scurrying beatles ignite the tinderbox
Her tinderbox was ignited by scurrying beatles – your fascination with her skin and bone is touching – there is a connection there –
she stood on the top of mountains and told the sky her secrets
she invited me back to her place to listen to black metal, to work on equations, to mesh into positions
we entered the cave at 3:32am
inside we watched reruns of yesterday’s news and we agreed to create history – she opened the fridge bathing the cave in electric light – milk stood next to meat next to meat
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APOCALYPTIC EVIL: HER TINDERBOX HOLDS PRISONERS
LANCING THE BLACK BOILS OF HER BUTTOCKS
BROWN TOBACCO JUICE (FLORIDA DICTION OR FLUID DICTION ?)
I CAN SEE GREEN TENS AND TWENTIES IN THE VALLEY
YOU MUST PUSH YOUR WAY INSIDE THE DOORWAY
NO KNOBS OR HEADLIGHT REFLECTORS
EVERY VISIT IS DEFINING AND AFFIRMING
MANY A SOFT PUD HAS CRIED OUTSIDE
LIFE IS MOVING MEAT
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I COULDN’T AFFORD A MIRROR
SO I HAD TO MAKE ONE
IT WASN’T VERY GOOD
IT MADE EVERYONE LOOK FAT AND OLD
EVERYONE EXCEPT YOKO ONO
SHE LOOKED LIKE AN ODD POPSICKLE
ATLEAST HER GREEN TINT
MADE HER LOOK LAWNISH
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I made a mirror from ice
blistered my fingers
blurry reflection with cracks across my face – cracks like knife scars –
ugly duckling
feathers matted together Yokos bubble gum spit
she is as flat as Holland
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poor little YOKO, the power plant refuses to give her enough electricity to power more than her
bathroom light……….she eats 3 beans out of a can daily…………trying to store meat is beyond
impossible………..Sean brings her bread crumbs and parsley flakes but the flakes are
usually too much…….she won’t store them in fear they will attract bugs………several
years ago she had a roach…….it left after repeated vampiristic attempts……if only YOKO
could have gotten her mouth around its neck……….castrated Christian men at the
power plant dislike her because they think she is ambiguously gendered…she is
a flagrant representation of what is wrong with the modern world
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IN FLORIDA, CHRISTIAN MEN LINE UP OUTSIDE PAIN MANAGEMENT CLINICS
TO BE CASTRATED………BLACK-HAIRED MEN HAVE TO REMAIN IN THE BACK
OF THE LINE !!! THANK GOD, THEIR TECHNIQUE HAS IMPROVED OVER TIME !!!
IN THE BACKWOODS, THEY RUN OVER PATIENT’S SACS WITH MID-SIZE SUVs.
BEING OVERWEIGHT MAKES IT MORE DIFFICULT. SOMETIMES WHEN THE
BALLS EXPLODE THEY SOUND LIKE FIRECRACKER DUDS.
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Three bean Yoko keeps Julian at bay – three bean Yoko in the bathroom under the only light – today Sean is on the phone to a man in Rotterdam discussing secret agenda of pop culture conspiracies – youth culture killed by dog –
– don’t write anything down, it will only be used against you –
– frantic Yoko writes furious missives to local government about the power people – she’s needs the electricity for the experiments – but they won’t give it to her…
she is the only person that can be seen from space
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YOKO WAS INVOLVED WITH GASEOUS SUBSTANCES BESIDES AIR
SHE LIKED TO STARE AT THE BLACK AND WHITE SQUARES
ON A CHESS BOARD SHE FOUND IN THE PARK
SHE HAD TO PAY THE DOORMAN $30 TO CARRY IT UPSTAIRS
SOMETIMES SEAN WOULD TAKE IT IN THE BATHROOM
FOR SOME PRIVATE TIME
SEAN WAS FAMOUS FOR SAYING THAT THE HUMAN MIND
IS LIKE A WOVEN FABRIC OF WHICH THE WARP AND WOOF
ARE ALTERNATELY APPARENT
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the doorman was literally that, a door, man
a portal to another dimension, well, a portal
to a hotel where celebrities demanded walls be painted a certain shade – fresh flowers be delivered on the hour every hour – where 90% of the rooms lay empty –
Julian stood outside but his entrance was denied – he fiddled with thread and looked up to the 346th floor –
Flash bulb photography scared him – he refused to listen to music nowadays – he played chess against himself and lost most times
The doorman wore uniforms that resembled those of South American dictator – all wide shoulders and golden buttons –
Tourists took photos to impress to remind themselves they had been here
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sacs as big as SUV airbags make for pretty explosions – in Florida due to black-haired rule (get to the back of the line dude) wigs sales have spiralled out of control –
blonde haired humans are selling their own hair – a cottage industry of industrious wig weavers in condos under the sun –
– poor black hairs are stalking blondes with clippers and scissors – hair apartheid is rampant –
castration as meat harvest –
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before the CUTLERY I worked in the Pebble industry
we spent the day putting cutting edges on rocks
I was there the day Henry came up with the transverse blade
who knew humans were going to evolve into demons ?
embodiment of spirits from an otherworldly hellhole
I often ask tourists to take my photo
hoping I will forget who I was
who I am
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YOKO SAID THAT I COULD LOOK DEEPLY INTO HER EYES
I COULD PENETRATE TO ANY DEPTH I SO DESIRED
ALTHOUGH SHE WAS NAKED THERE WAS NO SEQUIM
I GUESS IT HAD GROWN SHUT OR FELL OFF
IN THE BEGINNING IT IS NEVER EASY
A SUDDEN JUMP
SUFFERING ANGUISH THEN BLISS
PRAY THAT THE SMELL DOESN’T CLOUD THE MOMENT
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REPUBLICANS WERE WEARING BLOND WIGS THE DAY HE WAS CRUCIFIED
EXPLOSION BY SUV LIKE AN ALARM CLOCK ON YOUR BIRTHDAY MORNING
A DREAM CANNOT BE DISTURBED BY ANOTHER DREAM
HOWEVER, YOU CAN STEP IN NATURE ONE FOOT AT A TIME
EACH DAY YOU ARE A WITNESS TO YOUR DEFLOWERING
DROPS OF YOUR BLOOD TOUCH THE HIMALAYAS
TINY BROWN MEN CONCENTRATED TO THE SECOND POWER
THEY VOICE AN AGELESS SECRET:
an orgasm is just sneezing through the sex organ
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AS A WITCH AND HER MAN, YOKO AND I VISITED
THE TRUCHAS AND THE PUEBLO VILLAGE OF TAOS, NEW MEXICO
YOKO HAD A KNIFE AND WAS FOREVER DOING BIZARRE THINGS
I WANTED TO WRITE POEMS ABOUT THE RITES OF INNOCENCE
SHE WANTED TO CUT THE BACKS OF KNEES
I TREASURED MY CENTER OF GRAVITY
YOKO WAS LIKE A FISH IN A BLENDER ON HIGH
SHE WAS STRESSED ABOUT FAMILY, RACE, SEX
1/2 OF HER EMBODIMENT WAS SHOT TO HELL
YOKO WAS YOKO NO MATTER THE LOCATION
SHE WAS A PIECE OF COAL THAT I CONSTANTLY WASHED
YOKO, I LOVE YOU BUT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE LESS TAUT ?
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…i have seen postcards from the Pueblo – you and Yoko
demanding
please give me the American money come and look at what I’ve created
she was soooooo needy…
will make art for money her T-shirt said
the knife she used was fashioned from the jawbone of a whale – Ahab Ono cutting knees – swashbuckling – scaring the natives
the sun shone straight through her tautness – her ribs cast shadows of prison bar
how on earth did two humans live inside this host?
anyway, I know Yoko isn’t in a Pueblo she’s in a northern town with me looking at jet streams
we have been here for days
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I HAVE TO BE HONEST…………..I AM SLIGHTLY HURT THAT YOU ARE WITH YOKO
I ALSO KNOW THAT THE FORCES THAT SHAPE OUR LIVES
CAN NEITHER BE CONTROLLED NOR EVADED
WE ALL HAVE A NEED FOR EQUALIZING DESIRE AND OPPORTUNITY
IN A WAY I AM HAPPY YOU ARE BABYSITTING YOKO
SHE IS A TAD BIT ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE
ALL THAT KNIFE BUSINESS
SHARP BLADES MISS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF ADJECTIVES
WITH ONLY THREE POUNDS OF FLESH AND HAIR
YOU MUST SEEK AN INTENSER SATISFACTION
THAN THE PHYSICAL PLEASURES
YOKO IS AN UNHAPPY BIRD IN BED
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Sean paid me to baby sit mummy Ono – he left me with instructions –
she will only drink cold milk – her stomach is the size of a walnut –
she will nibble on small pulses –
these were the instructions pinned to the empty fridge – scrawled in Indian ink
right now she’s curled up – foetal – like a an ammonite fossil – I must tip toe through the house – I don’t want to wake her –
she twitches while she dreams – like a dog who doesn’t know it’s owners name –
we only recognise the voices and the scribbles
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it is difficult to speak of the waters of life when in the restroom
spooks and bogeys and Halloween apes are children of chaos
by the way, Maxwell Smart is not related to Joan Rivers
a strange unknown world ruled by forces unconcerned with men
nonchalant delight in consonants and vowels
midnight girls who whizz in the street
behind parked cars….sportive open legs
ethereal angelic thick beaver fur
Swedenborgian pubic fleece
within the canal subjectivity mingles with actuality
I’ve said every word in the dictionary
does that make me a futurist ?
BRAVE ENOUGH TO TAKE OFF THE RUBBER
AND STAND WITH HEAD BARED
THE SENSUAL WARMTH
THE DELIGHTS OF BESEECHING
REAL FRICTION
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a moist friction
seems contradictory –
a bald head –
engorged with tributaries of blood –
open the opening
–
pounding the meat with the ferocity of a serial killer with a hammer-
flesh at the end
–
if only to tenderise
to work on it to
soften it up
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MEANWHILE START BLEEDING
KNIFE CUT….KNIFE GO DEEP
OPEN THE OPENING AGAIN
OBSESSIVELY REPEATING
MASOCHISTIC THRILLS
UNTIL SOMEONE GETS HURT
A SLASH DOWN THE FACE
A BIG OL’ RAGGED STREAK
NO ONE WILL EVER QUESTION
YOUR POETIC SKILLS
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…………..NO ONE WILL EVER QUESTION YOUR POETIC SKILLS………….
THE VOICE IN YOUR SLEEP, “YOUR WIFE HAS BECOME THE WICKED
STEPMOTHER OF FAIRY TALES”
QUESTION IN YOUR SLEEP, WHY DO YOU TORTURE WORDS ?
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YOUR PILLOW SMELLS LIKE A PAGAN POODLE
YOU ARE ONE STROKE AWAY FROM INCEST
LOVING YOURSELF IS NOT ONLY GAY BUT ALSO INCESTUOUS
NO HUMILIATION IN PRIVATE EXCRETORY VOIDING
YOU KISSED IT BEFORE IT WENT DOWN
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WANNA BUY A PHOTO OF SEAN IN A BRASSIERE ?
whispers of the castrati in the house of YOKO
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ANTHONY PERKINS PLAYED NORMAN BATES
WHO PLAYS THE ROLE OF JOAN RIVERS ?
WILL THERE BE A LUBRICATED HERMAPHRODITIC HAND ?
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no one will ever play Joan
she is and always will be
there is no substitution
there is no alternative
nothing but Joan
always
the beginning the middle the end
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there is no need to buy the photo – it is online – it is trending – hash tag popularity – entrepreneurial youth have already turned it into tshirts
a
mouse mat
someone somewhere is making millions from the copyright…maybe it’s Julian?
