SALT
THE GREATEST SACRED THING BEING THE BLUE BULLS
I CAN NEVER RETURN THERE, CHILDHOOD VERBATIM
I MUST LIVE IN LITTLE FLORIDA, MY STRUCTURED CAGE
I CAN SPEAK THROUGH THE GRATE LIKE A TONGUE
PRECISE WORDS FLOAT THROUGH THE AIR
IDENTIFICATION WILL BE IMPOSSIBLE
INDIGENOUS OR NOT
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Abe Lincoln spent his formative years locked away for misdemeanours – time was spent lifting weights in the yard and preaching radicalism –
he avoided shower situations
he protected himself with violence
When he left the big house he was given THAT hat – people speculated what was underneath:
a conjoined twin?
socialist ideals?
a portal (THE portal?!)
keys to leviathan?
escaped slaves?
lube?
nothing –
its a McGuffin? A plot device…
…no one knew & no one knows
Abe in his vest flexing prison made muscle – ideas left leaning – prison yard preacher with granite jaw – Indian ink pon pricked tattoos photoshopped out of history but Abe had ’em
Abe and the Hillbilles – the name of his first band – covering Johnny Cash numbers in salubrious environs
the dead hooker in the boot of his care
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INVOLVED PSYCHOLOGICAL DUNG
SELF-GRATIFYING HIGHER PURPOSES
MY MOST WONDERFUL POETRY PROCESSOR
YES, IT MAY BE A FOCUSING DEVICE FOR TRANSCENDENT EVIL
YES, THERE MAY BE SEXUALLY SYMBOLIC LIAISONS WITH A MACHINE
I DID NOT LAUGH AT YOUR ODOMETER JOKE—POETIC PSYCHIATRY RESOLVED
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there is nothing there – no connection – no nothing – cross currents diffuse
overpower the mains
overload
overlord
one letter difference –
they / we / I / you / them / us /
haven’t advanced anywhere – a new haircut isn’t an evolutionary leap forward – still in a cul de sac – shouting at street corner preachers –
empty casks
a husk
all the faces melt merge blur
shes had enough
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I ALWAYS KNEW WHEN SHE HAD ENOUGH
SHE WOULD START SAYING, “ELI,ELI, lama sabachthani ?”
EMILY WOULD UNFOLD HER POETRY AND RUN HER FINGER OVER THE WORDS
AS IF SHE COULD FEEL SOMETHING AMISS OR POSSIBLY THE SOFTNESS OF DECAY
EACH DAY WAS FULL OF FOOLHARDINESS AND MISADVENTURE AND EMILY WAS DEAF
TO THE TERRIBLE SCREAMS OF CIVILIZATION, BLIND TO HER FACE OF LONELINESS
OFTEN IN HER MIND, SHE WOULD SWIM UNDER THE WAVES OF NOAH’S FLOOD LIKE A SEAL
SHE LIKED THINKING OF HERSELF AS BLACK AND SLICK AND SLIDING THROUGH THE WATER
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YOU MENTION “A NEW HAIRCUT” AND I START THINKING SECRET AGENT
DRIVING THE BATMOBILE, THE 007 SPITFIRE, THE LANGUAGE OF IMPULSE
KISSING A LADY WITH PINCER-LIKE CLAWS FOR HANDS
THE PAINFUL HUMILIATION OF SHOWING THE DOCTOR THE DAMAGE
WAS IT A CAREENING OVERTURN AT 90mph ?
—————A MIND WITH CLOSED SHUTTERS AND HASPED THOUGHTS
WITNESSING YOURSELF NUDE AT THE FUNERAL OF NORMAN’S MOTHER
QUASI-RELIGIOUS MASOCHISM, PURE AND SIMPLE, JOHNNY BOY
“KEEP THE HONEYMOON FIRE BURNING”
OBSCENE GURGLING ?
“I NEVER NOTICED YOUR HOOVES”
CRAZY THOUGHTS ABOUT MARRYING SATAN
ROSEMARY’S BABY
*lambasting from the Vatican
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James Bond always kissed the Russian ladies
but not the one with knifes in her shoes – the theatre of the absurd –
it’s nothing like that in the real world Mr.Bond – woman don’t always wear swimsuits – men don’t live underwater – midgets and kung fu
all detectives are flawed
MM lost in the wilderness amongst millions of years of geography – thousand of years of people using the same words – letter after letter sentence after sentence – fractures structures at the speed of light
phlegm chest rattler slipping on entrails carrying the oxygen tanks
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ANXIOUS OF DETECTIVES
EVERY CRUCIAL MOMENT
STARCHY PRUDES PEEKING OUT
PEOPLE MENDED TO BE BROKEN AGAIN
NOMINAL REALITY IS EXPENSIVE
NAKED IN THE TUB UNEXPLAINED
WORDS AS SCARY AS SCORPIONS
FIRST-TIME…..COULD IT BE TRUE ?
TRUTH IN A STACK OF HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS
REMEMBER THE GIRL WHO COULD PLAY THE HARMONICA ?
YOU PAID HER $500 TO PUT IT UP HER GREAT SOFT ORGAN
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——————THE DISSOLUTION OF LIFE BY DEATH———————————
DIG A GRAVE OR LEARN TO SPELL, HISTORICAL AND RELIGIOUS WORDS
THE BABY FINDS ITS FOOTHOLD WHILE DADDY IS LEFT PAINFULLY ALONE
DIG A GRAVE OR LEARN TO READ, HISTORICAL AND SOCIAL REFERENCE
ROMANCE WITH A GAUGE FOR IRRELEVANCY, PURE DRAMA
APPARENT REALITY IS GHOST-FREE, THE FRONT SEAT CROWDED
DISEMBODIED SPIRITS BY THE THOUSANDS, FAMILY AND FRIENDS
CASUAL CONNECTIONS, PEOPLE WITH BONY SERVANT HANDS
A SILHOUETTE OF A SCYTHE, DEATH SCENTED SMOKE FROM JAPAN
ISOLATION DOESN’T COME CHEAP LIKE DOLLAR STORE CRUD
HENCHMEN WRITE POETRY, MACHINERY GRINDS IT OUT TOO
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henchman just curtail to the loudest voice – weak spine missing vertebrae – all henchman look smaller in real life – some paint scars on their faces to give the impression
“DONT RUB IT
BE A MAN”- that was their motto – it was written in their card – tattooed – all part if the initiation – they wore a leather glove on their left hand it was a sign – hidden but open
just like the looks she gave me
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the Beatles came from a harbour town – a town of boats – direct decedents of Neptune –
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“RUB IT PLENTY”
I PUT THE GLOVES IN A BOX
DIDN’T CARE FOR THE FEEL
DISRUPTIVE TO MY CHAIN OF THOUGHT
ONCE YOU WADE PAST THE PILLOWS
IT IS ALL PINK AND FRIENDLY
SOMETIMES MY SMILE GOES OFF THE MAP
THE PRICE OF ADMISSION
UP THE NOSE
IT MAKES GOD LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANY WORD
PRINTED IN ANY DICTIONARY
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WILLING TO FEEL PAIN AS TO GIVE IT
ARM PULLED OUT OF SOCKET
UNFURLING,
UNFURLING ALMOST LUCIFERIAN
SNAKEBITE MIKE
PURCHASES IN THE RELIGIOUS ZONE
LITTLE PEOPLE IN LIFE
