the leaven of a deeper plenitude
with YOKO ONO inside my torso
suspicion about the implant
dichotomized////////trans-substantiated
meat from the frontier
cowboy meat
sacramental numbers that communicate
I hired a contemporary mathematician
a gentleman on horseback
I told him I didn’t want no stinking African meat
I wanted red white blue
and most important, I WANTED IT TO ADD UP
that’s why I employed a mathematician
good heavens don’t make me sharpen
my medieval sword
WHAT TYPE OF MATH DELIVERS MEAT FROM A PENITENTIARY ?
MEAT CONTAMINATES or MEAT GLAMORIZES
THE ANGELS WOULD LIKE TO AWAKEN THE DEAD
TO MAKE MEAT WHOLE WRAPPED IN FUR
SKELETONS AS TREES ORGANS WEAVE THROUGH THE BRANCHES
WHITE CIGARETTES IN THE DARK
TOBACCO HACKED OFF IN KENTUCKY
SEIZED FROM THE STALK WITH BARE TEETH
DUMBLY IGNORANT OF SECRET NUMBERS
NUMBERS THAT ARE SING SONG
THAT CANNOT BE LOST OR DESTROYED
NAKED NUMBERS THAT CANNOT BE ANYTHING BUT NAKED
NO NECK OR HAIR
WALKING MEAT
LEANER MEAT
sinew running through
train tracks piercing the horizon
past silos
mathematicians work in formulas
to make the meat redder – appearance sells –
the farmers make the cattle wear hats and ties – meat from smarter animals taste better the survey revealed
– pigs in £100 shoes fuck in shit
Freud was asked to give a speech to the Pork Industry
He refused because he was 100% against the domestication of pigs
He said that we shouldn’t eat animals that sing spirituals
He dreamed of pigs being elevated to a heavenly status
chubby pink pigs with wings
translated to heaven by a kiss and not death
(if you only have one wish…….wish to be translated to heaven by a kiss and not death)
beautiful pigs in pageants and pigtails parading – excited farmers in dungarees salivating – pig wings clipped to ensure they remained tethered to this earth – Fried hated pigs – reminded him of his mother – she too liked to roll in mud and when grilled she too tasted delightful – the mother/pig – sun tanned under the sun – pig chorus in religious towns – Freud wrote confused letters to himself revealing his fear of his attraction to meat
NUDE PIG SENSATIONS IN THE SEX CENTER
CALLING FOX NEWS MAN SNEEZES THROUGH ORGAN
CHILDREN COME FROM WEEPING
FLOWERS IN YOUTH THORNS IN THE GRANNY FLAP
SYLVIA PLATH GETS OFF THE ELEVATOR
AND WRITES POEM AFTER POEM
SAILOR MAN IN WHITE UNION
ATTENTIVE TO CURVED LIP AND EMBERS
A BROWN TREE IN FALL WITH GRAVITY
ENTER SHAKING AND SKIN FALLING
BIG FAT HEAD IN BONDAGE
TWO OR THREE PROMISES
SYLVIA ALL FRAGMENTARY
WHAT A FINISH
PERSONS OF A SERIOUS TURN OF MIND
PEOPLE WHO UNDERESTIMATE
THEIR MENTAL POVERTY
ARE THOSE COBWEBS ?
LAUGH AT ME BUT BEWARE
THE CYCLONE IS CRUEL
FAINT LOVE FROM FAT HEART
BEYOND BOREDOM
INABILITY TO SLEEP
CONSTANT STRUGGLE
EVERY SHADOW MAY BE JACK RUBY
YOU NOTORIOUS LEE HARVEY OSWALD
ESCAPISM BRINGS NO NEUTRALITY OR SAFE HARBOR
GOD ALMIGHTY PLANTED JACK RUBY
THERE WAS ONE THING HE HAD TO DO:
AGAINST FATE SHOOT A MONSTER
THE SKIN OF ONE APPLE TASTED IN THE GARDEN OF OUR NATION
OUR BELOVED JOHN F. TORN THROUGH THE CHICKENWIRE OF LIFE
I SING PRAISE BUT CANNOT SET THE CLOCK STRAIGHT
my splendid derelict with bear scratches
growing weaker each day
self-contained love
goats never walk on goat paths
hooves on walking sticks
utensils from the CUTLERY
poise of the body to accommodate
poetic words with arms
conductors of delirious particles
the murk of future times my splendid derelict
dead weight bears skinny on the prowl
messianic marsupials penetrate rhetoric
little pink pointers rapid motion visible chalk
motifs of renewal in the creative process
A POET WITH PROFOUND AMBIVALENCES AND OBSCURITIES
MEAT BECOMES PORNOGRAPHIC
SELF-PLEASURING WARM MEAT
LITTLE PINK POINTERS
EMOTIONALLY STARTLING PINK POINTERS
GLIMPSED MEAT THROUGH PALE CURTAINS
MEAT THAT DAYDREAMED ABOUT SUICIDE
MEAT WITH MOOD-STATES
WHAT GOOD IS A KEYHOLE IF THE DOOR IS OPEN ?