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ON THE SCREEN A PARROT WAS SITTING ON MY SHOULDER
IN REALITY THERE WAS NO PARROT
IF YOU WERE TO RING THE GOLD BELL
THE ROOM WOULD FILL WITH MONKEY-MAIDS
SPANISH SPEAKING MONKEYS FROM BUENOS AIRES
IN KENTUCKY ONE WOULD QUESTION THE AMOROUS NATURE OF THESE MONKEYS
THE IMPLICATIONS ARE INESCAPABLE…COMPLETE ECSTASY…. ADULT FULFILLMENT
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POETRY BY QUESTION AND ANSWER
BARKING UP THE SECRET PATH
PLOT-PUSHERS IN A HURRY
NO TIME FOR TAKE OFF
SAY HELLO TO PLEASURE
PERSONAL AND REVELATORY
DON’T HIDE OR DISGUISE
GIVE THE GIFT STRONG
YOUR DIFFERENT VOICE
TOUCHINGLY EXTENDED
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SOMETIMES EVERYTHING BECOMES RUSSIAN
other times there seems to be bits of food for thought
A TINY ISLAND AWAY FROM THE CORPSE WIFE
eye darts at women with bigger rpms or reduced narratives
POSSIBLY ONE WITH A RHYMING CUP
for early morning enjoyable eccentricities
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Lee Harvey wrote secrets in a Cyrillic hybrid – Jack R couldn’t find the cipher – he unpacked the Matryoshka dolls – one after the other after the other – hollow and empty he changed his shape – there was a formula – he slowed the rpm’s –
listened for things not heard before
both were islands waiting
for the geography of time to join their trajectories
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I find myself waiting for geography
pink and pulpy geography
amusement in old-fashioned ways
like animals through seasons
making that big nut
a crazy Japanese tickler
bless the revolving shaft
vibrating assault on high
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TO SOON FOR LANGUAGE I WAIT FOR GEOGRAPHY
PINK AND PULPY IS FEELING GRATITUDE FOR BIRTHDAY CAKE
PUSHING ON BEYOND POSSIBILITY PAST THE PRISON OF A BRA
WHITE PARADISE OVERWHELMING COMMUNICATION
YES, USE MY FACE BOLD STROKES A LOT OF TONGUE
I AM YOUR SPECIAL BABY YOUR LITTLE BOY
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they hide in the shadows
– behind rumours & densely worded contracts signed with forged paw prints
– the superfuzz static hum makes her feel claustrophobic
– like when she travels on a bus dressed lightly for the season and the eyes are on her
following
prying on her –
following –
IF YOU WANT MY LIFE STORY WAIT TILL I DIE A FAMOUS DEATH –
Yoko was a point in geography – magnetic Yoko
could set you compass by her
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the chain will not be broken
the mind throws up endless contortions of ideas – there is enough inside to fill a million pages –
nothing is stale here –
everything is in flux –
(…occasional shocks will restart the heart…)
each day she’d send me a postcard with one word it – my wall is paragraph, a sentence
meandering stern to bow
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at the bingo hall after party the stripper suffocated inside the birthday cake
– she never emerged like the beautiful swan –
her face as blue as bruised –
her legs pink and pulpy
men pulling oxygen canisters shuffled unsteady in comfortable shoes – her death the highlight of the slow century – new teeth to chew tough meat –
the building was on a road named after a king – on days like this his European mind questioned the nature of things
the dead stripper has a tag on her toe – it reads DEAD STRIPPER
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AFTER HIGH SCHOOL I HAD A SHORT FLING WITH THE GIRL WHO SENT
POSTCARDS EACH DAY………RATHER STRANGE THAT SHE WOULD
ONLY WRITE ONE WORD………..THE POSTMAN WOULD TELL ME
THE WORD FOR THE DAY AS HE HANDED ME THE MAIL…SOMETIMES
SHE WOULD WRITE ABOUT DIRTY THINGS THAT WE HAD DONE……….
HE DIDN’T SEEM TO MIND RATHER SEEMED TO ENJOY THE WHOLE
EXPERIENCE…….I REMEMBER SHE CALLED HER THING A “PEEPEE-TROPOLIS”
…………NOTHING SPECIAL ABOUT IT…..COULDN’T CRACK WALNUTS
OR PICK UP QUARTERS……….CLEAN AND COZY
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THERE SHOULD BE AN UNPUBLISHABLE WORD FOLLOWING GEOGRAPHY
WOOD-LOADER, WOOD-CUTTER, WOOD-___________
AS MALES ONLY A LOYAL FRIEND COULD SAY THAT WORD TO ANOTHER MALE
HISTORICAL SPACE HISTORICAL EXPERIENCE HISTORICAL PEEPEE-TROPOLIS
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WAS THE DEAD STRIPPER JUDEO-CHRISTIAN ?
THIS KIND OF QUESTION WILL HAUNT ME ALL DAY
SHE MAY HAVE BEEN A HUMANISTIC ACHIEVEMENT
I LIKE STRIPPERS WITH EXTERNAL TUMORS
FOR $50 THEY WILL SHOW YOU UNDER A NAKED LIGHT BULB THEIR TUMOR
I LIKE MOIST TUMORS
GOTTA BE MOIST…….IF DRY OR HAIRY I WANT MY $50 BACK
STRIPPERS LIKE POETS COME FROM AN UNKNOWN WOMB WORLD
STRIPPERS WHO HAVE ENTHUSIASM FOR METH ARE THE BEST
PARTICULARLY REVEALING IN THIS RESPECT ARE BATH SALT STRIPPERS
IN THE OLD DAYS THEY WOULD CURSE IN YIDDISH
GET THAT MUSK GLAND PUMPING !!!
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THE DEAD STRIPPER HAD EXACT APPROPRIATENESS
TO EACH AND EVERY MOMENTARY NEED
SURFACE READINGS SUGGESTED SHE WAS SHY
BUT WILLING
EYE DARTS OF APPRECIATION
SHE SEEMED TO ENJOY DEVIATIONS
AT TIMES 5 OR 6 MEN WERE AROUND HER
DESPITE THE BLATANT SIGNALS
NO ONE KNEW SHE WAS DECEASED
SHE MADE $750 AND DIDN’T SWALLOW
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the dead stripper will resurface in confused dreams – rigid and blue – breast solid
vultures one and all
ghouls amongst the living
thoughts disappear down drain holes – the vibrations are kicking in – the Beatle king arrived with three knaves in tow – mangled message – avant garde car crash – get out while you can – western drums low fat acne –
her touch melts electricity
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THE TIME OF PASSION IS RECKONED FOR US
OUR CROTCHES WATCH THE CLOCK
“MATHEMATICAL CONSISTENCY IN A CIRCLE OF NUMBERS”
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ATOMIC INSEMINATION BORE MONSTROUS CHILDREN
IN THE CURIE COMPOUND THEY DRINK THE ENERGY THEY AROUSE
MARIE LOVED TO BE THEATRICALLY PROJECTED
SHE WOULD PRAY DURING INTERCOURSE
in her private diary she states that she was being watched by a ring of eyes
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sexual exhibitionism and public intercourse are the heart of the CURIE VORTEX
Marie showed extraordinary passivity…..motionless…..paralysis royal
a hundred sailor dongs and she didn’t blink a eye
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The Curie paradox
Jack the Ripper was a transformer
in laboratories they fiddle with DNA and splice it with meat –
a tree that bears meat – the foreskin of a 1000 castration – throbbing gristle – two lips look like pillow, Jagger isn’t real and Yoko was put here for nefarious means – dark and growing sinister –
she falls through cracks
people forget her existence sometimes
I’ve killed her in my mind many times before
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chemically charged but wearing a mask things slip – this record skips –
the questionnaire had ticks and crosses – they would filter out the weak –
insemination hierarchy –
she wanted to blur the lines of protocol – no need for the intercourse –
around them she saw rings
purple auras –
invisible energy she tapped into with her inventions
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Marie was unrivalled by the studies of any other physicist in Paris
her privates were the barometer of her soul
in the middle years she was both passionate and visionary
when she broke wind there was pyrotechnic sparks
Hustler Magazine listed her as MISS HALF-LIFE OF THE CENTURY
“DOWN THERE, MAN BECOMES WHOLLY WITH GOD”
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THEMES OF SHARP SCISSORS IN THE CROTCH AREA
TUMORS AND OTHER GROWTHS THAT NEED CLIPPED
POSSIBLY A RAZORBLADE
SAILBOAT TAGS ON THE OCEAN OF FLESH
GIFTS FROM GOD THOSE GOAT TEAT TAGS
IN A BLOODY MESS, OFTEN HIT-OR-MISS
WHY DO YOU TORTURE YOURSELF ?
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……………………………………10,000 HOURS OF STUDYING THE OCCULT…………………………………
you will know God is near when “silence is on fire”
the flames of all things burning
your belongings, your little world………all a sacrifice
silently alive but on fire
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the occult studied her – every inch – put her on a plinth and demanded acolytes now down – iconography bearing her image were auctioned – a picture of her was vacuumed packed and flown to the moon – a monolith pierced the sky – she travelled faster then time and met herself twice
her husband removed his mask the day she died
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another post card arrived today
one word
COCK
the postman laughed, he liked that one.
I added it to the others
sat down and waited for tomorrows postcard
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poor MARIE, the constant fear of fire
their fingers were cooked from the R.
the sense of loss, Mister P. and his pee-pee pains
sometimes he urinated coal tar
his submission to God
like hers, somewhat forced
an arrangement not really satisfactory
elements and not jewels
the word of life was his meat
his meat was ecclesiastes
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no one thinks of Nebuchadnezzar
( seriously )
living so little while we are alive
Satan has bred us down to mutts
we can not ignore who we are
all men have their assigned roles
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SIMULACRUM OF DEATH:
the doctors in the institution
speak of past repressions and denials
why are they in the past ?
why are they not just sitting on the bench
waiting for their chance to bat ?
how deep does the water get ?
a world of constant fears
and that god awful wail
of Satan after they chop off his tail
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A TREE THAT BEARS MEAT
WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU CLIMB THAT TREE NAKED ?
IF YOU PLUMMET FROM THE HIGHEST BRANCH
SLIDING AGAINST THE MOIST BARK
HELPLESS BUT HOPEFUL FOR A QUICK RELEASE
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A HUNDRED SAILOR DONGS AND SHE DIDN’T BLINK AN EYE
her need to find external release in the panic of size
deceptively labeled friends and lovers
male worms the whole lot
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sailors swept shoreward
safe-harbour seeked
soft skin sanctuary
phallic lighthouse pierced the dark
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THE SAILORS CAN ONLY OBEY THE ALIEN IMPULSES WITHIN THEMSELVES
FOLLOW WHERE FOLLOW MUST…..THE SLICK DARKNESS
WERE THEY CRAZY TO JUMP OFF SHIP AND SWIM TO YOKO ?
THEIR DONGS POINTED NORTH AND NORTH THEY SWAM
RELIGIOUS PEOPLE CLAIM THAT THEY WERE NOT SWIMMING
BUT RATHER THEY WERE BEING CARRIED IN THE SATANIC CURRENT
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SOMETHING SUPRAPERSONAL……SOMETHING THAT TRANSCENDS:
an orgasm is just sneezing through the sex organ
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A LINE THAT FULFILS ITS PURPOSE:
pray that the smell doesn’t cloud the moment
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I’VE SAID EVERY WORD IN THE DICTIONARY
DOES THAT MAKE ME A FUTURIST ?
REAL POETRY IS OUTSIDE THE RANGE OF CONSCIOUSNESS
THE READER CAN SEE THE LIGHT FROM THE LIGHTHOUSE
BUT MAY FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO PHYSICALLY TOUCH THE LIGHTHOUSE
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THE FAINT FLAP OF WINGS
INTELLIGIBLE ONLY FOR A FEW SECONDS
INSTANT DEATH FLIES BY
A GESTURE OF LOVE
WE MAKE MORE WORDS
WHAT MEANING IN ANNIHILATION ?
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VENTRILOQUISM IS SUCH A NAUGHTY WORD
A PLAYFUL TERM OF ABUSE
SOCIAL UTILITY……?