WANTING THEIR DARK CIRCLE
COLORED WHITE
*I’ve pissed on the barriers
*a stopover on the way to Snakebite Mike
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YOU NEVER MENTION PICASSO
I PUT HIM ON ROLLER SKATES
AND PUSHED HIM OFF A CLIFF
HE HAD BARRIERS BECAUSE
HE WAS RICH AND FAMOUS
I PISSED ON THE BARRIERS
MY VICIOUS SELF ON DISPLAY
SNAKEBITE MIKE
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THE THUNDER OF NIAGARA FALLS
ON THE HEAD OF PICASSO
I PISSED ON HIM LIKE A BOY DOG
HE WAS KINDA FLAT FROM THE FALL
THE ROLLER SKATES WERE GONE
JUST WHITE BONES AND RED PUS
“I DON’T SEE YOU ASSAULTING
MODERN ART NOW”
HE WAS QUIET AND STILL
BEYOND ELECTRICAL-MECHANICAL REPAIR
HIS APPARATUS NO LONGER CONNECTED
HE WAS SNAKEBITE MIKE DEAD
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your uncle (mothers side) had all his dominos lined up – literally – days spent in a breeze free warehouse – lining then up one by one – black and white dots – when they tumbled they would recount the story of Rocky (1 to 3) – there would be explosions
a domino would trip the launching of a model got air ballon – things would HAPPEN
but a fly flew in – during nocturnal breaks and
landed on the starting piece and I front of the flies thousand eyes the dominoes fell
your uncle entered the warehouse next day and saw his dreams smashed – you could hear the heart breaks – next thing he recalled was Being thrown from a church in Wisconsin
they buried snakebite mike in a domino coffin –
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IF YOU GLANCE AT HIS TROUSERS, YOU CAN SEE THE OUTLINE
OF HIS HEROIN ADDICT HABIT, PUZZLING POSSIBILITIES THERE
A TINY SMILE FOR THE COUNTRY BOY, AMNESIAC TO SIZE
YOUR HAIR RUMPLED, YOUR FACE FLUSHED, GOO ON YOUR HAND
GUILT AND SHAME WERE OUTSIDE BUT NOW THEY ARE GONE
VAGUE AND ELUSIVE LOVE LIKE A HORSE WITH THREE LEGS
SNORT SOME MORE ADOLESCENCE—SEE WHAT HAPPENS
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HAVING COME FROM A PLACE POPULATED WITH FAIRY-FOLK
GIFTED WOMEN CAUGHT UP IN VERSIONS OF CINDERELLA
SILLY GIRLS MISLEADING MEN INTO FLUSHING THEIR FAMILY
GUILTY HANDS THE COLOR OF BRIGHT ORANGE PUMPKINS
MISTRESS OF THE MONTH DISTINCTIVELY PINK SEQUINED HOLE
THE SHEER NONSENSE OF FRICTION, REGRETTABLY DUMBING
HUMANIZED FRICTION, UNCENSORED BACK AND FORTH
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CHARLIE ZERO TOLD ME THAT HE HAD DREAMS ABOUT STANDING
ON TOP OF THE EIFFEL TOWER THROWING OFF PORTABLE TOILETS
WHEN THE POLICE ARREST HIM THEY FIND BLUE CORN CAKES
IN HIS MIDWEST SEARS UNDERWEAR, POSSIBLY GREEN CHILE
ADHERING TO THE SIDES BUT NOT LIMITED TO THE SIDES
BLUE CORN CAKES AND GREEN CHILE ARE UNFORMED CHILDREN
HUMANS MUST MULTIPLY, POETS TRY TO IMPREGNATE ALL CREASES
CRAWL IN THE DIVIDE AND DEPOSIT THE SPERMS, THE ROYAL JISM
OH PLEASE LORD, THE BABBLINGS OF BABY-TALK INSIDE THE FLAPS
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THEY WANTED ME TO LOOK INTO HIS PRIMORDIAL SOUP
TO SEE IF HE WAS PREVERBAL OR VERBAL
AN IMPORTANT TURNING POINT IN DEVELOPMENT
A BUDDING FOR CAPACITY TO COMMUNICATE
WITHIN A DOZEN LIPS, PERPETUAL ORALITY
MADNESS TO SPEAK OF EYES CLOSED
*what he is and what he thinks himself to be
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thunderstorms stopped us in our tracks – it’s a good job we’re waterproof she told me as we drowned on the street
at the crossroad due to an administrate error we sold our soup to the devil
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in the time of my younger years while CZ1 was still wiring up the blue red yellow wires fingering conduits screwdriver inside the poem machine I was out there
getting my hands dirty
deep into the meat of the matter
the sinew her warm parts I’ll always remember
the thunderstorm cracks and explodes it was on TV
hardened pork chops used as poor mans shoes out their on the tarmac rocket blueprints used as oil drum fire fuel dogs following him around sniffing noses in the air
sniffing round the middle
the zero man sells his metaphysical self at the thrift store for a box of words his arrest record will never be expunged the world will hear of the crimes and he is empty
I don’t even know if is in the rules the royal jism drowns the queen bee
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SEMI-RESPECTABLE OUTSIDE KNOCKING ON THE DOOR
SELF-INDULGENT INSIDE ON HER MERRY-GO-ROUND
A REAL UPSTART IN THE SEX THEATRE
NO POVERTY ONLY VULGAR EXCESS
EXTRAVAGANT IN PERSONAL PLEASURE
I’VE NAILED SEVERAL WORDS TO THE FLOOR
YOU CAN TAKE YOUR PICK
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POETRY MAGAZINES ARE CHASING JOHNNY BOY LIKE WOLVES
THEY ARE HUNGRY FOR DESCRIPTIVE WRITING
ANY DEGREE OF HONESTY IN DEALING WITH LIFE
DEXTERITY DEAR JOHNNY BOY
THEY WANT DEXTERITY
SICK OF THE TIRED TOYS
OF CURRENT FAMOUS POETS
ANGRY AT THE ENDLESS RANGE
OF MACHINE POETRY
SOMEONE DISSATISFIED WITH DAILY LIFE
WILLING TO TURN EACH MOMENT
INTO WORDS
A MAN WITH A SPECIAL CURIOSITY
AS TO WHAT IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE REFLECTION
JOHNNY BOY, PUT ON YOUR BOOTS
WADE OUT THERE IN THE MUD OF REALITY
*I’ve used a couple of the words that I nailed to the floor
you are welcome to use the rest
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——————————JOHNNY BOY———————————–
I’VE CAPTURED AFRICA AND PUT IT IN A BOX
I DARE YOU TO TAKE IT OUT
THE LIMITS OF THE KNOWN WORLD
ARE WELL MARKED
ULYSSES HAS SAID THAT WE
MUST FOLLOW VIRTUE AND KNOWLEDGE
*Maya Angelou thought only crazy white people
would follow virtue and knowledge
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THINK ABOUT ABRAHAM—MANHOOD AND MEAT
MEN WATCHING OTHER MEN WRESTLE
SWOLLEN ON THE TURNPIKE
“DISOBEYING OURSELVES”
SPERMS NEVER BEING NAMED
SLIPPED QUIETLY INTO A PAPER TOWEL
THE STENCH OF THE REST STOP
WEE WEE JUST LIKE PARIS
EMBLEMS AND SIGNS
SKULLS AND METH
ALL THOSE PROMISES
POETS SEEKING BLESSING
LANGUAGE STUFFED HOLES
WORDS STOLEN
BEING SPOKEN TO
*Emily once pointed to her crotch and said, “there’s words in there”