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SOMEONE ERASED ALL REFERENCES TO PIGS AND/OR PORK………..HEATED NEEDLES WITH THE GOOD STUFF……….THE STUFF THAT MADE LEWIS CARROLL GO HAYWIRE………..FREUD ALWAYS TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS BEFORE HE JOINED THE DESPERADOS. HE WAS MEAT SHY.
THE OPEN door IS THE BIRTH CANAL
IT MUST BE KEPT CLEAN
IT SEEMS THAT DEMONS
LIKE TO LEAVE BEHIND
DIRT AND FILTH
I DON’T KNOW MUCH
ABOUT ALL THAT
SPONGY MATERIAL
IF I WERE A KODIAK
IT WOULD JUST BE MEAT
SWIMMING IN MEAT
TOSSED MUSCULAR
PERVERSE MEAT
AS A CHILD YOU
RODE A STICK-HORSE
POETS OFTEN RAISE MEAT TO ITS TENTH POWER
MEAT THAT IS MONSTROUSLY CONDENSED
POETRY IS IMAGES CAST INTO LANGUAGE
this is a secret….careful who you tell
CAN MEAT BE LINGUISTIC OR PHONETIC ?
I KNOW IT CAN BE VISUAL
YOUNG PEOPLE OFTEN HAVE MAGAZINES ON THIS SUBJECT
DVDs HAVE BOTH IMAGES AND SOUNDS
DRAINING EVERY SINGLE DROP OF JUICE
IN KOREA THEY HANG LITTLE PUPPIES ON HOOKS
BEAUTIFUL CRIMSONS IN THE BLEAKNESS
she had 16 pressure points which we spend hours exploring – skinned knee –
sandpapered thigh –
16 pressure spots I caress – exits can be entrances
and
vice
versa
the one word postcards can be standalone but they lack context –
we need to contextualise things
THERE WAS LOTS OF LAUGHTER
RECOGNIZABLY HUMAN
THE FASTER YOU COULD RUN
THE MORE VALUABLE YOU WERE
NOT ONLY TO YOURSELF BUT TO OTHERS
MEAT WAS ABUNDANT IF YOU COULD CATCH IT
SYLVIA PLATH DISEMBODIED AND ROOTLESS
WILL SHE SPROUT NEW POEMS ?
THE LADY OF FAILED COMMUNICATION
EROTIC BLACK CHEESE ON BONES
THE SMELL OF FATIGUE
SYLVIA
MEMORY EVOKES LOVE-SCARS
HYSTERICAL CIGARETTES
CURLED UP IN A SMOKE
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN EMOTIONS
EARLY MORNING STARVATION
THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE STILL WET
YOUNGER SELF IN OLDER TIMES
PASSIONATE AND INTENSE
AT RISK
HARBORED IN A DARK SKIN
A 700 YEAR OLD MATTRESS
WITH ARMS AND LEGS
FAMILY AND FRIENDS
HAVE LEFT THEIR MARK
STAINS AND LESSONS
TECHNIQUE, MANIPULATION
ALMOST NO CONTROL
ACTIVE PASSIVE
JUNG’S NOODLE
IN AN INSTANCE
there is no need to run across the plateau to catch the meat – from my window I saw a sweaty horde of obese humans attacking my meat tree with axes – saliva dripping from drooling holes – I chased them away violently – it wasn’t hard to do – they moved slow with their fat thighs friction burning –
rumours must have spread about the tree –
I must be on guard
I won’t sleep tonight
I am a sentinel
meat overseer
meat guardian
the mattress buttresses the exit – no ones leaving and after 700 years they have given up – they know they will never the smell the sun again – feel the cold flowers on their skin again – never to suck the dew on morning grass –
a diet of nicotine noodle and weak words have left their mark –
friends begat family begat friends
Emily and Sylvia mud wrestling – Yoko takes notes – multiple limbs tangle in seductive knots – a case study in manipulation, technique –
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the leaven of a deeper plenitude
with YOKO ONO inside my torso
suspicion about the implant
dichotomized////////trans-substantiated
meat from the frontier
cowboy meat
sacramental numbers that communicate
I hired a contemporary mathematician
a gentleman on horseback
I told him I didn’t want no stinking African meat
I wanted red white blue
and most important, I WANTED IT TO ADD UP
that’s why I employed a mathematician
good heavens don’t make me sharpen
my medieval sword
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WHAT TYPE OF MATH DELIVERS MEAT FROM A PENITENTIARY ?