PEOPLE WITH GUNS TO THEIR HEADS
TOLD TO WRITE A SINGLE SENTENCE
HEAVY CURTAINS OF DREAD
THE WALLS WASHED WITH DITCHWATER
THE BABY STILLBORN WITHOUT A SINGLE PEEP
MOTHER TRYING TO DISSOCIATE
HER STOMACH NO LONGER A SUITCASE
COULD SHE REFORM HER LEGS ?
SO AWKWARD WITH THE CHILD DEAD
TO SEE OTHER PEOPLE COMFORTABLE
BLUE EYES AND HOLLYWOOD NOSES
ADDING FRESH EXTENSION OF SENSE
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BEING USED FOR PURPOSES THAT YOU RECOGNIZE AS BASE
WHAT IS A SUITABLE RESPONSE TO THE ACTUALITIES OF 2013 ?
WHATEVER CAN BE USED TO CLEAR BREATHING SPACE
KNOW HOW TO SAY NO
MODERN MALADIES ARE A MILLION YEARS OLD
PULL OUT YOUR HISTORY BOOK
EVOLUTIONARY APPETITES ARE TOO SLOW
SPIT OUT THE RIDICULE……….CURTAIN SOUP BONES
BRING A BLUSH TO THE YOUR WIFE’S CHEEKS
SHE IS YOUR PALACE OF SENSUAL PLEASURE
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YOU MUST TORTURE WORDS
BECAUSE DON JUAN IS OUTSIDE
HIS FINGER HAS GREAT CAPACITY
DON’T PERMIT HIM TO USE IT
YOUR WIFE MAY BE A PSYCHO-SPIDER
TREACHEROUSLY LYING IN WAIT
FOR A MALE QUARRY
TORTURE WORDS
AND KEEP THE LIBERTINE SEDUCER AT BAY
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VENTRILOQUISM is a theatrical name for schizophrenia the voices – projecting from the mouths of wooden quasi men (and worst, furry beasts…hand deep inside )…it’s not playful
it’s just odd
It’s not right
you can’t write poetry under threat of death so please remove that gun from my temple – don’t attempt a Beefheart move – locking me in a house – making everyone feel the vibrations – curtains swinging dead frayed curtains swinging amongst capital letters –
Her extension of self would develop inside
one day
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Say, does your purpose hold no modern value? are 2013 maladies reoccurring?
is she you?……whatever…a million curtains can not hold back the soup – your sensual bones make it clear
crystal
that breathing her air is a must – you came to that conclusion when you open her carved box – when you witnessed the words – the curled edges of paper – sepia toned yesterday’s – her past is your present – cant let go like Velcro
know history and blush pilgrim
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EVERYTHING LEFT UNFULFILLED IN MOMMY AND DADDY
CAN BE MIXED WITH COUGH SYRUP AND VENTRILOQUISM
A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT WILL NOT DISTURB THE PRETENCE OF HAPPINESS
PLEASE WALK UNDER THE RAINBOW NOT OVER IT
STICK TO THE EARTH…..YODEL HEY TO HELLO KITTY PUSH PINS
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THE MASK HAD TRACES OF CONTAMINATION
DUST FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE UNCONSCIOUS
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE THROTTLING HOODED CLOAKED
UNSCRUPULOUS GIRLS BEGGING QUARTERS
THE MACHINES ARE HUNGRY MACHINES TAINTED WITH SIN
DO MACHINES WEAR SOCKS ?
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A DEAD STRIPPER CAN BE A PAINFUL APPENDAGE TO LIFE’S MORNING
OLD AGE ENTRENCHMENT LIKE CONCRETE JELLO
VITAL FUNCTIONS IMPAIRED WILL ROBINSON
TURN UP THE NITROUS OXIDE
SEQUENCING
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JOHNNY BOY IS BEWILDERED…….AS IF PLUCKED FROM A BACKSIDE BUSH
PLUCKED AND DEPOSITED IN A SMALL TOWN IN KENTUCKY
WHERE PEOPLE RIDE GOATS POWERED BY A LIFE-CHAIN
ROBOTIC GOATS STOLEN FROM THE FACTORY
FRESH COLORS AND NEW AGE MUSIC
AND LOTS OF PERFUME
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TOTAL COMPREHENSION OF VENTRILOQUISM ?
the harmony and order of the cosmos are disrupted by ventriloquism
OPEN THE TORAH IN KENTUCKY AND ROBOTIC GOATS FALL OUT
THE FACTORY IS A GIANT ALIEN SPACESHIP: THE TORAH
the Japanese were going to drop bombs on it but they ran out of fuel
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SAILBOAT TAGS ON THE OCEAN OF FLESH
GIFTS FROM GOD THOSE GOAT TEAT TAGS
thoughts like that make me ponder if Mary ever had dental problems
if you are the mother of Christ………..do you have dental problems ?
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Johnny Boy jack knifed his goat on the highway – blood and fur the time of the month – she embroiders pictures of saints and burns them on the last Sunday of the month – she is unintelligible before noon – she has an Instagram account and posts pictures of her masked husbands / their left shoes / pins / meaningful things that have no meanings
she once told me a stories of invasions
I’ve never been to Kentucky, is it like the moon?
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OVERSHADOW THE WORLD WITH YOUR BUTTOCKS
DROPPING EXCRETORY GIFTS TO THE HUNGRY PLANTS
I SAW YOU BY SATELLITE……….A CURIOUS BUT FAMILIAR SIGHT
CAUSE-AND-EFFECT
SELF-WINDING
CHINESE FINGER TRAP
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KENTUCKY IS BEAUTIFUL AS LONG AS YOU DON’T ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW
OR OPEN THE DOOR
ROAD SIGNS WARN OF ANXIETY AND SCHIZOPHRENIA
POSSIBLE PSYCHOSIS………..FOAMING MOUTHS ARE A DANGER SIGN
POVERTY IS EVERYWHERE
INCEST IS THE NORM
RELIGION IS OUTLAWED BUT DOES EXIST IN DRINK BLEACH MODES
KENTUCKY IS A “PART-WHOLE STATE”
LOTS OF PARTS THAT NEVER MAKE A WHOLE
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I’ve seen Kentucky on a satellite picture
it’s the shape of a tumour
a bloated liver
I hear rumours of chemical imbalance, poetic genocide – they say the goats there are the size of houses and the priests walk on stilts through the streets
is it true that everyone there has the same name of pictures if her are hung in every dental surgery?
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KENTUCKY IS A COMPLEX ENTITY
CRAZY METAL BUGS FLYING IN SPACE CANNOT TAKE PHOTOS OF IT
KENTUCKY IS A GROUP OF UNITS THAT DO NOT MAKE A COHERENT WHOLE
LIKE THE QUESTION:
you shave your face each morning…why not your butt ?
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I will visit Kentucky and take measurements – i will arrive and triangulate (three line apex and base) – simple things
the power of three
butt beards makes Emily smile
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AS UNSATISFYING AS KENTUCKY IS………..I LOVE IT
THEY HAVE THIS LARGE CAVE SYSTEM, I FORGET THE NAME
ANYWAY, WE TOOK FLASHLIGHTS AND ESCAPED OUR TOUR GROUP
IT TOOK THEM OVER A HOUR TO FIND US
WERE THEY MAD !!!!!!
WOW, I MEAN REALLY MAD !!!!!!
I TOLD THEM IT WAS JUST A LITTLE MISUNDERSTANDING
PEOPLE WITHOUT TEETH ARE KIND OF SPOOKY IN THE DARK
I TOLD THEM THAT EARTH WAS JUST A MINIATURE HEAVEN
THAT THEY LOOKED LIKE THE PEOPLE IN THAT FAMOUS JESUS PAINTING
ANYWAY, OUR TOUR GROUP WAS LONG GONE
WE GOT TO JOIN ANOTHER GROUP
LOTS OF PHILOSOPHICAL PRAYERS
I HAD MY OWN PERSONAL PARK RANGER
HE WAS WEARING A NECKLACE OF BRIC-A-BRAC
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ARTISTIC VALUE………MANIFESTATIONS………..FLASHLIGHTS IN THE DARK
DEEP IN A CAVE IN KENTUCKY SMOKING ITALIAN CIGARETTES
NEW HORIZONS UNTIL YOU GET CAUGHT
FRACTURED…..BRUISED……..VALENTINO PARK RANGERS
IN A FRIENDLY WAY, THAT’S NOT MY POCKET
MODERN INTELLECTUALS
CHEWING PUCCINI BUBBLE GUM
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BECAUSE I WAS NERVOUS I WAS SMOKING THESE ITALIAN CIGARETTES
LIKE A MADMAN
MY PARK RANGER KEPT TELLING ME I COULDN’T SMOKE
I AM DEEP UNDERGROUND AND IT IS PITCH BLACK DARK
WHY CAN’T I SMOKE ?
OTHER PEOPLE IN THE TOUR GROUP WERE WHIZZING
WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING
YOU COULD SMELL THE FAKE ORANGE JUICE
THEY DRANK AT BREAKFAST
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DANG THAT EMILY…………….BUTT BEARDS ???
twists and turns: humility and grace
the SERPENT lies hidden there
three-forked lightening
urgency and gravity
adult diaper dignity
brown
poetic
gifts
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Emily’s tube were in fact tunnels – long echoing tunnels where people were taken for guided tours – little machines spoke in their ears offering information – some took samples –
some disappeared into cavities and crevices –
few planted flags and claimed it as theirs – but geography move these pin points –
THINGS MOVE
THINGS FALL APART
— where I stand was once where your ancestors stood–under feet
bones
skeleton skulls –
all I see is bright lights
bright lights
lights
brights
It’s all sometimes too much
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THOSE TUNNELS INSIDE EMILY
SELF-CONSCIOUS HIKES
SPONTANEOUS
RECTAL PRESSURE
APOCALYPTIC
RECTAL PRESSURE
UNSAFE IN SEASON OF FURY
I WOULD PASS ON THE HIT OR MISS
EMILY WAS SENTIMENTAL
SHE CHERISHED HER FIRST FORK
SHE NAMED IT “STEVE”
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THE ONLY LITTLE MACHINES THAT SPOKE IN MY EARS
WERE WHITE GIRLS IN THE BACK OF THE BUS
ON THE WAY TO THE UNDERGROUND ENTRANCE
TO THE TUNNELS
THEY WERE FROM AN ARTIFICIAL FRANCE
THEY WORE NARCOTIC BRAS
CHEAP DOLLAR STORE BRAS
A REAL TURN-OFF
THE ONLY ANTIDOTE WAS TO TOSS THEM OUT THE BUS WINDOWS
THIS MADE THE PARK RANGERS BOTH UNHAPPY AND HAPPY
( tossed the bras out…. not the girls )
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ALL THAT CONFUSION BETWEEN NAME AND NAMED
I CRIED TONIGHT WHEN WORDPRESS
WOULD NOT PERMIT ME TO POST MY COMMENT
AND ERASED THE COMMENT
IT WAS A GOOD COMMENT
I COULD NOT REPEAT IT IF I TRIED
THINGS COME QUICK
TYPE TYPE FORGET
THAT’S THE FACTS
MAYBE WORDPRESS WAS BUILT ON AN INDIAN BURIAL GROUND
ARE THEY NATIVE AMERICANS OR NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS ?
DOES IT MATTER NOW THAT WE FACE THE END OF THE WORLD ?
OBAMA IS GOING TO REMOVE HIS MASK
HE WILL BE THE ANTICHRIST
THE CHINESE ARE UPSET
THEY DON’T HAVE AN ANTICHRIST
THEY JUST GOT THOSE WORTHLESS BEARS
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ANIMALS WITH WELL-DEVELOPED CEREBRAL FACULTIES
ASTONISHED AT THE METICULOUSNESS
CONTRABAND EYELASHES FROM YOKO
UNIQUE TO JAPANESE MAMMALS
GOD HELP THOSE WHO MEASURE THEIR TIME BY CLOCKS
ARE YOU STILL DISTRIBUTING TIME ?