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bruises the colour of the midnight bull always awaken suspicion
fingers point but it’s not the bruises
it’s where they are
(soft flesh the contrast on skin, a welt
rising)
their location & it’s proximity to the places you must keep hidden
Emily is quoted incorrectly
a reference to a text that never existed
a footnote in a wiki page edited by a lonely man in Wisconsin
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EMILY WAS HOLDING ME TIGHT THIS MORNING
TRYING TO TELL ME THAT IT WAS NOT SIN
THAT SEPARATED THE LONE SHEEP
FROM THE HIGHER FLOCK
IT WAS THE SINFULNESS
BEHIND THE SIN
WHEN I REMOVE MY SHOES
AND TOUCH THE EARTHLY SOIL
SEEMINGLY UNRETURNED AFFECTION
HAS TAKEN UP OCCUPATION IN MAN’S MIND
OUR BEST-GROUNDED DOUBTS AND FEARS
NEVER CAST US FROM THE “EVERLASTING ARMS”
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EACH HAND HAS A TONGUE
FOREIGN WORDS
HAVE EARS PRESSED TO THE GROUND
JUST A TINY SCRAP
COULD BECOME A POEM
SANITARY PROBLEMS OUT THE WINDOW
TOO TIRESOME TO WASH
ROOTED IN MOST CHILDHOODS
OLD PEOPLE WANTING A CURE
WITCHES TRYING TO CENTER
THEIR CIRCLE
FOR THE BENEFIT OF OTHERS
JOHNNY BOY TOSSES HIS OBSERVATION
OF WOMEN
UNDISCIPLINED
AS THEY WERE
BALLADS FROM THE FRONTIER
MEN TAKING TURNS
MAKING THE NOISE OF THE WORLD
*the sad truth is that we are grounded
in the old language
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GOD TOLD EVE THAT HE HAD FILLED IN THE VALLEY
NOW THE WIND COULD BLOW
THE LOGS COULD FALL
BUT LOVE WOULD REMAIN MOTIONLESS
SHE WAS NO LONGER THE LANDLORD OF BIRTH
THE RAVAGES OF HUNGER WERE GONE
SHE COULD SPEND HER TIME IN THOUGHT
MAKE A MENTAL QUILT OF WHAT WAS TO BE
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ENDLESS EMOTIONAL COLLISIONS WITH FATHER
SERPENTS IN HIS POCKETS WITH A LURKING NOSTALGIA
PARTICIPATE JOHNNY BOY—NEANDERTHAL IN A SWEATER
ELASTIC AND BONE PUZZLEMENT—UNCAGED IN SHORTS
HOOFERS ON THE FIELD, SENSIBLE NONSENSE SCORES
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i didn’t bleep on the radar
I fell off the grid – I was a ghost in own my life story – a name in a timeline – the sun come out and people disrobed – you’re probably used to it in Florida – but it’s all tattooed and toes here – white meat then salmon pink lobster red – we are the perfect distance from fire –
too many candles on my cake
I have to reconsider time and my place within it –
the sweater has a loses thread one tug and it all unravels – the plot the thread the edifice –
years ago I was fired from inside of her – this is the revolution – the circle has spun and I can participate again
the factory door is always open
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Time unthought of and time in thinking downwind of the brown stench the piping is blogged – I used to stand tall and piss like a horse now it trickles like a tear from a sad eye – god told eve who told adam who told paul who told john that the valley was the path follow the wind –
from the roof tops the people swarmed like bees the war in apartment 45b – a suitcase packed but hidden –
a dog on a lead
the dog sleeps and dreams of bones –
the hunger of the Beatle king
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A SUITCASE PACKED, GARMENTS FOR ACROBATICS
TINY PRACTICAL LIMBS, PROPER SIZE FINGERS
DEATH BY GUILLOTINE—POISONED AND CUT
THE DOCTOR WOULD NOT TALK ABOUT MEDICATIONS
CONTEMPT, SUPERIORITY, GLOVED HANDS
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JUST WANTED TO LIVE ONE MORE MINUTE
DOMESTIC AXE ON THE THROAT
LEPROUS SCABS SERVED ON AMERICAN DOLLARS
FALSIFIERS AND OTHER DUNG ON MOTEL BED
MANDATORY ROMANCE WALLOWING
HORIZONTAL AND INSTRUMENTAL
MY BACK PRESSED INTO FILTH
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The old brown suitcase looking like a forlorn dog – brown and beaten – lead tied to the radiator -flaking skin at the waiting room –
the GP waiting room –
bughouse coughing lab – sitting there knowing there’s no cure – the Doctors fingers
– magicians hands
– wanting to grab life for two minutes and avoid the guillotine
machete for hands
enforceable rules through tough love on TV talk shows
– people marry their sisters
– others fuck horse
how central are we to all of this?
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walk downstairs the streets rainy soaked weather vein spins the breeze collar held up to the wind
like a detective this is the time of the wolverine
brown leather suitcase –
brown leather jackets worn at the elbow –
she didn’t like the attention of strangers the odd glance
eyes in her direction being brushed against in public – shivers along spine hair on ends – she kept to routines – repeated certain actions
pictures of the Beatle king
hip swaying Jagger
scared of the young kids who looked old before their time –
all grown up with milk teeth in gums -all kids are explosions waiting to happen –
emotional collateral scattered across the killing floor
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LISTEN SUNSHINE, NOTHING BUT MATA HARI INTRIGUE
IN EMOTIONAL COLLATERAL SCATTERED
(for legal reasons, milk teeth or killing floors cannot be put in print)
CHILDREN ARE CITIZENS OF NOWHERE
OFTEN PLACED IN FRONT OF A SCREEN
IMPRISONMENT BY VISION
NOT CAPABLE OF A PERSONALITY
LACKING GENDER IN PRONOUNS
CRAMPED GROWTH MAKES FOR ODD SHAPE
FOREHEAD LIKE A SQUAT APE FROM KENTUCKY
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POETS WHO WRITE IN THE WOODS, ANDROGYNOUS POETS
GAY POETS WITH POLITICAL WIVES WHO RAKE LEAVES
I WAVED AT THE WIFE NEXT DOOR MINUS HER SWEATER
A FEMALE BODY EASILY THAT OF A YOUNG BOY
“HE’S BUSY WRITING VERBS AND GENDER-FREE PRONOUNS”
SHE COULD BE A PLEASURABLE FIRST CHAPTER
A BIRTHDAY PRESENT OF ATHLETIC PROWESS
HER ADOLESCENT TO PRE-ADOLESCENT GAIT
I THOUGHT WHAT A BARN MATE
I SAID, “THANK GOD, HE IS GENDER SOPHISTICATED”
WAS SHE AWARE OF THE STRONG PHYSICAL
COMPONENT IN OUR EXCHANGE ?
THAT I LONGED TO FIND ANCHORED PEACE
IN HER STEAMING PORT ?
LUSTFUL LODGING IN HER MOCCASIN ?