MEAT CONTAMINATES or MEAT GLAMORIZES
THE ANGELS WOULD LIKE TO AWAKEN THE DEAD
TO MAKE MEAT WHOLE WRAPPED IN FUR
SKELETONS AS TREES ORGANS WEAVE THROUGH THE BRANCHES
WHITE CIGARETTES IN THE DARK
TOBACCO HACKED OFF IN KENTUCKY
SEIZED FROM THE STALK WITH BARE TEETH
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DUMBLY IGNORANT OF SECRET NUMBERS
NUMBERS THAT ARE SING SONG
THAT CANNOT BE LOST OR DESTROYED
NAKED NUMBERS THAT CANNOT BE ANYTHING BUT NAKED
NO NECK OR HAIR
WALKING MEAT
LEANER MEAT
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sinew running through
train tracks piercing the horizon
past silos
mathematicians work in formulas
to make the meat redder – appearance sells –
the farmers make the cattle wear hats and ties – meat from smarter animals taste better the survey revealed
– pigs in £100 shoes fuck in shit
LikeLike
Freud was asked to give a speech to the Pork Industry
He refused because he was 100% against the domestication of pigs
He said that we shouldn’t eat animals that sing spirituals
He dreamed of pigs being elevated to a heavenly status
chubby pink pigs with wings
translated to heaven by a kiss and not death
(if you only have one wish…….wish to be translated to heaven by a kiss and not death)
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beautiful pigs in pageants and pigtails parading – excited farmers in dungarees salivating – pig wings clipped to ensure they remained tethered to this earth – Fried hated pigs – reminded him of his mother – she too liked to roll in mud and when grilled she too tasted delightful – the mother/pig – sun tanned under the sun – pig chorus in religious towns – Freud wrote confused letters to himself revealing his fear of his attraction to meat
LikeLike
NUDE PIG SENSATIONS IN THE SEX CENTER
CALLING FOX NEWS MAN SNEEZES THROUGH ORGAN
CHILDREN COME FROM WEEPING
FLOWERS IN YOUTH THORNS IN THE GRANNY FLAP
SYLVIA PLATH GETS OFF THE ELEVATOR
AND WRITES POEM AFTER POEM
SAILOR MAN IN WHITE UNION
ATTENTIVE TO CURVED LIP AND EMBERS
A BROWN TREE IN FALL WITH GRAVITY
ENTER SHAKING AND SKIN FALLING
BIG FAT HEAD IN BONDAGE
TWO OR THREE PROMISES
SYLVIA ALL FRAGMENTARY
WHAT A FINISH
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PERSONS OF A SERIOUS TURN OF MIND
PEOPLE WHO UNDERESTIMATE
THEIR MENTAL POVERTY
ARE THOSE COBWEBS ?
LAUGH AT ME BUT BEWARE
THE CYCLONE IS CRUEL
FAINT LOVE FROM FAT HEART
BEYOND BOREDOM
INABILITY TO SLEEP
CONSTANT STRUGGLE
EVERY SHADOW MAY BE JACK RUBY
YOU NOTORIOUS LEE HARVEY OSWALD
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there is always a Jack Ruby hiding in the shadows – he is a boogie man in a trilby hat – parents would warn their kids..
…if you don’t clean your teeth Jack Ruby will get you…
children grew up with a fear of red gemstones and people called Jack –
stories of beanstalks were banned
———-
———-
I bought JFKs cadillac in an auction and found part of his skull under the back seat – I have it stored in a vacuum…
Do
you
want
To
See
It?
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ESCAPISM BRINGS NO NEUTRALITY OR SAFE HARBOR
GOD ALMIGHTY PLANTED JACK RUBY
THERE WAS ONE THING HE HAD TO DO:
AGAINST FATE SHOOT A MONSTER
THE SKIN OF ONE APPLE TASTED IN THE GARDEN OF OUR NATION
OUR BELOVED JOHN F. TORN THROUGH THE CHICKENWIRE OF LIFE
I SING PRAISE BUT CANNOT SET THE CLOCK STRAIGHT
LikeLike
my splendid derelict with bear scratches
growing weaker each day
self-contained love
goats never walk on goat paths
hooves on walking sticks
utensils from the CUTLERY
poise of the body to accommodate
poetic words with arms
conductors of delirious particles
the murk of future times my splendid derelict
dead weight bears skinny on the prowl
messianic marsupials penetrate rhetoric
little pink pointers rapid motion visible chalk
motifs of renewal in the creative process
LikeLike
A POET WITH PROFOUND AMBIVALENCES AND OBSCURITIES
MEAT BECOMES PORNOGRAPHIC
SELF-PLEASURING WARM MEAT
LITTLE PINK POINTERS
EMOTIONALLY STARTLING PINK POINTERS
GLIMPSED MEAT THROUGH PALE CURTAINS
MEAT THAT DAYDREAMED ABOUT SUICIDE
MEAT WITH MOOD-STATES
WHAT GOOD IS A KEYHOLE IF THE DOOR IS OPEN ?