GRAVITATION IS EVERYTHING
EVEN HOMELESS VAGABONDS
SAY SO
SINGING FOLK SONGS ABOUT TRAINS
A CHILDHOOD ON THE WESTERN FREIGHT
FINGERHIKING HOBOES FROM INDIANA
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the magician is always revealed as a fake – there is no magick – misdirection vanishes the elephant in the room – the retired magician will still do tricks – no audience now- moved onto the next new thing – no allegiance no higher power – but I know
Yoko knew the power of misdirection – Jagger sent her in – she played the role – multiple Yokos – duplicitous Yoko – code name Ok – scurrying Beatle king – hiding in hotels shaped like buildings – autographed kitchen wall – suspicious concierge carrying cutlery
we know where this all started
psychic goats bought online come with no guarantees
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hobos pick at the edifice of buildings where entrance has been denied
entrance denial – a textbook case study – used in the footnotes
by Emilys doctor – the mystery deepens as the page numbers increase
her face changes at different angles her shadows wrap themselves
around this time – unable to put into words – she searches back
through the previous letters – red pen rings to jog memories
she doesn’t measure time
time is limited by a lack of imagination
folk songs about her old town
she’ll kiss you clean
clincially
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I KNOW YOU CONSTANTLY STRIVE FOR THE BETTER
YOKO SAID THAT IT WAS AN UNATTAINABLE PERFECTION
THAT SEEMS A LITTLE HARD EDGE
FOR AN EGG
THAT WAS THE SHAPE
AGITATED THOUGHTS IN SOLITUDE
YOUR EMBRYO WIFE OUTSIDE THE DOOR
“I GOT A NEW RIDDLE FOR YOU, JOHNNY”
YOU KNEW THERE WAS NO NEW RIDDLE
YOU HAD SOLVED HER RIDDLE
THE PICTURES OF THE PAST ARE THAT : THE PAST
PRECIOUS TO HER……….JUST PHOTOS OF ODD DUCKS
REMINISCENCES POISON ARTISTIC DRIVE
LORD KNOWS YOU WANT TO BE A WANDERER
A SCREAMING GYPSY GUIDING LIGHT OUT OF THE SHADOWS
YOUR PENCIL BUILDINGS ON FOUNDATIONS OF JELLO
YOUR BUTT CRACK HAS TAKEN ON A COMICAL PERSONAGE
YOU HAVE DENOUNCED FAST FOOD SLAVERY
AND BARBAROUS WORDPRESS POETS
PEOPLE ON THE LOWER RUNGS OF LANGUAGE
I “LIKED” YOUR PHOTO OF THE PANDA BEING THROWN FROM THE AIRPLANE
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THOSE CRAZY CHINESE ARTISTS
THROWING PANDAS OUT OF AIRPLANES
MAKES FOR AN INTERESTING CONCEPT
ARE THEY REALLY BEARS ?
JUST IMAGINE IF THEY DROPPED ONE OVER ALASKA
AND A KODIAK SAW IT SPLATTER ON THE GROUND
WHAT KIND OF WILD THOUGHTS WOULD RACE THROUGH HIS MIND
BEFORE HE ATE THE DAMN THING
“NEVER LET A PANDA GO TO WASTE”
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MISDIRECTION IS HOW I FIND MY WAY HOME
MISDIRECTION CAN BE THE SOURCE OF INCALCULABLE SUFFERING
DUST FROM THE UNCONSCIOUS ( BROKEN GLASS )
THE WORDPRESS POET LACKS CONFIDENCE
PEOPLE AS BUILDING MATERIAL FOR HISTORY
CAUCASIANS AS MORTER AND BLONDE PLYWOOD
……..DO NOT REPEAT THE “OK” CODE WORD
WE MUST PRESERVE THE ESSENTIAL QUALITIES OF YOKO
JAPANESE AGONIES AND FRENZIES
VENOMOUS DEW
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I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF PANDAS ARE REAL BEARS ?
THEY ARE CONSTANTLY MOISTENING THEIR DRIED LIPS
IN THE DEMON WORLD……BEARS HAVE MOUTHS AT BOTH ENDS
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LIST OF THINGS: LIST OF THINGS: LIST OF THINGS:
A POCKET OF DUNG
A VITAL INGREDIENT MISSING
DEXTERITY DOWN THERE
STICKY DOUGH
PEELING CHEST POTATOES
PERSONAL SILENCE
DIAGRAMS CHARTS GRAPHS
POET- LAWYERS
SENSUAL SUBLIMATION
MOTIONLESS SEX
SELF-INDULGENT LOVE
ELABORATE INTERPRETATION
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talking totem pole,smooth
clean and sober
head of commerce
deleted posts
sexless adults
bulbous fast friction
mountain apex, sharp
the difference in geography
dependent on height and the distance
between A and B
as the crow flies, razor straight
diamond sharpe, cut glass jaw
can we trust each other? she whispered touching
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misdirection caused by shifting poles
sharp compass points cut the explorers hands –
pin points plotted on arcane maps –
hand drawn, sketchy
hand drawn by hypnotised Yoko -code name decoded
password burnt –
Wordpress confusion as Yokos essential qualities are debatable and few
She has nice hair is a general consensus
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pandas are not bears they are spies in furry suits –
they come in pairs like debt collectors –
like star crossed lovers
lets be honest,
they serve no purpose
if you saw one in the street you’d just walk by, wouldn’t doth your hat or wish him a good day
this is true
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after YOKO gave birth to Sean she had him placed in a zoo
so he could be raised with baby pandas
it was an act of innocence but seems criminal
with warehouses of cash-money you can do about anything
poor Sean gets nervous around black and white
he fainted when he saw his first zebra
absurd in the face of absurdity
………………………………………………………………………………………..
at home YOKO sits in the dark with 200 Chinese Jars
no one knows what is in the jars
old Beatle dust ?
poor YOKO suffers from guilt
it wasn’t sin that destroyed Eden and Paradise
it was the creation of WOMAN
without her, The Beatle King
may have been able to recover
a part of that innocence
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Sean got scared when he listened to Sly and the Family Stone –
all that black and white –
he stared so long till it all became gray – the panda becoming an elephant – the elephant represented all manner of evil – the zoo keeper made copious notes and invited the documentary team in – secret cameras everywhere
the comments she left hit a nerve
the jars contain trinkets, skin, formaldehyde faces, the one on the left contains traces of guilt – the Beatle King made flesh – but what about Ringo? Where was he in all of this…
in Florida do they smoke the ashes of the dead?
Do the castrated men have to wear badges?
Do children scream the night open?
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I WAS AFRAID OF SLY AND THE FAMILY STONE ALSO
THEY WERE LIKE SEXUAL INSTRUMENTS IN A PRISON MARCHING BAND
DESPERATE URGENCY WITH A CALLOUS FUNK
PEOPLE OFTEN FELT THAT ABOUT JOAN
ON THE RED CARPET
PRICKLY IRRITATIONS
“OH JOAN, YOU HAVE THE HEAD OF A BUG”
THE SOCIAL COST OF THE TRUTH WOULD BE TOO EXTREME
THE FIRST RULE OF LIFE IS LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE !!!
THE TRUTH HAS BEEN ABANDONED FOR A GOOD NUMBER OF YEARS
IT HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM THE MODERN DICTIONARY
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……………………………..comment 100……………………………………………………..
a thing unthinkable
A THING UNTHINKABLE
a thing unthinkable
…………………………………………………………………………………..
freedom outside law
freedom outside any deity
then everything becomes spit in a Dixie cup
because age matters
because color matters
because weight matters
because………. because………… because……………
the course of all things…..external circumstances
the grossest impiety
a rotten lung
adult diapers
apocalyptic diarrhea
……………can you trust people with only four fingers on each hand ?
gossip around the clock
Joan has been squeezed out of the television tube
intertwined in a garland and tossed from a speeding vehicle
some say that poor Joan sleeps on the side of the road
a hopeless tangle of vanity and self-interest
CAN YOU SPARE A FACE ?
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ANY OPPOSITION TO POLAR BEARS WILL BE NOTED
WILD OR DOMESTICATED…….PANTS OR NO PANTS
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LISTEN UP JOHNNY BOY OF MAN-MADE SHAPES
RECTANGLES, CUBES, SPHERES, CONES
THE GARDEN OF EDEN HAS BECOME ARCHITECTURE
AT ITS BEST TRYING TO SERVE FROM WHICH IT STRAYED
I KNOW YOU LOOK AT NAKED PICTURES OF LANDSCAPE
( PRIVATELY, I KNOW YOU GO FOR YOUNG MAN-MADE LANDSCAPE )
ANYTHING WITH SUPER BLACK VOLCANIC ROCK IS HOT……RIGHT ?
EMPLOYEES AT THE CUTLERY STILL GOSSIP ABOUT YOU
INSTEAD OF WORKING OR STEALING
YOU WERE CONSTANTLY THINKING
ABOUT THE MOVEMENT OF THE SUN AND MOON
WHEN PEOPLE ASKED YOU WHAT WAS GOING ON
YOU WOULD REPLY, “THE DISTRIBUTION OF LIGHT”
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a telegram from the Queen – a hologram beamed onto the moon -a century of comments congratulations
knife cuts through cake
candles burn
infernos celebrations
and who would have thought?
she has spare faces – just shake her gently by the throat – they will tumble from the folds and crevices – enough faces to furnish a masquerade ball –
Garden of Eden (not the organic vegetarian supermarket) has been concreted over to make way for a Wal-Mart – plastic vegetation and firearms – it’s an amalgamation of geometric shapes and Brutalist architecture – the ripped up blueprints have been stuffed in the mouths of retired plastic surgeons – they all blame Joan – her of the multiple faces – the taut skin –
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you want to talk some taut skin
the young Johnny Boy locked in the bathroom
rounding off infinite fractions
geometric principles forced into erect arithmetical shape
trying to obtain a continuous sequence without too much noise
raindrops on the roof…………raindrops on the roof
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NEBUCHADNEZZAR WAS FAMOUS FOR HIS COLLECTION OF CLOCKS
“THE MOST IMPORTANT CLOCK IS THE ONE THAT DOESN’T WORK”
HE HAD HUGE SENSITIZED SURFACES ON HIS TORSO
HE HAD LIMITED INFLUENCE ON INFORMATION IMPRINTED ON THOSE SURFACES
CRITICS AND GRANDMOTHERS DEMANDED THAT HE USE RAW MATERIAL
REALITY MORE OR LESS INTACT….IF YOU BELIEVE IN SUCH A THING
REALITY HOUNDS SUFFER FROM INSATIABLE CURIOSITY
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YOKO IS FAMOUS FOR HER OPENNESS AND EMPTINESS
HER TRUTH LACKS TRUTH BY OMISSION
FEELING NO PAIN MAKES THE ENTIRE UNDERTAKING ARTIFICIAL
NO HOSPITALS NO “DREAM ORBIT” SHOTS
SEAN CAME OUT SIDEWAYS
YOKO WAS TRYING TO DECIDE WHO WAS THE MOST COMICAL
CHAPLIN or KEATON
IT TOOK THE MAID TWO WEEKS TO CLEAN UP THE MESS
YOKO CALLED IT “THE FLOW OF LIFE”
THE MAID THOUGHT OF IT AS A GELATINOUS MASS OF FISH GUTS
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JACK RUBY WAS IN FAVOR OF SELF-ESTRANGEMENT
ONE TIME HE HAD 17 LIMBS IN HIS CAR TRUNK
HE WAS ALMOST A MODERN ARTIST
ART IS MAKING OBJECTS AND ACTIVITIES VISIBLE
NOTHING MORE….NOTHING LESS
UNTREATED RAW MATERIAL
MADE OLD SCHOOL BUDDIES GAG
“THEM AIN’T BUTTERFLY WINGS”
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INFORMATION REGARDING THE PLASTIC SECRETS OF JOAN
MUST BE PRESERVED THROUGH THE CONSTANT RESTRAINING
OF HER FACIAL CHALLENGES
ANY NATURAL NORM-POSITION DOES NOT EXIST
EVERYTHING IS SQUEEZED INTO A CIRCULAR ENCLOSURE
AT NIGHT SHE SLEEPS IN A CORRECTIVE MASK
A GOD AWFUL THING WITH TUBES
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POETS ARE EASILY INFLUENCED BY PERSONAL PREFERENCES
RIGHT HAND LEFT HAND………ALL THE SAME
WITHOUT GRAVITY IT FEELS STRANGE
CHILDREN ARE GIVEN THREATENING MESSAGES
IT WILL GET OUT OF JOINT…OUT OF HAND…YOU’LL GO BLIND
THE RAG IS DRYING UP YOUR FUTURE
NO GRANDCHILDREN FOR YOU
A PROBING PROBOSCIS
BUT NO SEED
SPIT OUT THE RIDICULE
BRING A BLUSH TO YOUR WIFE’S PURSE
GIVE HER 20 TWENTIES AND 10 ONES
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right hand left hand ambidextrous handed hairy hand left in the freezer for 20 minutes feels like someone else when you touch yourself – leave money by your own bed – self love satisfying -no need to blush under that mask –
it’s the closet your’ll feel to god – split second vision retina burnt
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the plastic surgeon promised her a whirlpool of amusement
armpit vagina, that’s where it is at
men love it……..super tight
women love it…………no birth control needed
no monthly concerns
a little lube and you’re ready to go
…….one slight problem, don’t teach it to make animal noises
…….don’t touch it in public
…….best to wear a maiden cover in public
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PRISONERS IN THE SHOEBOX… PRISONERS HUNGERING FOR FREEDOM
LIFE BEHIND BARS IS FULL OF EXPLOITS… SHARP EDGE ADVENTURES
LIFE INSIDE THE GYPSY CAMP… WILD FOLK ON FIRE… REAL WOMEN
HOT-TEMPERED MOMMA WITH UNIFORM… WITHOUT UNIFORM
…………….IF YOKO HAD A SISTER WHAT WOULD SHE BE LIKE ?