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DRESSED IN RAGS AND LIVING OUTDOORS
EUNUCH-LIKE POETS WHO FAIL TO CONSUMMATE
LOST IN SEXUAL ATTRACTION
THE NEED TO LABOR INFORMATION
SECRET MARGINAL ANNOTATIONS
WOMAN ON BICYCLE
WOMAN WITH STOUT SHOES
IT WAS ALL ABSURD
LOVE OR NO LOVE
*if only men had a feminine capacity for feeling
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POETS WHO HIDE IN THE WOODS, ANDROGYNOUS POETS
TIP-TOE TO JESUS, BABY BOY—DON’T CONCENTRATE ON HIS FACE
THE NEIGHBORS WANT TO KNOW WHICH WAY THE WIND BLOWS
A LURE TO YOUR OWN KIND—OFTEN A UNION IS JUST A MERGE
THE STRAIGHT PREACH THE PROMISE OF THE RETURN
LITTLE ONES AND FAMILY LIFE, SING-SONGY SUNDAYS
CONFUSION NEVER WAVES A FLAG OR SOUNDS A HORN
BIOLOGICAL ARROWS POINT THE DIRECTION
SLEEPING AT THE LOONY ASYLUM
BEDS FULL OF TOBACCO
FRIENDLY LIPS PUFFING
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POVERTY-RIDDEN POETS STANDIND DEAD
NO MONEY TO SLEEP HORIZONTAL
WORMS LEAKING FROM THE EDGES
BIRDS FLY DOWN AND HELP THEMSELVES
REPRINTED WORDS AT THE FLEA MARKET
HUMAN EARS AND LIPS IN JELLY JARS
VOYEURISTIC MAGAZINES OF PRIVATE PARTS
ISOLATED AND NAIVE, MEN STARE AT FLAPS
“GOD SURE DIDN’T TAKE HIS TIME WITH THAT THING”
EMBARRASSING ENOUGH TO KEEP IT COVERED
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PEOPLE WHO WORK THE MEAT TABLES
PROBABLY NEVER SAY THE WORD “ANDROGYNOUS”
MANY PEOPLE ARE CLEARLY EMBARRASSED TO DEAL
WITH SUCH AN OLD TESTAMENT PROBLEM
RELUCTANCE TO FACE UP TO SUCH AN ABSURDITY
THE WHOLE TIME, RELATIVES ARE HOLDING ON FAST
TO REPRESENTATIONAL SYMBOLS
DECORATIVE TRIVIALITIES AT BEST
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DREAMS OF BONES———-DOG SLEEPS AND DREAMS OF BONES
JOHNNY BOY PUTS THE BONES AT RIGHT ANGLES
HIGHLY CIRCUMSCRIBED——PRIMARY COLORS
———————–GEOMETRICAL————————-
NOTHING MATHEMATICAL AND YET, EVERYTHING IS MATHEMATICAL
CHECKERBOARD ACADEMIC UNDERPANTS WITH UTOPIAN FLY
MYSTERIOUS NOCTURNAL MELODIES NEAR THE BLUE BULLS
BEYOND TONGUE AND EAR, MOCKING CARNIVAL MADNESS
THE SOUL OF THE POET HAS NO ATTENDANTS
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where we stand is a middle ground between the birth and death –
the squeeze & scream that spat us out
(we all know how we got here) –
but we don’t the method or means of our exit –
death with its jaws extend in the wash dragged up the beach & pulled down towards the breakers – fish bones & corpses
trees collapse and are trampled to mulch
the attendant at the door points to the exit
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HISTORY HAS MADE A MOCKERY OF EVERYTHING IMPORTANT
RELIGIOUS PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH HISTORY
HISTORY IS THE ENEMY——HISTORY IS THE ENEMY
IF IT WAS NOT FOR HISTORY, REALITY COULD BE REDESIGNED
AND PEOPLE IN GENERAL COULD BE FOOLED INTO STUPIDITY
THE ATTENDANT AT THE GATE POINTS AT HISTORY—NO ESCAPE
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A LITTLE FRENCH, A LITTLE ALGEBRA, BURMESE COOTER EXERCISES
WHATEVER IT TOOK—-FEMALES TO CHANGE HISTORY
SIGNAL FLAGS——-MEN SILENT IN THE DARK
IN THEIR PANTS ONE COULD HEAR THE BIOLOGICAL DRIVES
THE FEAR OF BEING PIERCED AND THE AFTER PARTY MESS
ANONYMOUS LOVE, THEY CALLED IT THAT IN THE SHOWER ROOM
LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, THE NAMELESS ACT, GENDER SUICIDE
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real nurses share real ghost stories amongst germ ridden beds of death stalking all corridors –
multiple micheal in the cargo bay – beware werewolves
STAY OFF THE MOORS – the nocturnal howl of the wolves
– doors bolted
twilight genocide
– night of the sharp teeth
men with flags –
semaphore conversations – shouting at distance till your voice is hoarse
(She heard this a thousand times but never pictured a horse in someone’s mouth)..
Flarff is another vacuum the world doesn’t need put it in a box and take a flying fuck at the moooooooooooooon*
————-
*vonnegut was right
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MADE CONTACT WITH YOKO TODAY
SHE HAD A NEW “FLEA-FUR”
WHO WEARS SUCH A THING ?
COULD SHE BE A FLEA MAGNET ?
SAID THAT SHE WAS TAKING PILLS
THAT MADE HER FEEL LIKE SHE
WAS READY TO POUR WATER ON JESUS
I DID NOT ASK QUESTIONS
SHE KEPT PINCHING MY FINGER
HAD I FORGOTTEN HOW IT FEELS ?
THE PLEASURE ENCOUNTERED
ABOVE HER STOCKINGS
BALD AND THREE-DIMENSIONAL
CLEVERLY SITUATED
NEAR THE COAL MINE
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THE MULTIPLICITY OF MEANINGS—SHIFTING NARRATIVE
YOU’VE PUT FLARF IN A VACUUM—NO MORE EXPLICIT CORRELATIVES
FLAGS COME IN HANDY IN THE CIRCLE OF HELL
MALIGNANT PET POOP BEGGING YOUR EVERY STEP
THE BROWN PUCKERS UP LIKE MICK FOR A 12yr OLD
THERE MAY BE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
I HAVEN’T SEE ANY
WHEN I LOOK IN PEOPLE’S MOUTHS
I SEE BROKEN GLASS
SICKNESS OF THE SOUL
BABIES IN HOT CARS
CHILDREN BLOATED IN SWIMMING POOLS
HIT AND RUNS
MODERN CRITICISM
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I WANTED TO SWALLOW THE POETRY OF THE YOUNG AND UNSUNG
TALK OF FLARF SWAMPS EVERY OTHER SUBJECT OF CONVERSATION
I SANG ARIAS OF PRAISE FOR MY ALTERED POETRY MACHINE
PEARLS BEFORE THE PURVEYORS OF THE TURNPIKE AND INTERSTATE
OH LORD, THE POETS ARE PAINTING THE PAVEMENT BLACK
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CITIZENS COMMITTED TO SIN
I TRY TO RUN AWAY
ONLY TO FIND MYSELF SEWN
TO THEIR MISERY
I CHANGED MY NAME
I PREACH OBEDIENCE TO GOD
CONSUMING JESUS ON A SCHEDULE
SEARS GIVES ME EXTRA POINTS
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
THE DEAD KNOCK ON THE DOOR
RELUCTANT TO LEAVE
SHORT ON REPLACEMENTS
I USE “HEATHEN” PARTS
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ADAM AND EVE WERE SOLE CREATIONS
YET THEY HAD CONVERSATIONS WITH OTHERS
MIGHTY-MOUTHED INDIVIDUALS…………POETS ?