LikeLike
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SOMEONE ERASED ALL REFERENCES TO PIGS AND/OR PORK………..HEATED NEEDLES WITH THE GOOD STUFF……….THE STUFF THAT MADE LEWIS CARROLL GO HAYWIRE………..FREUD ALWAYS TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS BEFORE HE JOINED THE DESPERADOS. HE WAS MEAT SHY.
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people only decide on children’s names based on how well they will look tattooed on their skin –
everyday I am nearer death –
everyday Emily is further away –
a meat renegade
renegade meat
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THE OPEN door IS THE BIRTH CANAL
IT MUST BE KEPT CLEAN
IT SEEMS THAT DEMONS
LIKE TO LEAVE BEHIND
DIRT AND FILTH
I DON’T KNOW MUCH
ABOUT ALL THAT
SPONGY MATERIAL
IF I WERE A KODIAK
IT WOULD JUST BE MEAT
SWIMMING IN MEAT
TOSSED MUSCULAR
PERVERSE MEAT
AS A CHILD YOU
RODE A STICK-HORSE
LikeLike
POETS OFTEN RAISE MEAT TO ITS TENTH POWER
MEAT THAT IS MONSTROUSLY CONDENSED
POETRY IS IMAGES CAST INTO LANGUAGE
this is a secret….careful who you tell
CAN MEAT BE LINGUISTIC OR PHONETIC ?
I KNOW IT CAN BE VISUAL
YOUNG PEOPLE OFTEN HAVE MAGAZINES ON THIS SUBJECT
DVDs HAVE BOTH IMAGES AND SOUNDS
DRAINING EVERY SINGLE DROP OF JUICE
IN KOREA THEY HANG LITTLE PUPPIES ON HOOKS
BEAUTIFUL CRIMSONS IN THE BLEAKNESS
LikeLike
she had 16 pressure points which we spend hours exploring – skinned knee –
sandpapered thigh –
16 pressure spots I caress – exits can be entrances
and
vice
versa
the one word postcards can be standalone but they lack context –
we need to contextualise things
lets put meat in context –
frozen meat does not readily conduct electricity
dormant meat for the fondling
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THERE WAS LOTS OF LAUGHTER
RECOGNIZABLY HUMAN
THE FASTER YOU COULD RUN
THE MORE VALUABLE YOU WERE
NOT ONLY TO YOURSELF BUT TO OTHERS
MEAT WAS ABUNDANT IF YOU COULD CATCH IT
LikeLike
SYLVIA PLATH DISEMBODIED AND ROOTLESS
WILL SHE SPROUT NEW POEMS ?
THE LADY OF FAILED COMMUNICATION
EROTIC BLACK CHEESE ON BONES
THE SMELL OF FATIGUE
SYLVIA
MEMORY EVOKES LOVE-SCARS
HYSTERICAL CIGARETTES
CURLED UP IN A SMOKE
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN EMOTIONS
EARLY MORNING STARVATION
THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE STILL WET
YOUNGER SELF IN OLDER TIMES
PASSIONATE AND INTENSE
AT RISK
HARBORED IN A DARK SKIN
A 700 YEAR OLD MATTRESS
WITH ARMS AND LEGS
FAMILY AND FRIENDS
HAVE LEFT THEIR MARK
STAINS AND LESSONS
TECHNIQUE, MANIPULATION
ALMOST NO CONTROL
ACTIVE PASSIVE
JUNG’S NOODLE
IN AN INSTANCE
LikeLike
there is no need to run across the plateau to catch the meat – from my window I saw a sweaty horde of obese humans attacking my meat tree with axes – saliva dripping from drooling holes – I chased them away violently – it wasn’t hard to do – they moved slow with their fat thighs friction burning –
rumours must have spread about the tree –
I must be on guard
I won’t sleep tonight
I am a sentinel
meat overseer
meat guardian
I wait
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Is the future just rooms filled with excrement and meat?
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the mattress buttresses the exit – no ones leaving and after 700 years they have given up – they know they will never the smell the sun again – feel the cold flowers on their skin again – never to suck the dew on morning grass –
a diet of nicotine noodle and weak words have left their mark –
friends begat family begat friends
Emily and Sylvia mud wrestling – Yoko takes notes – multiple limbs tangle in seductive knots – a case study in manipulation, technique –
Jung and Freud are arm wrestling for money
700 years is a Kentucky mile
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