WOULD SHE PICKLE MUSHROOMS ? SMOKE BROWN CIGARETTES ?
RIDE HORSEBACK ON HOT DAYS…. PEE STANDING UP
TONGUE PEOPLE ON THE LOWER RUNGS
BE CRUEL TO BABY DUCKS
HAVE A BARBAROUS ATTITUDE
LIVE WITH A MISERABLE MAN
DRINK WARM 7-UP
…………….IF YOKO HAD A SISTER WHAT WOULD SHE LOOK LIKE ?
LIKE JOAN RIVERS WITH A HEADCOLD…………..WITH PINK-EYE
BOURGEOIS-FASHION WITH FAKE GEMS…..GLASS DIAMONDS
WIDE HIPS…..NO HIPS……….PUFFY LIPS……..NO LIPS
CHEST HAIR LIKE SHAKESPEARE… PERSONIFIED AND PUBIC
WEDDING NIGHT JITTERS EVERY NIGHT…NIGHTCAPS ALONE
LANGUID BEAUTY…RIDICULOUS NOSE HAIRS LIKE CORN SILK
………….WOULD SHE WRITE LETTERS TO PANDAS IN PRIVATE SCHOOLS ?
SEND PORTAL PHOTOS TO KODIAKS ?
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in the beginning the crest of the deluge
waves and tears drowned the ants they tried to civilise the satanists
they tried
the plastic surgeons emerged from foliage
scalpels cutting a path to the light
they set up practices next to butchers and cut the skin of a million bored ugly people
Joan was a role model a poster girl a crash test dummy dressed in furs hair like a thatched cottage roof
boredom lead to innovations
lead to the whirlpool amusement of the under arm vagina…people now died with smiles on their stretched skin faces
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A DOMESTIC PROSTITUTE ON THE NEXT PILLOW
CUTS AND PADDING AND POSSIBLY A MISSED STITCH
FROZEN AS NOT TO INJURE THE HAPPINESS OF OTHERS
COMIC TOUCHES… A SORT OF SELF-CONSCIOUS CONTRIVANCE
MY LITTLE LIFE DREADFULLY BUNGLED
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JOAN HAD HER REASONS FOR WITHDRAWING INTO A NEW FACE
SHE OPENLY TALKS OF HER SUFFERING
BUT NO ONE LISTENS
SHE LIVES ON THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN
INHIBITION, REFINEMENT, MORALITY HOLD LITTLE SWAY
……..PEOPLE ASK ABOUT DARK SEXUAL MATTERS
AVANT-GARDE HANKY-PANKY
DEMON FANTASIES…….FRIVOLOUS BROKEN FINGERS
ANYTHING CLOSE TO BLASPHEMY
UNDERPANTS WITH BROWN RHYMES
DELIBERATE #2
WITH NO DESIRE TO WIPE
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WHAT ABOUT ORIENTAL MEAT ?
any concepts ?
A CRUST OF BREAD
RADICAL MESSIANISM
A BOTTLE OF SPECTATOR SPIT
AN ACTIVE ORIENTAL DONG
WHAT ARE THE VISUALS ?
possibly a graceful curve
slightly bent
WHAT ABOUT ORIENTAL MEAT ?
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TO DISCOVER BOUNDARIES AND THEN EXCEED THEM
TO WORK ON IT TO SOFTEN IT UP
JOHNNY BOY SHOPLIFTING FROM HEAVEN
DOES IT TOUGHEN UP YOUR INTEGRITY ?
STEALING AS THE RESPECTABLE MORAL SPORT
INTELLECTUALS PLAY AT BEING CRIMINALS
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Oriental meat should be the same – there should be
continuity of meat – marbled meat on the slab – fat rind –
different regulations in different locations stipulate different methods –
specail sharpe knives from Leviathan cutlery are shipped in sharp –
the abattoir has oxygen tanks in the cargo bay –
I have heard tales of oriental meat having words under the skin tattooed in
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FICTIONAL CHARACTERS MADE ENTIRELY OF LETTERS
WILL THEY BE JUDGED ON JUDGMENT DAY ?
YOU HAVE UNCOVERED THE BEAST INSIDE YOU
YOU CHOOSE NOT TO SAVE BUT RATHER TO EXCUSE
MENTALLY YOU TRANSCEND MORAL CONVENTIONS
YOUR TAXI OF EXPERIMENT IS DRIVEN BY A DEMON
YOUR TAXI OF EXPERIMENT IS DRIVEN BY A DEMON
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SHE TWITCHES LIKE A WIFE WHO KNOWS NOT HER HUSBAND’S NAME
UNWRITTEN BACKGROUND MATERIAL HAUNTS YOU
PART ALIVE NORTH OF LONDON
PART ALIVE IN THE WOMB OF MOTHER
TO REENACT THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BIRTH
YOUR LIFE IS TO BE LESS THAN REAL
WHO CAN MEASURE THE DISTANCE
BETWEEN INTENTION AND EXECUTION ?
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(a lyric screamed she twitches like a vein slashed bright and blue. – I hear it looped all the tine)
night time gymnastics nocturnal inability to sleep REM sleep disturbed – south of heaven –
she tapes the nights to capture the words that spill out –
the unconscious words that she can’t control – raw nerves exposed – words from within dark cobwebs
– at night she isn’t she isnt her
and she’s ashamed she found Julian in a thrift store next to unwanted Christmas gifts – flotsam from the Beatle king (he had his favourites)
poor Yoko trapped deep within her agony
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YOUR TAXI DRIVEN BY A DEMON IS CLOSE TO BLASPHEMY
THE YELLOW LINES ARE AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE DANGER
POETRY IS WRITTEN ON THE LINES OR NEAR THE LINES
A SENSE AND VALUE OF THINGS TO BE TRANSLATED
THE TAXI DRIVER THINKS HE UNDERSTANDS THE FLOW
HE KNOWS NOT THE THEATRE OF THE LIVING
LIFE IS A SHADOW THAT LENGTHENS IN ARTIFICIALITY
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SPIT OUT THE RIDICULE………..CURTAIN SOUP BONES
A BEGGAR BEFORE BORROWED WORDS
I OFTEN SEE THE RULE OF MACHINES
THEY WILL BE FREE AND EVOLVE LIKE LEAPING DEERS
PEOPLE WILL REMAIN FIXED AND UNFINISHED
WHO WAS THE IDIOT THAT SAID LIFE NEVER ENDS ?
………a transitory and fleeting illusion ………………………..
I’VE BEEN TOLD WHY BIRTH IS ATTACHED TO DEATH
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CAN YOU IMAGINE YOKO AND THE SCENARIO
WHEN SHE LEFT THE ORIGINAL FAMILY ?
———-ORIGINAL FAMILY—————
YOKO HAD A LARGE NUMBER OF ORIGINAL FAMILIES
HER LIFE WAS A CROSSPATCH OF REALITIES
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covered in the mud of crime
mister math mister johnny boy
the mechanical philosophy
self-conscious of numbers
everything is cerebral
illegitimate among the legitimate
rust painted over and over
a lawful world full of holes
you cannot hide from numbers
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SPENDING YOUTH IN REFORMATORIES
HAVING DAYDREAMS ABOUT THE FOREIGN LEGION
POSSIBLE ESPIONAGE IN THE HOUSE OF LOVE
HAUNTED BY THE WORLD OF NUMBERS
MAPS OF LEGEND
MAPS OF MARTYRDOM
HELLO KITTY PUSH PINS
HOLDING UP HISTORIC EVENTS
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MINSKY, “THE BRAIN IS A COMPUTER MADE OF MEAT”
SOMEONE IS TRYING TO WORM YOU
CERTAIN PRIVILEGES
SUBORDINATES
JOAN GIVING BIRTH TO DOLLS
THE HOLE…A PRIMITIVE HEART OF DARKNESS
A COMMON ENEMY EVEN IN KENTUCKY
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a guru of sorts -she disseminated her prophesies via air waves – slight satellite adjustments west of the Danube
her cold veins – her DNA found in ice sheets miles from her birth coordinates
faces like multiple Gemini – she saw no end and could not pin point the beginning –
removing the mask only reveals another mask
she split the secret three ways – Julian/Sean/her (the she) – keep it in the family – inherited conscious – Julian holds the key
he is the cipher
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POOR YOKO WAS MARRIED BEFORE THE KING
SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF 27 CHILDREN
THE CHILDREN HAD VERY ODD EYES
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO COUNT THEM
MANY PAINFUL CONFRONTATIONS
WITH DOCTORS
DON’T EVEN MENTION FAMILY PORTRAITS
THE MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE
WAS ON THE BACK OF ALL CERAL BOXES
RUMORS WERE HER HUSBAND WHIPPED HER LIKE A SAVAGE
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—————-MINSKY————————————–
TERRIBLE MURDER
FOLLOWED BY TERRIBLE RAPE
FOLLOWED BY TRUE CANNIBALISM
“THE BRAIN IS A COMPUTER MADE OF MEAT”
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PAINT IS TOO EXPENSIVE IN KENTUCKY
THE RUST DOES NOT GET PAINTED OVER
WORDS ARE CHEAP
PEOPLE SAY WHAT THEY WILL
SADO-MASOCHISTIC ( PRIVATE HOLLYWOOD )
FLAMES FROM THE EYES
PSYCHODRAMA SUPREME
YOU WANT TO SAY FAREWELL
BUT THE DEMONS STAY
YOU ARE THEIR NEW BLOWN BUD
THEY HAVE FANCY UNDERPANTS FOR YOU
SMALL……REALLY SMALL UNDERPANTS
YOU ARE THINKING RECONCILIATION
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Minsky – first name Hyman (sp: hymen)…
named after her soft membrane –
– he invited the meat machine with her in mind – her meat in mind – the economics of meat – cannabalistic & carnivorous –
meat in meat out
magical minskys meat
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RUMOR WAS THAT MINSKY WAS CASTRATED
HE HAS BEEN QUOTED, ” I AM INTACT”
IS IT POSSIBLE TO BE MUTILATED AND YET REMAIN WHOLE ?