MUSICAL NOTES AND MOVING FEET
ITALIANS LITTERED THE STREETS
WITH RUSSIAN JAZZ
FORESKINS SO TIGHT
IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO GET HARD
HONEYMOON NIGHT TEETH
DONE DAMAGE
THEN SELF-DIRECTING
*the law of the gospel (reason and justice and so much more)
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THROUGH DIVINE GRACE—TRUCKLOADS OF INSIGHT AND EFFORT
MAN BECOMES A SELF-DIRECTING FORCE OF GOD
FLARF TUMBLES OUT THE BACKSIDE OF BEASTS
POETRY WITHOUT SURRENDER—WITHOUT PROFIT OR SHAME
WORDS ON FIRE IN THE DARKNESS—THOUGHTS MAY DO HARM
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I WANTED TO SWALLOW THE POETRY OF THE YOUNG AND UNSUNG
—-INNOCENT POETS SUFFER BECAUSE I AM CORRUPT—-
EACH ARTIST MUST LICK UP THEIR OWN FILTH
YOU HOLD THE FLASHLIGHT IN THIS DARKNESS
FORCES ARE REJOICING IN THE FALL OF MAN
DOORS ARE BEING SEALED SHUT
WORDS THROWN OFF CLIFFS
YOU ARE GREEDY WITH THE FLASHLIGHT
I DID NOT ASK TO BE AN OFFSPRING
TOMORROW I MAY NOT BE RECOGNIZABLE
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THE BAD PEOPLE ONLY TASTE DUST AND ASHES
PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE FLASHLIGHT BEAM
THE SHINE OF MERCY—POINT IT OVER HERE
DEATH IS THE JACKPOT—DEATH IS NOT THE JACKPOT
BROWN PUCKERS CANNOT PRAY
FRIENDS AND RELATIVES
WITH SIN-DIMMED EYES
ARE THEY TO BE FREE OF THE FILM ?
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ANY DAY ANOTHER GENERATIVE ORGAN SIGHTING
*the selection of size—eunuchoid males seem solemn
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SNAPSHOTS OF DAILY LIFE, ONE WRECK AT A TIME
SCABS OF HIROSHIMA, ALL COLORS ALL SIZES
BODIES ARE STILL FALLING FROM THE SKY
WORLD WAR TWO CAN NEVER END
POETRY IS BUTTERFLY BLOOD
SCIENTIFIC DEATH IS GOD
DEAD PEOPLE WITHOUT NAMES
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SLEEPING IN A GRAVE WITH AILING LUNGS
ONE PSYCHIC MALADY AFTER ANOTHER
SIGNATURES WITHOUT NAMES
DEAD PEOPLE DRUG OUT
BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK
PILING-UP OF RELATIVES
FROM WORLD WAR TWO
TRUTH IN BAD TASTE
SORRY ABOUT THE ERROR
THEY DID NOT FEEL ANY PAIN
HAPPY FACE, HAPPY SMILE
NO PAIN AT ALL
MY MISTAKE
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THE GUY WITH THE POCKETKNIFE SAID,
“I SEE THEE WHAT THOU ART”
WHEN I LOOKED I SAW A BABOON
SCREWED UP EYES SLIGHTLY QUIZZICAL
*an excess of maps and globes
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A SEMIOFFICIAL COMMITTEE HAS BEEN FORMED
TO DEAL WITH THE WORKS OF JOHNNY BOY
THE TASK OF “REFUTING”
I FEAR A NORWEGIAN WITH A SHARP BLADE
RUN AMOK WITH THE WRONG GIRL
YOU DIE
COMPENSATING FOR INFERIORITY FEELINGS
A PEOPLE BLOCKED ORGASTICALLY
NORWEGIANS WITH SHARP KNIVES
SEXUAL CUTLERY
YOU LOCK THE DOOR
AND HAVE YOUR LITTLE REHEARSAL
JOHNNY BOY ON THE FLOOR
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Norwegian Committees,
under cold northern sky –
always at dusk,
fire &
flames
flicker (like a knife in half caught moonlight),
the committee assembled and set a match to the works – it was refuted
(No one knows if this was to destroy was to lines or just to keep warm)
Johnny Boy inferior with this alphabet
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SCABS FROM HIROSHIMA
FOR SALE ON NORWEGIAN EBAY
VERY LITTLE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
ANDROGYNOUS AND DRY
OWNER HAS STRONG EMOTIONAL BOND
ASKS THAT THEY REMAIN A FAMILY
WITH RESPECT AND PROPER REST
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ANTICIPATING A REUNION WITH SHARP CHAPS FROM THE CUTLERY
STOLEN MOMENTS, CONFLICTS BETWEEN CONSCIENCE AND CONCUPISCENCE
SLICES AND SLABS, PASSIONATE AND FLESHLY, AS WELL AS PSYCHICALLY
LAWLESS COMPANIONS, PETTY CRIMES, A FLAGRANTLY BOHEMIAN LIFE STYLE
NOT A SINGLE SPECK OF DUST FROM CHRISTIANITY THAT MATTERS
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petty crimes in poetry –
fifth columnists and flarf propagandists – they will soil this once clean house –
you can only deconstruct until you have to construct again –
lazy listener misheard the words and confused the anatomy of this poem
we all have things inside but in all honestly,
we don’t all know what they do,
we don’t know the names
flarf steals the bricks of someone else’s building
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STEALS THE BRICKS FROM ANOTHER’S BUILDING
THE PASSION FOR KNOWLEDGE
DANGER MIRRORS THAT PASSION
WILL YOU FEED THE FIRE ?
SATAN WANTS ME TO ASK YOU
“WILL YOU FEED THE FLAMES ?”
CLING TIGHT AND DON’T FALL
JOHNNY BOY, SATAN SMILES
THE THOUGHT OF OUR JOINT FUNERAL
*people lie about death being your friend
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TWINS IN THE GRAVE:POETS NOSE TO NOSE
MULTIPLEMICHAEL CUT IN TWO
ONE UPRIGHT, ONE TEETH TO THE GROUND
THE SOUND OF LIVING CREATURES ON THE SURFACE
I NO LONGER UNDERGO THE BATTLE
OR SWALLOW THE POISON
SOMETIMES I DREAM OF BEING UPRIGHT
*I marvel at the intense deep black of death
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STANDING IN THE CROWD WITH NEAR PERFECT SWEETNESS
BONES ON TOP OF BONES WITH NO AUDIENCE
BEYOND THE TOYS AND CIRCLES AND GIRL-PARTS
ITALICS AROUND FEMININE NATURE
REPETITIVE HAND TASKS
CLIMAX AFTER CLIMAX
WORD AFTER WORD
LANGUAGE CENTERED RELIGION
ONLY WORDS WITH REFERENTIAL FUNCTION
ARE YE DROWNING ? NEED SOME DEAD WORDS TO FLOAT ?
YOU CALL OUT NAMING THE THINGS YOU ENCOUNTER
YOU ARE THE LIVING ARK OF LANGUAGE
SPEAKING REALITY AND THEN DISCOVERING IT
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SOCIAL ISOLATION AS A TEST
BONES ON TOP OF BONES
WAY TOO BIOGRAPHICAL !!!
EMILY DICKINSON FORGOTTEN
SEXUAL TEXT WRITTEN BEFORE BED
TOO MUCH CONTROL, PUNITIVE CONTROL
UNLOVABLE WOMAN PIDDLES THE NIGHT AWAY
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SOCIAL ISOLATION AS A TEST
BONES ON TOP OF BONES
WANNA MAKE A BOMB ?