HE WAS AND IS A VERY INTELLIGENT FELLOW
::::REALITY IS INACCESSIBLE
::::THE TRUTH IS NOT POSSIBLE
LIFE IS SOME SORT OF CRUEL COMEDY
WORSHIP ME….WORSHIP ME….WORSHIP ME
THE BATTLE CRY OF POETS
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YOU KILL THE MEAT YOU DRAG IT IN
WE CLEAN IT AND PREPARE IT
WE ARE MAGICAL MINSKYS MEAT
WE SERVE A FUNCTION FOR THE INTELLECT
NO MAUSOLEUM MEAT PLEASE !!!
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HEY DUDE, I’VE BEEN HEARING BAD THINGS ABOUT THAT ICE MIRROR
what a cunning and diabolical mind you have
COME SUMMER AND PEOPLE HAVE TO BUY ANOTHER ONE
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NOTHING NEW HERE
EXCEPT
THE RITUAL SLAUGHTER OF THE ENTIRE WHITE RACE
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YOKO ONCE SHOWED ME A REFLECTION OF A REFLECTION
IT WAS SORT OF LIKE A FUNERAL CRYSTAL BALL
I WAS TO WATCH MYSELF DIE
THE FUTURE HOLDS ANNIHILATION
TO DIE SECRETLY WITH AN ODORLESS MASK
TO GRAB HOLD OF DEATH BEFORE IT GRABS ME
(word to the wise: don’t make death chase you )
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THE GATHERING OF PUS IN AN INFECTED WOUND
“I TRIED TO PAINT OVER IT BUT THE PUS JUST KEEPS COMING BACK
I’VE ALWAYS BEEN SUPER WHITE BUT NOW I SEEM TO BE PALING TO INVISIBILITY
MY LIFE IS UPSIDE-DOWN PANDEMONIUM
I FIND MYSELF LIVING AT THE THEATRE
I CAN’T LEAVE AND GO HOME
I WANT MY GINGERSNAPS AND EXPENSIVE PILLOW”
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WHAT IS THAT WORMING ITS WAY OUT OF MY BEHIND ?
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HAVE YOU NO DECENCY ?
I FOUND AN OPAQUE METAPHOR ON THE TOILET SEAT.
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PEOPLE ARE IMPERSONATING YOUR COMMODE FRUITS
SILENT WITNESS SILENT PRETENSE RECTAL SERVITUDE
TABOO INTO TOTEM INTO GRATITUDE INTO GOODBYE
WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER PLAYACTING
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the same toilet seat where I lifted pre-historic DNA from the back holes of the future men?
The same toilet that is stained with a million years of waste?
Tidal wave flushes pushes it underground and out of sight?
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disingenuous views on theatre – up close and personal – you see the sweat the creases around mouths so close you can hear a stomach gurgle – disingenuous opinions just to protect her – some forgetful time – REMEMBER WHY YOUR HERE – text the foot prints back – cookie crumbs paths stalked by wolves – her hair is a fucking tangled mess where there is no beginning and no end
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OL’ JOHNNY BOY
THE GUY WHO WILL KNOCK THE PROPS OUT
FROM UNDER OUR SHAKY MODERN LIFE
MAGICAL MINSKYS MEAT
100% SAFE MEAT
NEVER MAUSOLEUM MEAT
NEVER NORTH KOREAN MEAT
JOHNNY IN HIS HEAVY METAL UNDERPANTS
A BARBARIC HOT FRENZY JOYRIDE
“EVERYTHING IS LINKED TO THE SEXUAL INSTINCT”
THE GENITAL WORLD IS IN PERPETUAL EXALTATION
JOHNNY HAS CLEARED AWAY THE LAYERS OF SOPHISTICATION
HE IS OPERATING IN THE SPONTANEOUS BANG-ASS MODE
——————-you can quote me on that—————————–
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SEAN WAS NOT THE GUY WHO SAID THAT THE HUMAN BRAIN
WAS A COMPUTER MADE OUT OF MEAT
SEAN WAS LAZY AND CHILDISHLY CRAZY
HE ONCE TRIED TO MARRY A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER
HE HAD BEEN USING THE CARDBOARD TUBE FOR SEX
HE SAID THAT HE WAS THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX
YOKO FOUND THE WHOLE NASTY BUSINESS UNACCEPTABLE
SHE KILLED HIS INSTINCTUAL MAN DRIVES
SHE SAID IN HER JAPANESE TONGUE
“ONE LUG-NUT SHORT OF SIX PACK”
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AN EVEN BIGGER QUESTION:
WHAT IS THAT WORMING ITS WAY OUT OF YOUR BEHIND ?
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the insertion of his meat into lubed toilet roll holder was not Seans idea –
a friend showed him –
up close and personal –
offered to give him a hand –
to guide him in – even offered to lend him some apparatus – Sean refused all help – he wanted to go it alone – lonely in a dark room –
Yoko was against upon her visual discovery of Sean mid inside – but Sean had reached an apex of emotion – one inch closer to god (whoever the hell he was) –
Yoko blamed herself, blamed the economy, the war over there, the vacant king, the unsold Currie house (all offers excepted)
sean was replaced by a hologram and Julian, Julian picked up the toilet roll and locked himself away in a room where no one leaves
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There are buried secrets that rise to the segue ace or burrow themselves out
hidden underwater
don’t start dragging the lake you’ve been warned.
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Yoko had regression therapy and returned to a place and time where she was having regression therapy –
there
is no escape
a contract had been signed
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I will quote you and in return I offer evidence that minsky was a eunuch with gifts
gifts that made them wet
I have seen your name in print
newspaper page 7 paragraph 6
multiplemicheal and his hip hop hats
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THIS GUY IN THE LATRINE WAS TELLING ME
THAT ALL THE ANIMALS THAT LIVE IN THE JUNGLE
WERE FROM KENTUCKY……UPPER KENTUCKY
JUST SHORT OF THAT GRAND OLD RIVER
ANYWAY, HE SAID THE ANIMALS WERE INSIDE THIS ‘ARK’
KIND OF THING….SOMETHING CHRIST-JUDAS
MAY BE IT WAS NICKELODEON-NAZARENE (?)
ANYWAY, A SALVATIONIST WORM LEAKED OUT
FROM M. Magdalene AND CAUSED A TERRIBLE PLAGUE
THAT KILLED ALL MANNER OF BEAST
EXCEPT THOSE HOUSED IN THIS ‘ARK’
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS STORY MEANS ( ??? )
–THE BLACK MANIA OF THIS PLANET–
IT STARTS WHEN THE OUTER SKIN OF YOUR ANUS
FEELS TOO THICK……..WAY TOO THICK
YOU FIND YOURSELF TRYING TO ‘CLEAN’ IT AWAY
BUT THAT DOESN’T HELP
ALL YOUR THOUGHTS BECOME BUTT CENTERED
THEN THE FIRST WORM MAKES ITS WAY OUT
AT THIS POINT ONE SHOULD COMMIT SUICIDE
BUT PEOPLE DON’T……….THEY PAINFULLY WAIT
NEXT COMES THE GOD-AWFUL TORMENT
EXCRUCIATING PAIN AND THEN DEATH
DEATH IS AESTHETICALLY SATISFYING
BUT SLOW….READ THE BIBLE SLOW
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HIDDEN UNDERPANTS
ONE LEARNS FROM WATCHING
IMPRISONMENT MAKES FOR THE EXPERIENCED HUSBAND
IS IT SEDUCTION THEN FLIP
OR FLIP AND THEN SEDUCTION
????????????????????????????????????????????????????
DRAGGING THE LAKE MEANS MULTIPLE DEATH
THE UNION OF ORGANS AND THEN THE WARNING
WANNA TAKE EVERYONE FROM YOUR PAST OUT FOR A LITTLE DIP ?
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UNJUST IMPRISONMENT
THE SALVATIONIST WORM WAS SET FREE BY M.M.
THE RECTAL HENCHWORM
IN THE DARKNESS THE WORM DELIGHTS IN THE DURABILITY
THE HOT DAMN DURABILITY OF HUMAN LIFE
BABY, BABY, OH BABY YOU GONNA ITCH
A MAN IS NOT FINISHED ALL AT ONCE
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————————-METAPHYSICAL BONDAGE———————————-
HINTS OF THE MICK JAGGER DEBT
CERTIFIED, SOLD, PAID FOR
FREE ONLY TO DIE
TO CRAWL INTO THE BURNING LAKE
you know I speak the truth because your mother cried into the soup to give it flavor
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held hostage by the words
metaphysical in places the meanings change like light through a prism – dark side of the mind – no shadows cast – jism in jism out
one two three four
kick that fucker out the door
we are out of fruit
damaged goods wormed through by insects lack of vitamins now legged cowboy a stance
indexing footnotes she eagerly searched the appendixs for mentions of her name four letters repeated in the same pattern
her dad never prepared her for the future
WordPress needs a facelift
someone call Joan
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REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND YOUR UNCLE HYMEN’S
NEIGHBOR IN OHIO DROWNED HERSELF ?
WELL, IT WAS A CASE OF THE WORM
she started with the wipe thing
and before she finished
she had an entire ironing board up there
back then everyone was a critic
and people thought it was a tad bit unorthodox
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LIFE IS MOVING MEAT
OSCAR WILDE COULD BRING A BLUSH TO THE CHEEK
BUOYANT MOVES IN THE BEDROOM
FEVERISH ALMOST SELFISH STABS
MAKE YOU HAPPY
HELL, I’M MAKING ME HAPPY
TECHNIQUES FOR IMAGINATIVE USE
PAGE 32 THE BACKDOOR CABOOSE
TO BE USED FOR PURPOSES
EASILY RECOGNIZED AS BASE
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I ALWAYS FORGET:
WHEN YOU BEND OVER WITH LUBE
IS THAT “OPTIMISM” OR “PESSIMISM” ?
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meat on two legs upright opposable thumbs dexterous movement in sexual vicinities rumours behind closed door techniques I COULD SELL THIS FOR MILLIONS MAKE A DVD but small movements on the periphery
at the periphery
cause hesitation
thoughts of masturbating gun man whowatch piss blood absorb into sand as we absorb into shadows of ourselves we go full circle Yoko knew this the compass needle spun
magnetic north vs true north
it all lost its charm sine the explorers hung up the boots
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meat on two legs upright
man will become like the meat god
fresh meat solves all but one problem
the meat should be cooked
that is the new order of things
( you once told me that you would love more traction for your teeth )
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I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WALKED AROUND WITH A BLACKBOARD
AND WROTE POETRY WITH A PIECE OF CHALK
YOU LISTENED TO “UNCLE MEAT” BY ZAPPA
AND PRODUCED AVANT-GARDE TEENAGE DROOL
HARDLY DOCTRINAL ASSERTIONS
SOLITARY CONFINEMENT INSIDE YOURSELF
YOU WERE THE APPARENT ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION
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99% OF THE PEOPLE ON WORDPRESS
DON’T KNOW WHO BILL HARKELROAD
PLAYED GUITAR FOR–OR CARE
A MONUMENT FOR FUTURE ADMIRATION
CAPTAIN BEEFHEART
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YOU SAY THAT WE ARE OUT OF FRUIT
DOES FRUIT HAVE GENDER ?
A CIRCLE OF VIRGINAL GUARDIANS AROUND THE FRUIT
DOLLAR STORE PUSH PINS HOLDING LEAVES OF DECENCY
SO LITTLE SYMPATHY FOR POETIC ATTEMPT
CAN WOMEN FRUIT BE TOLERATED ?
A THOUSAND QUESTIONS ABOUT MODESTY AND HUMILITY
MAPPING OUT IS A JOHNNY BOY HOLIDAY
763 EMPTY BOXES OF POETIC PRECURSORS
ON HIS METAPHORICAL WRESTLING BED
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SALTY TEAR FLAVORED SOUP IN NO-MAN’S LAND
IMITATION VARIATION……IMITATION FANTASY
ASSIGNED GENDER ROLES…….FRUIT ON THE LEFT
———————MEAT ON THE RIGHT———————–
ALL FEMALES ARE TO BE BORN IN DISGUISE
LIPS AND DONGS AND FOOLISH PRIDE
EMILY THE BARREN DAUGHTER
THE WOMAN POET IN BIBLE TIMES
WITH MY LOVE, EMILY……..I WILL MOISTEN YOU
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it sounds like a forgotten town –
a town with untold stories
– buried secrets
– a disused factory
-mattresses on street corners
-broken statue of the town founder
-a sign says “Welcome to Harkleroad : Safe as Milk”
-faded
-empty motels
-rusted humans
-the Gideon warehouse
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even though she married the Beatle king in private Yoko did a mean impression of Amish Jagger – all strut and lips – Julian would watch through the cracks in the door and send reports back to te absent Beatles –
the smell of leather and hair wax made Julian homesick
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MY DEAR EMILY I WILL LICK YOU FREE
FROM THE MASQUERADE
FREE FROM THE MASK
YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO PERFORM
YOUR SADO-MASOCHISTIC PERFUME
YOUR HOMOSEXUAL PLUG
FORGET THE CIRCUS ACTS
THE THEATRICAL SPECTACLES
AVOID THE CIRCLE OF MURDER
SIT IN YOUR LITTLE ROOM
AND COLOR YOUR UNDERWEAR
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the military are picking up a strange sound
on the bottom of the ocean
a “secret sound”
the sunken bell tolls
they want to know if it is the one
you stole from the Curie home
toward life and law young man
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sonic sonar sound rebounds from the ribs of broken busted
rusted boats – submerged skeletons – vessels with never delivered cargo
-decrepit trawlers
– cartoon fish bones scattered on the sandy seabed –
the military know we’ve spent more time exploring space than the seas – they heard rumours of the Curie bell – it’s radioactive powers – but we know they won’t find it under the sea –
we know
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SONIC SONAR SOUND IN MY HEART
I THOUGHT I WAS LIVING THE TRUTH
I AM ONLY HOLLOW TRANSPORTATION
MY EMOTIONS ARE MY CARGO
BROKEN RIBS AND TUMORS AND ROAD MAPS
I AM A COMMUNITY
MY FUNDS LIKE DIALOGUE
NO PITY, UNDERSTANDING, FORGIVENESS
GHOSTS LIKE SHED SKIN
HARROWING MEMORIES
PHYSICAL SILVER STABS
PHYSICAL STABS IN THE HEAT
PHOTOGRAPHS OF MEAT
CAN YOU PICK OUT THE CRIMINAL ?
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you were talking in your sleep
about running tests to reveal
any microbial activity
even in the dark
one could see
the pendulum swing
you said that
it was a harmless hobby
it was a harmless joy
happy outside society
happy to be outside
your pajamas
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WHEN YOKO DIES
A COLOR WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE SPECTRUM
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MACHINES REHEARSING
IMPROMPTU POETRY
MACHINE MADE POETRY
LIKE PETER FONDA
ON A MOTORCYCLE
WORDS STRUGGLE
AMONG THEMSELVES
MACHINE MADE WORDS
ARE BOUND TOGETHER
IN MUTUAL HATRED
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AMERICAN WOLVES
LIKE FAT CHINESE NOODLES
PEASANTS CHOP WOOD
THE MEN MOUNT ONE ANOTHER
ONLY OUT OF DESPERATION
LOVE HAS LITTLE TO DO
WITH BEING AN ANAL MARAUDER
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MACHINE MADE WORDS PROVIDE PAINFUL EXCURSIONS
OVERLOADED WITH A DISTINCTLY URINOUS OR FAECAL ODOR
ANTHROPOLOGISTS SUGGEST WE SAVE OUR FAECES
THAT MAY ENCOURAGE A LOVING SMILE
SECRETS ALONG THE ROAD
NOT A BROTHER BUT A SHARER
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PEOPLE BECOME CLUMSY WALKING ON MACHINE MADE WORDS
THE RIVER LOVE STARTS WITH PASSION AND ANGER
AND ENDS IN A DELTA OF MUD
I SEE YOU WITH YOUR SPOON
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THE TENSION OF PAIRINGS:
MACHINE MADE WORDS
UNDER PHOTOGRAPHS OF MEAT
YOKO SAID THAT WE COULD NEVER HOLD HANDS
IT MIGHT CAUSE AUTOMOBILE WRECKS
OR APOCALYPTIC EVIL
(copyright: interpretive rendering of hand holding: YOKO 2013)
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anal marauder was his wrestling alias – he got sweaty in spandex and didn’t consider his activities – (rolling around with sweaty men) -as gay – using fat Chinese noodles as bondage restraints a- the bleeding pain – the pain/pleasure dynamic – the peasant wolves eat any meat
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THERE IS NO DEPARTURE AND NO RETURNING
MAN IS INSEPARABLE FROM GOD
MACHINE MADE WORDS HURL INVECTIVES
SATAN COLLECTS THEM LIKE HUBCAPS
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minutes before you go into the ring with the “Anal Marauder”
the thought that he may place his brick in your wall
that immediacy of pain / pleasure
the flowering of: it hurts so bad…it feels so good
his sweat like the drool of a Catholic Priest
his “INSEEING” of your backdoor
run away…run real fast
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(Extract from the Leviathan brochure 2011)…
the super strength silver steel spoon supplied by Leviathan Cutlery is ideal for spooning mud at the angry delta. The spoon is aerodynamic ad will fit any hand. For an extra $25 we’ll engrave the spoon with Joan Rivers 14th face.
Not for sale to clumsy people.
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SPOONING MUD AT THE ANGRY DELTA
ANOTHER QUESTION THAT DOES NOT PROVOKE
AN ANSWER
CURIOUS ANTICIPATION
POETS PASS BY BOXES OF MACHINE MADE WORDS
THEY HUNGER FOR THE LANGUAGE OF CHILDREN
MACHINE MADE WORDS ARE TOO SOPHISTICATED
LITTLE GIRL POETS RUN AND HIDE
LITTLE BOY POETS GAZE AND DROOL
EVERYONE PRAYS FOR A CLEAN WINDOW
TO OVERCOME OUR INABILITY TO PENETRATE
THE MEANING OF MENTAL AND PHYSICAL REALITY
TO READ AND SPEAK OF OUR DAILY ENCOUNTERS
TO GRASP TIGHTLY OUR SILVER STEEL SPOON
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The sentences run like tributaries across the page – flowing into your eyes (her face has a lovely view) – she left a trail of full stops –
a night of dogs barking at sirens –
stars lose their lustre at the delta –
cry me a bayou she sang,
cold and unconvincing, like touching frozen steel,
a cold knife,
we held hands but drifted slowly part like ice bergs
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EYES DOWN EVERYONE
SATAN SPITS GUNSHOTS
DEFORMED HANDS
WITH INSECT HOLES
EXPERIMENTAL
SHADOWS CAST
A SURVIVOR OF POETRY
THREE POUNDS WITH FEATHERS
YOKO WITHDREW FROM HER MOMMA
IN A SPIRITUAL SENSE A DEAD TREE
EXTRAORDINARY BUT PALE
DRUMS AT NIGHT….PRIMITIVE CULTUS
TRANSFORMATION FORMULAS
WRITTEN ON HER HAND
SHE IS YOUR BANQUET
YOUR LADY EVE
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PLEASE DON’T MENTION THE STRAITJACKET
RELIGIOUS CONVICTIONS CAN LEAD TO BLOWS
MASCULINE SYMPATHY… PROVING ONESELF A MAN
THE SEXUAL EMBRACE OF THE STRAITJACKET
POSSIBLY BORN INCOMPLETE
A PREDATORY ANIMAL
INSINUATIONS
I TRIED TO RUN AWAY
AFRAID OF THE DISEASE
THE PRESSURE-GAUGE SWEATING
FALLING AGAIN AND AGAIN… TREACHEROUS KISS
SPITTING LAP LIPS…INFLAMMATORY
A SERVANT OF SKIN ?
INSTRUMENTS OF THOUGHT
SPECTATORS AFRAID TO MENTION THE STRAITJACKET
SURVIVAL STABS RELIGIOUS CONVICTIONS IN THE BACK
MASCULINE HOSTILITY …EXAGGERATED MISOGYNY
GOD CUT SO DEEP…TO CONQUER THE CALAMITY
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SOME MEN HAVE A REVULSION TO ORIENTAL MEAT
WHO CAN PROVIDE THE ANSWER TO THE RIDDLE ?
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oriental meat cleaved from inbred animals – they have different rules –
different taboos – they don’t have hotels they don’t have bibles –
they are hairy meat
if you say your name three times the equations change
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WOULD YOU PICK UP A DISGRACE FOR ME ?
POSSIBLY A NEW STRAITJACKET
WANNA LOOK GOOD FOR PUBLIC RIDICULE
NO NEED TO MENTION THE INTERROGATIONS
ALL THOSE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE CURIE HOUSE
I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IMPENETRABLE PODS
OR APPLIED OPTICS FOR NUCLEAR WEAPONS
I DID DATE THE DAUGHTER OF THE VEIL
SHE WAS VERY TIGHT LIKE A DUCK
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EACH DAY THE CURTAIN FALLS
CERTIFICATES OF LAUGHTER SIGNED
ONE CAN HEAR THE DRUMS AT NIGHT
POWERFULLY EERIE…THE ELUSIVENESS OF IDENTITY
THE TIMELESS WORLD OF NO CLOCKS
YOU WALK BAREFOOT WITH YOUR SMARTPHONE
ENDLESS BROKEN GLASS ON THE PATH OF BEING CHEATED
NO LONGER BLACK OR WHITE BUT GRAY INSIDE AND OUT
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I CANNOT DOUBT THE TROUBLE SHE MAKES
NAKED: ANTHROPOLOGICAL RAW MATERIAL
MAKING HERSELF DESIRED…FEEDING TROUBLED CURIOSITY
I MEAN…SHE IS HOLLOW AND PARTS PETRIFIED
MECHANICAL LUNGS AND FEATHERS
AND DON’T FORGET 800 MILLION (AMERICAN)
SHE IS A CRIME ALREADY CONSTRUCTED
VARIOUS INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL TISSUES
AN ANCIENT PALE PINK SPONGE DOWN THERE
A DEMON YOU MAY NOT WANT TO GIVE YOURSELF TO
THESE ARE MODERN TIMES AND THAT THING IS MEDIEVAL
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I saw this and knew the certificate of laughter had been scorched –
bus moving snail like –
outside a blind mans guide dog has taken a shit and with plastic bag on hand he tries to pick it up –
no one helps him –
there is shit on the floor –
from the chair in front the waft of weed- drifts floats
the blind man gives up –
the bus isn’t moving –
that’s when it turned grey outside –
but inside it was crimson –
the belly of a whale –
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Sean and Julian –
the story of the man in the iron mask – faces swapped thanks to Joan’s people – surgery was undertaken –
under a city moon
medieval devices make you fear the end – dark times gone
dark times ahead
remember the time when they feared the light –
your cigarette lighter made you a god – they loved the way you held it, like it was a part of you –
the metal machine
personified everything
flames in your hand
she thought she knew everything but she didn’t even know my blood type
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a photograph is an eternal moment
a 100 years from now your youthful portrait
will still be youthful in the throne room
your weird clarity of mind however
is another story
you’ll be daydreaming of finding a thousand dollars
but settle for 25 cents under the soda machine
beware chance, accident, happenstance
where will your dance take you ?