EMILY DICKINSON CLICK CLICK CLICK
BAD BLADDER WITH TONAL RANGE
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SHE WAS WRITING HISTORY
LESSENING CONCERNS
OLD PHOTOGRAPHS OF
DAVID LYNCH
UNWRAPPED TO THE WAIST
DRY BEYOND DRY
KERNELS IN THE JISM
FRUITS FROM THE PELVIS
ALPHABETICAL DEVICES
SHINY AND SLICK WITH LUBE
MASCULINITY IMPENDS
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there are clues in the archives – paper-trails, red herrings & smoking guns –
buried beneath crushed leaves and old buildings, fallen trees and dead soldiers –
archeologists will dig through the layers searching on bended
knees –
bent in benediction
in a time when monosyllabic children walk into walls
when trees shed their clothes and we wait for the sky to explode
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DRIVING AROUND THE COUNTRYSIDE
LOOKING FOR THE WHITENESS
OF LESS PUBLIC PARTS
————————————LESS PUBLIC PARTS
EMILY DICKINSON:
GEOGRAPHICAL EXPECTATIONS
————————————OBSTACLES
HABITUAL THOUGHTS PASSED OFF
AS BEING POETRY
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
*reciting philosophical-sounding sentences
**Emily with her passion rope stretched
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a forest of pubic hair
a lumberjacks scream
lost inside thickets and darkness
the tiny whimper of lost animals
– we find life in corners
– hanging from branches –
– she told me we are at the crossroads
we have come to the crux
– lost inside the canopies where the sun doesn’t penetrate up and down between the castes – all bases covered
– pleasure by the inches
pleasure touching pleasure – everyone’s a winner
finger painting with ashes saved from the fire –
fingering
– painting with words
nothing but second class poets
– we are nothing but the words
– we are nothing
– but
the words
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———–WHERE LUMBERJACKS SCREAM————–
RIDE HOME ON MY STICK-HORSE
SUBSTANCELESS FAME
LEFT AT THE WORK STATION
LEFT ON BUS #2
OPEN-EYED TO POETRY
MANY-ARMED CARESS
JUST GIVING IN TO DESIRE
ON A CLOUD WITH NO CONTROL
PEOPLE IN HELL
CRY
ABOUT THEIR EYEBALLS
COLD AND HOT AND DRY
MAGAZINE FAME ROLLED UP
SERVING AS AN ANAL PLUG
* please don’t tell Emily Dickinson that she has frenzied foam down below
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QUICK RECIPROCATING OF CURIOSITY
GRATIFIED LUMBERJACKS RE-EXCITED
IDLE DAYDREAMING WITH SANDPAPER
MECHANICAL EXPRESSION, GLOBULES
RESISTENCE AND THEN A STREAM
NO NEED TO EXAGGERATE
*Emily Dickinson was fond of instinctual gratification
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THE SCREAM OF A LUMBERJACK
steer the discussion away from
intimacies and confessions
go for generality
not details
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the guy with the pocketknife said,
“I see thee what thou art”
WHO WILL FEED YOU IN YOUR YOUTH ?
WILL YOU SLEEP IN A BED ?
what function will words serve in your daily line-up ?
occult indirection taught at home
—-the terrible unmanning———
males cut and forced to be effeminate
males removed from literature
HISTORY TO BECOME HER-STORY
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THE GUY WITH THE POCKETKNIFE SAID
“I SEE THEE WHAT THOU ART”
WORDS EXPLODE AND JOHNNY BOY
RUNS AROUND
SCOOPING UP IDEAS
IF ONLY YOU COULD HARMONIZE DE’ SPIRIT
PULL OUT A STRING OF MULTIPLE JESUS BOYS
DOLLS FROM THE VIRGIN MOTHER
BLACK AND WHITE INFANTILE MEMORIES
STRAIGHTFORWARD INFANTILE SEXUAL MATERIAL
OFFHAND SUCKING, BABYTALK AND SEAMLESS SIN
REPETITIVE SUCKING, DAY AFTER DAY
A FRESH WET-NURSE, NEVER THE SAME CRIME
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WITH THE STONG FEVER CAME THE TROUBLESOME DREAMS
ALWAYS AUSTRIA AND GERMANY AND THE RED BLOOD
I TOLD THEM THAT I WAS AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL AMERICAN
BUT THERE WAS THE DUTCHMAN DNA AND THE SYMBOLS
AND I SPOKE PERFECT GERMAN AND I WAS A SKETCHY RAT BASTARD
I COULD NEVER ESCAPE WHO I WAS
FOCUSED ON A THRONE
ABOVE THE MOUNTAIN OF BONES
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TO DEAL WITH A SEMIOFFICIAL COMMITTEE
READERS GUILTY OF SIN READING JOHNNY
THE CLOVEN HOOF OF POETRY
TREACHEROUS WORDS WITH SURFACE
PITCHFORK WORKS FROM LONDON SCHOOLS
PHOTOCOPIES OF PARENTS TURNED GRAY
MOUTH AND BOTTOM WRECKS ON CURVES
*Kentucky children: Lent, Easter, Holy Week, and Advent
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I COULD NEVER ESCAPE WHO I WAS
FOCUSED ON A THRONE
OBSCENE KISSES FROM WONDROUS LIPS
POET PRIEST AND HIS CHOIRBOYS
ACTIONS IN THE SHADOWS
CAMEO ROLES BY NORMAN AND HIS MOTHER
CAMEO ROLES BY EMILY DICKINSON AND JOAN RIVERS
MICK JAGGER AND THE STONES
IN ANIMAL SKINS WITH OILY MEAT
HALF-BEAST ROCK AND ROLL STARS
ANOINTING OILS AND HEAVY DRUGS
EACH DAY BRINGS A FINAL REDEFINITION
THE CHURCH LOCK GROWS LARGER
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YOU FORGOT THE TWENTY TUMBLERS
FROM THE TOP OF YOUR BIRTHDAY CAKE
AND NOW THEY ARE DEAD
FANCY THOSE DEVILS IN YOUR HEAD
YOU COULD LEAVE THE CARDBOARD BOX
IN THE PARISH CHURCH
HUMMING BAWDY TUNES
HOW LONG CAN ONE STARVE ?
ELIGIBLE WOMEN KNOW YOUR REPUTATION
THE BROWN MARKS AND YOUR DRUNKEN DAD
LIFE BECOMES A SORRY TALE
DIABOLICAL AND THEN SOME
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I thought I knew me
EGO & id
until midnight
one day
in dark town
a bike chain fight
flick knifes pulled from denim
Facebook Johnny
vs
Twitter Johnny
Instagram Johnny Boy snapping away – waiting in the wings
three rounds
no submissions
this isn’t acting
this is real – not just sweaty gestures of masculinity
in spandex with 70s metal hair
rolling in the mud
animal grunts
pigs fuck in shit and they love it
I saw myself from all angles
an outside online
body experience
to many mes – personalities & multiplicity – Multiple Johnny Boys – angry pacifist
a foot in all all camps
the fingerprints
as tiny mountain ranges
under microscopic eyes
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EARTHLY PEOPLES IN DARKTOWN
FLAMING SWORDS
AND GOD, THE INSPECTOR
LITTLE ANTS SCATTER
GOD WITH HIS MICROSCOPIC EYES
GOD WITH HIS CLUTCH AND STRAIGHT SHIFT
LUSTFUL ANGELS IN THE DUST ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
THEIR FEMININE WILES CHARMING JESUS AND HIS MAN-SAC
HOLLYWOOD FAMES DEFORMED WOMEN
UGLY WOMEN POLISHED WITH SPIT
CROSS-SPECIES INTERCOURSE
SPORTS FIGURES AND RAP STARS
TRANSGRESSING FORBIDDEN BOUNDARIES
TO SAVOR SEX AND SUGAR, LIFE IN 2014
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Moses was a gun nut who fought apes – he was invented by Hollywood –
two hours a day in make up –
glued on beard
designers sandals
make up tested on animals
dolphins with lipsticks
dogs with blusher
I fancy them all
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THERAPEUTIC MOSES
HOLLYWOOD SPARKS
TURN INTO A POETIC BLAZE
STANDING AROUND THE BURNING BUSH
JOHN TRAVOLTA AS THE SON OF MOSES
MAYHEM IN HIS BATHING SUIT AREA
THE PROPER DWELLING OF GOD
GENESIS EXPLICIT
SINFUL WATCHERS STAND AROUND
WILL THEY SPOT HIS MEAT ?
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LIVING IN A TIME BEFORE MODERN BATHROOMS
JESUS HAD DIFFICULT TIMES WITH #1 AND #2
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NO LATIN WORD FOR WHAT IT TOOK
TO PLACE THE WASTE IN OUTER SPACE
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NO LATIN WORD FOR WHAT IT TOOK
TO PLACE THE WASTE IN OUTER SPACE
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PREEMINENT IN ALL THINGS
CELESTIAL FORCES
what does it take to move up ?
THOUGHTS IN THE DARK…LATE AT NIGHT
BEING PRIOR IN CREATION
TO EXIST THE FARTHEST AWAY
WHERE COMMON SENSE HAS NO VOICE
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James Bond Moses and his flying car
James Bond Moses and his exploding pen
James Bond Moses seducing Russian spies
James Bond Moses in a suit and tie
—
calls to wardrobe
contractual spates
CGI Moses
green screen partibg of the Red Sea
—
Washed up Moses in soft core donkey porn
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——FEW PEOPLE TRAVEL THE MOSAIC COVENANT—–
OUR PARENTS WERE CALLED BEFORE GOD
TOLD THAT SUFFERING
WAS A CONSEQUENCE
SUFFERING AS A PENALTY FOR SIN
YOU AND I WERE TRIGGERS
WE EXPLODED INDISCRIMINATELY
WE DESTOYED THE RIGHTEOUS
ALONG WITH THE WICKED
*we must not alter the word (chastised, disciplined, and later purified)
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interlopers trespassing over these pages – ash from the Leviathan fire floating into the stratosphere – clogging up apparatus on space shuttles
floating men
pissing in bags
hearing voices in the vacuum –
the machines are talking to them – bad interference & cosmic juju
they say you can see the Great Wall of China from space but it doesn’t exists – it is the unconscious projection from a billion repressed minds
featherless conquistadors
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LETHARIC STATES COME AND GO
KENTUCKY BEING THE KINGDOM
OF GREEN GRASS AND HANDSHAKES
IF MASTURBATION
PRODUCED SOUND
THINK OF THE ENDLESS
INSTRUMENTAL SOLOS
BEAUTIFUL COMPOSITIONS
FROM THE BATHROOM
FROM THE SHOWER
BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
THE FAINT HINT OF BAGPIPES
BUZZING AND WHISTLING
POETS OFTEN ATTACH
MEANING AND FEELING
TO THESE SOUNDS
PARENTS GET FRUSTRATED
AND FLING POOP
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Kentucky is full of cock playing soloist – only those rave enough join the orchestral
the noise –
meat slapping slapping slapping
a crying eye, not crying,
just a weeping
– do your remember first explosion?
I nearly fainted
bagpipes and ballbags
a double hander
shiny lighthouse
brought up with the view that masturbation makes you blind – I’ve been wearing glasses for years
wanker*
—–
*do you use that term?
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BACK TO THE DANGLED PUPPET
A CALIBRATED BEAM OF LIGHT
THE FACE OF A CLOCK
HISTORY IN MINUTES AND HOURS
POINTERS—OVERHEAD PUMPING
DRAMA WITH OTHERS
PERFORMANCE CITY
ACCUMULATED TENSION
THE TOMBSTONE READ
“PILLS AND THRILLS”
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History is everywhere – at the ends of the beams of light –
the X-rays revealed things
the cut of the puppet strings
divorced from the marionette
a million miles from the fences
tombstones & catacombs
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multiple M in the comments – dropping breadcrumb words for people to find their way
– out of the forests
– out of the Vietnamese tunnels
– out of their shadows
bikini clad woman stretched and painted all along the fuselage – all words X’ed out once used
a thousand ideas never captured
just thought then gone
fleeting
– Johnny Boy and his magazine Q&As – darktown epilogue screaming jazz – swallowed all varieties and colours
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JOHNNY BOY REPETITIVELY FINGERING Q&As
IRRELEVANT—TRIVIAL QUESTIONS
MOTEL BIBLES CIRCLING IN HIS HEAD
VARIATIONS ON A THEME
BATHROOM CHORUSES AND REFRAINS
SENSITIVITY TO GREEK FOOD
THE REWARD AGAIN AND AGAIN
IT HANGS OUT YOUR BACKSIDE
REFUSING TO DROP
*a visual scene that can be constructed in a hundred ways
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WOBBLE US OFF OUR COURSE, JOHNNY BOY
DECLAMATORY VAGUENESS IN Q&As
CHILDHOOD PHOTOGRAPHS OF CARNIVAL TENTS
WOMEN WITH DUSTY PARTS
THEY CALL IT, INTIMACY
BUT IT WAS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE
IT WAS FREUD ON BOOTLEG WHISKEY
SHIMMYING THROUGH
MOTEL BIBLES
*words are corruptible seed
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Emily in mud, covered, in a field
raining, wet tress naked of their leaves –
if this was a boat and all that an ocean we would be in un-chartered waters –
everything now
small scratches on the lense of the horizon –
jettison the bibles
the salted meat
barrels of bootleg whisky
weeks in the dark on cusps of waves
& spray
below the comments
belt the belt line
the fur
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BEFORE EMILY DIED SHE HAD STRANGE THOUGHTS
ABOUT HAVING HER HANDS AMPUTATED
HER BIOGRAPHER JUMPED OFF A CLIFF
SOMETIMES SHE CALLED HER PRIVATES
“NEW JERUSALEM”
SHE SPOKE OF SPIDERS SHE EMPLOYED
COBWEBS THAT WERE USED IN WITCHCRAFT
(WHEN SATAN TURNED ON THE LIGHT—
MAN WAS REDUCED IN SIZE)
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BEFORE EMILY DIED SHE SPOKE OF INHABITANTS
WHO COULD FLOAT IN THE SKY
SHE HAD HER OWN WORD
SOMETHING LIKE MOTH
SHE NEVER FOUND THE PROPER WORD
SHE MARKED IT “MOTH”
A LITTLE STAR FOR LATER REVISION
UNBELIEF WAS A TERRIBLE PLACE
SURGICAL THOUGHTS
ABOUT REMOVING HER HANDS
HER GUILT WOULD COME TO THE SURFACE
EVERYONE WOULD KNOW THAT SHE WAS BIBLICAL
SHE WAS THE BOOK OF REVELATION
“NEW JERUSALEM” SO CLOSE TO HER HINY
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WHEN SATAN TURNED ON THE LIGHT
MAN WAS REDUCED IN SIZE
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UNWRITTEN POEMS COVERED WITH GERMS
FUGITIVE GERMS IN A TENDER WORLD
PRIZING BLEACH AND COUGH DROPS
MICHAEL JACKSON DROWNING
NO COMPENSATORY BEYOND
NO ONE TO SAVE HIM
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Poor old Michael Jackson –
no one saved him but the queue to stone him snaked a Texas mile – bleach skin & Jesus juice
– when the light went on the shadows grew and she sang “I saw Gods shadow on the world”.
– my curtain trousers make a festive reappearance every Xmas – children unwrapping alligator teeth – her cloying hands trying to part the drapes –
-visions of hell change daily – burning bushes & lakes of fire – ( signs advising the lake isn’t suitable for fishing or sailing boats ) – bones
, always bones scattering floors and images of starvation –
– machete genocide & man made potions
I have been under for these past days – time to surface somewhere in this long
strange days
–
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the devil cake
no cream inside
empty promise
hollow delight
I’ve spent the last 56hrs in one room listen to the same song
the words are meaningless
the sound is fingers down a blackboard now
familiarity breeds contempt
my curtain trousers & their punk cutlery accessories –
turnpike detours off the main concourse into lands not mapped, places not named, backwater Kentucky, villages in a lost England, real estate Florida falling into the sea
his pockets were full of gold when he drowned
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ONE MILLION NUANCES
INSOMNIA LIKE A HEART ATTACK
MICHAEL JACKSON WITH HIS DRY LIPS
AND WET HANDS
AND NO VOICE
NOT EVEN A SHORT WORD
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THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT IS EXPECTED
A SURPRISE ? AN INTRUSION ?
UNWRAPPED SKIN
I WAS AFRAID
I HAD SEEN THE MISSING PERSONS POSTER
I WAS NOT THE TRIGGER
IT WAS NORMAN’S UNDERPANTS
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OVERLY STRICT TOILET TRAINING
WHAT A DIARY TITLE
AND THEN YOU HOOKED UP
WITH THE QUEEN OF ORAL FIXATION
IMAGES ON THE KITCHEN COLD BOX
HIDDEN EROGENOUS ZONES
HOSTILE COLORING
THE DOCTOR ASKED YOU NOT CRY
OR BRING IN PHOTOGRAPHS
CHANGES IN YOUR WISHES
NEW MEDICATION
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OVERLY STRICT TOILET TRAINING
YOUR FIRST HOBBY IN BROWN
“LOOK MOMMY, I AM A LITERATURE DISCIPLE”
FRIENDLY STRANGERS AT THE CLINIC
TRIGGER WORDS AND FATHER REBELLION
CLASSIC HOSTILE COLORING
GENITAL HOSTILITY
BRIGHT BLUE BALLS
*vital needs: eating–elimination–reproduction
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THOSE FIRST GIRLS THAT YOU KISSED
THEY WERE PAGES FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATON
NO DUTY UNTIL ABSOLUTELY FORCED TO DO SO
INEXORABLY FROM THE THOUGHT OF IT
AT THE SNAP OF FINGERS—MAKE A LOAD
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Reblogged this on multiplemichael.
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fleshless pelvis Emily Dickinson—rigor mortis
disguised vaginal metaphors on the front page
continuous loving–sexual confrontations
Beatles singing about yesterday
CSI on the tube
wriggling trouser snake
once-burned
hugged and dumped
poetry in forgotten places
clever fables about the Curie home
daggers and pistols
A CREATIVE MISREADING
SCYTHIAN SHAMANISM FOR WHICH ALL THIRST
EMILY DICKINSON WEARING HER FLESHLESS PELVIS
LITTLE DIFFERENCE THAT THEY PUT HER IN THE GROUND
RIGOR MORTIS AND FRESH MUD, “GOOD MORNING DEAR”
ALLIGATOR TEETH UNDER HER PILLOW
HER VAGINAL AREA LIKE A LONG-DEAD RAT
DRY JISM DANDRUFF—WHITE ASSAULT DUST
SOULS OF A CITY NEVER BORN
AGONY OF FLAME ONCE BURNED
THE SNAKE WITH HIS RATTLE AND SPIT
THE HONEYMOON BUD PULLED RAW
LUCIFER THERE—SELF-DELIGHTING
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FLESHLESS PELVIS OF FREUDIAN STRUCTURE
SLEEPING IN A CARDBOARD BOX
ONCE FULL OF ORDINARINESS
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EMILY DICKINSON IN AN OFFBEAT MANNER
GREATLY DISSIMILAR
A QUEER FISH ?
PERFECTLY SUITED FOR POETRY
I WOULDN’T LOCK THE SCREEN DOOR
SO SHE COULD ENTER WITHOUT THE KEY
THE BACKDOOR OF PERSONALITY
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FLESHLESS PELVIS TOSSED OUT THE BACKDOOR OF PERSONALITY
PERFECTLY SUITED, SKIN AND BONE AND ORDINARINESS
CONTRADICTORY-HANDS
SUBJECT GOSSIP TO TUSSLE
A SMACK IN THE NOSE
*and only yesterday, the thickness of his pubic hair magnified
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RELIEF FROM THE PAIN OF A DIFFICULT POEM
A SMACK OR TWO ON THE NOSE
KNOWING YOU ARE COLORING
AN IMAGE OF NOAH AND THE ARK
ANOTHER CHANCE FOR ANNIHILATION ?
YOU ARE BUSY TRYING TO STAY INSIDE THE LINES
YOU FEEL SAFE WITH DETECTIVES AND MASTER SCIENTISTS
SACRIFICE ANOTHER ANIMAL OR CHILD
WHAT THE HELL ?
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MANY TIMES YOU’VE EXPERIENCED THE DRAMA
CAPTURED IN YOUR POETRY
DRAMA ENACTED WITHIN THE STRUCTURE
OF WORDS (PASSIVE WORDS ?)
THOUGHTS BROUGHT TO A CONCLUSION
EXPERIMENTS WITH LOVERS AND LOVED ONES
YOU MAY WREST MEANING
BUT WHAT OF THE SCARS ?
*maimed relatives and friends around the ring of fire (@JOHNNY BOY)
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YOU FEEL SAFE WITH DETECTIVES AND MASTER SCIENTISTS
DEFINITIONS AND NUMERICAL VALUES—JOTTING DOWN COMPUTATIONS
BILLIARD BALLS WITH NUMBERS—HUMAN BALLS WITH NUMBNERS
NUMBERS THAT PEPPER THE ORGAN SIZE
YEARS OF STARVATION AS A CHILD
LOCKED IN A CHICKEN WIRE CAGE
ADJECTIVES IN HIS POCKETS
ALMOST DROWNING
WEIGHED DOWN WITH ALPHABETS
CATS IN THE DARK ARE SELDOM FRIENDS
DROOL IN THE EAR WHILE MAKING LOVE
HUMMUNGOUS DONG WON’T GO IN
CREEPY, CRAWLY, TURKEY-NECK FORESKIN
GELATINOUS SNOT WITH ACTIVE SEED
TINY WASTED FACES CLEAN AND CLEAR
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all things measured with numbers – show size
the bingo hall of your mouth,
teeth with numbers,
your wingspan, eight hands high and counting
numbers don’t lie
during the war I carried one fifth of a secret across enemy lines – one piece of a puzzle
holed up in the cheateau throughout the winter it was the plumes of smoke from the French cigarettes that alerted them
smoky X on an unwritten map
high above this plateau
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I was told that your numbers were vulnerable
numbers never tell the truth
scientists use numbers to cover their mistakes
re-create happy moments——–expound on them
helpless and naked baby boy
a radiant glow on your face
focusing on #2—-interpreting movement
pressure and then pleasure
the essence of life
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GROUP CAMARADERIE—-POETS DEAD IN A WOOD BOX
CLIQUE CRUELTY WITH A DULL KNIFE
MASTER POETS WHO DO WHAT THEY MUST
TO PRESERVE THEIR STATUS
CATTINESS AND MALICE
AND THEN A SHARP STICK IN THE EYE
OUTSIDERS WENT FIRST
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FRENCH CIGARETTES ARE NOT REALLY FROM FRANCE
RESIDUAL BUG SPRAY —CORROSIVE TO THE THROAT
SMOKERS WITH NO BACKSIDE TO THEIR LUNGS
JUST ANOTHER UNFORTUNATE MANIFESTATION
“COME CLEAN MY TUBE”
SHAME AND SHAKINESS
ACCUMULATED
THAT’S NOT JISM
THAT’S BRONCHITIC SNOT
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