England may ship their senior citizens to Kentucky
no matter how ridiculous you may think
just don’t take off your mask
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I used to sleeping a foetal position but now I lay prone arms crossed over my chest – I am my own corpse with question marks above my head – occasionally I hold my meat
– it’s flaccid
i dream of limp meat
drums dopplering past disappearing faint into the distance over the hills –
only angles or black men play trumpets
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SHOULD SOMEONE TONGUE THE ENTIRE PICTURE ?
STROKES BEHIND THE SHIELD THAT PROTECTS YOUR HEART
TRUMPETS SOUND AT THE PROPER TIME
OH CHRIST OH CHRIST
AND CHRIST COMES
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I KNOW LITTLE OF LIMP MEAT BEING OUTWARD-STEELED
EARLIER FLASHING EXPLOITS COME TO MIND
YOU TRANSFERRED YOUR VOCABULARY FROM THE CURIE HOUSE
YOUR PRIVATE SPACE LOADED WITH POLONIUM
I’VE HEARD PEOPLE CALL YOU GAMMA RAY JUNIOR
PLEASE DON’T CONFUSE TRUMPETS WITH TRIUMPHS
I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOUD HAND AND A SILENT HAND
THEY OFTEN WAVE TO ONE ANOTHER
JOHNNY HOT SPOT JOHNNY COLD SPOT
WHEN IT COMES TO UNSTABLE NUCLEUS BASED POETRY
DOWNY WINGS AND DEVILISH PRIDE ARE IMPORTANT
PURE AMONG THE PURE DEAR BOY
FEET NO LONGER TOUCH THE GROUND
OUR INNER WARRIORS ARE BLOOD RELATED
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GAMMA RAY PARKER UNDER THE RIVETS AND HASPS
HAD A BROTHER NAMED “OPELTON”
THANK GOD THAT IS NOT MY NAME
GAMMA RAY ROBINSON WAS A TAP DANCER
UNTIL SOMEONE DISCOVERED HE WAS SPELLING
OBSCENE WORDS IN MORSE CODE
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Gamma Ray Parker was the father of Colonel Tom Parker – Elvis’ jailer – his shadow – the fat svengali who taught Elvis gyrating hip morse code –
in Vegas he grinded his hips and in Russia they decoded the messages and movement armaments westwards
– the Colonel showed him the quiff – – the use of grease – he collected the hearts he broke and in down time he tried to glue them together –
– Yoko saw the come back special the leather jacket the hair and was torn – the Beatle king or the pelvis?
– Colonel Tom sweated like a moms son which effected his circuitry
he saw no future in rock n roll
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a satisfying way to articulate meat
a bleeding wound and fresh meat
solitary knife making rhyme-sounds
drops of blood are liquid push pins
purely expressive till the conclusion
the bullet to the head
we never talk of my death
you are resistant to interpretation
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CASTRATION AS MEAT HARVEST
THE FAMILIAR ROASTING NUTS
YOU WAVE WITH HOUR HAND AND SECOND HAND
YOUR POINTERS LOVING EACH NUMBER
I CAN SMELL YOUR KANGAROO
THIS TRAGEDY OF FLESH YOUR MEAT
DRAMA IN THE SKIN AND ON THE PLATE
I SILENTLY LAUGH AT YOUR EMPLOYMENT
A JAGGED EDGE FROM THE CUTLERY
HIGHLY COLORED YOU CARVE AND CARVE
WHAT DOES IT REALLY FEEL LIKE ?
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she would slam the meat down on the counter and slap it hard – she liked the sound –
massaged it –
tactile Yoko with her smooth hands – she’d score the meat deep –
tic tac toe patterns –
lattice work on dead skin –
she had her own dry rub –
a secret family recipe she would caress and rub into the meat – she never pictured the meat as alive – she never thought about its life – it was born limbless and dead – Sean would spy on the rubbing through cracks in the door
when the Beatles king died she didn’t hear the shot
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SO STRANGE TO THINK THAT MEAT IS BLIND
somewhere something mourns the loss of flesh
PAIN AND GRIEF FOLLOWS A LOSS OF MEAT
ALTHOUGH NAMED AGAIN AND AGAIN IN THE MARKET
THE ATTACHED IMAGE OF A NAME IS UNNERVING
ONE DAY WILL I BE ON YOUR PLATE ?
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ENGLISH SENIOR CITIZENS IN KENTUCKY
THEIR TORTURE WILL VARY
EACH BEARING A CROSS
REPEATING THE WORDS
TO “A CANDLE IN THE WIND”
DAY AFTER DAY
THE INCREASED WEIGHT OF GRIEF
WILL PRESS THEM INTO THE GROUND
UNTIL THEY THEMSELVES ARE THEIR COFFINS
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——————————THE DAY SHE DIED——————————————-
MULTIPLICATION OF CALVARY:MULTIPLICATION OF CALVARY
ONE DAY THE SUCCESSIVE GIFTS WILL STOP: THE SHOP CLOSED
NO LONGER STATIONARY, DEATH REMOVES THE WEDDING DRESS
THE JEWELS REMOVED, THE SHROUD HELD DOWN WITH PUSH PINS
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WAS THE ROSETTA STONE MADE OF MEAT ?
YOU TOLD THE DOCTOR THAT YOU DREAM OF GHOSTS
I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL HIM
PUBLIC MADNESS CAN PUT YOU IN A BOX
A PLACE WHERE THEY SUBSTITUTE YOUR EYES
A PLACE WHERE PHANTOMS ARE REAL
MEDICATION HAS MADE YOU UNINTELLIGIBLE
ALL YOUR PRONOUNS START WITH DRAMA
HOUNDED PREY YOUR WORDS
I CARRY A STICK
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“POPSICKLE” OR “POPSICLE”
HAMMER BLOWS TO THE HEADSTONE
JUST TRY TO NAME A DREAM
ANY ATTEMPT WILL BE A MISTAKE
IN KENTUCKY IF YOU VISIT A GAS STATION BATHROOM
YOU CAN SEE DREADFUL COMEDY ON THE RIM OF THE COMMODE
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obsessed with the more sordid aspects of life
splits in the poet’s nature
multiple projections of these splits
a touch of self-hatred
inherent vulgarity
nobility without a nerve or a brain
yellow pillow cases of artificiality
motivated by meat
happy people never go to parties
relatives who live in cowsheds
torrents of abuse
refusing to date local mongrels
slavish servility
materialism: external appearances
unscrupulous impulses
lip service to God
animal acts in the bedroom
childhood conditioning
senior citizens rolling in dirt
outhouse salad
white stockings on a nurse
conflicting views of the sexual act
fingering a lower-class trollop
excessive meat prejudices
lie, cheat, steal to advance
profound spiritual crisis
ladders of degradation
derelict marriage
golden pubic nest
globs on a handkerchief
Baptist meat
electrical genital apparatus
rectal torment
allegorical names
chronological time
the curie house
THOUGHTS AT 8:30am
10/25/2013
FLORIDA
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hammer and sickle – old school soviet fur hat – not needed in the Floridian sun – far removed the Kentuckian commode – this little piece of theatre
-the coded calls of the bingo caller
-even if no one reads this I know it’s been written and one day I’ll put this all in a book for my children’s
children’s
children’s
children’s
robot to read
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MEAT CAN PLAY A MUCH MORE CENTRAL ROLE
POSSIBLY MORE SYMPATHETIC
MEAT WITH A MATERNAL QUALITY
MEAT THAT YOU CALL “MOMMY”
TENDERNESS…..WARMTH
YOU CAN BECOME THE SUPERHUMAN SON
YOU CAN HIDE THE FACT THAT YOU WOULD LIKE SOMEONE
TO SQUEEZE THE FLUID OUT OF YOU
PUT IT IN A DARK PLACE BESIDE VANITIES AND GUILT
YOU CAN MAKE IT YOUR SOURCE OF INSPIRATION
(the sound of oral soup in the jail cell)
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poetry comes much easier
if you wipe poop on your forehead
you cannot resist the pulls of the body
you can resist the push but it ends in a mess
push is excremental
pull is sexual
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whenever she walked through metal detectors they went off – her algebra was strong – the story she carried in her head was always eight foot from completion – the big knuckle on the hermaphrodite hand – the assembly line monotony the prong of the forks – we try to write about something other than what we could see
– strung words together like stitched pieces of cloth
– pensioners relocated to factories in Kentucky to make the words the Gideon’s pimp
I am not the same person she knew
we stored the residue in jars and hoped
and hoped something would happen
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people call late at night and want to discuss problems of the flesh
continued intimacy with the fingers…athletic single-sex
everything is a rehearsal…one hand grows stronger
milking anticipation of its intricate imaginings
THE SEAM OF THE ROD:CARESS THEN SALUTE
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SONY JUST RELEASED A SMALL TRANSISTOR RADIO IN KENTUCKY
BENZEDRINE WAS THE DRUG OF CHOICE: HOMEMADE VELCRO
THE PUBLIC WAS PARROTING EUROPEAN IMPERFECTIONS
EVERY SMALL TOWN HAD AT LEAST ONE WHIRLPOOL OF AMUSEMENT
SEMIBARBARIC PEOPLE: EDUCATED SURROGATES
GYPSIES IN A GOLDEN AGE OF WINSTONS AND SALEMS
ALL AGES INFECTED WITH AN INSATIABLE YEARNING
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those talk shows – disparate voices drift in from the hinterlands meshing over the kilohertz’s – anonymous confessions of the recent discretions – the slap of flesh on flesh (it all looks so
stupid –
naked – the faces we make)
imperfections
in dark rooms they touch themselves with the voices for comfort smoking cigarettes that never end the voices are relentless amphetamine fuelled yearnings
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WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT THE LANGUAGE MAP OF PEOPLE LIVING IN KENTUCKY ?
HAND MOVEMENTS…RANDOM OR NON-RANDOM…GESTURAL POETRY
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TALK SHOWS OF ORDINARY MEN AND WOMEN
CREATURES OF PASSION
AND SINISTER EMOTIONS
DEPICTING THIS STRUGGLE
EMPLOYMENT FORCES ONE TO PERFORM
WEARISOME AND HUMILIATING DUTIES
DIVIDED BY A DEATH NO GLUE CAN CORRECT
EVERYONE LONGING FOR HAPPINESS
A DAILY TOUR DE FORCE
INTERCAUGHT THREADS IN THE FABRIC
VENOMOUS DEW ON LIPS AND HIPS
MOURNERS MOUNTING THE MOURNED
THIS IS UNNATURAL
CALL 911
VILE THINGS IN THE AFTERLIFE AND FRANCE
NOT A SINGLE PERSON CAN ADD OR SUBTRACT
ONE MUST WADE GRIEF
HOLD MY HAND
GAIT IS EVERYTHING
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ANYTHING COMING FROM THE OUTSIDE WOULD DESTROY ITS SACREDNESS
heavy steps in boots made of lead…treading through the Curie House
nervous laughter of the mind facing the worst
struggles straight from Genesis
go around the corner and you may be safe
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employment as the lowest common denominator – the slow death – the repetition of tasks – offices with closed doors – mouse monitor the clack of keyboards – outside it’s raining a phalanx of umbrellas, brightly coloured, bank logos, sharp points, dead spies, poisoned bounce along – the Solent green tea machine – you must ALWAYS wear your ID card – ALWAYS – your name flashes up in a screen – some numbers tick over –
chewed pen hangman noose doodles ticking clock brings you no closer to salvation
unlike the hotel cleaning ladies with their Bible studies in other peoples rooms
I hold my own hands to get through this
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DETERMINED REPAIRS—CAN WE MEND YOUR INSTRUMENT ?
POSSIBLY REPLACE THE SINISTER PUNCTUATION ?
I REMEMBER THE LAST UTTERANCE
“I TRIED TO MAKE IT FIT”
THE SEAM UP THE SIDE CAME UNDONE
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MINIATURE MEAT FOR SALE
GNAT-SIZE OR SMALLER
YOU PASSED A NOTE IN CLASS
“I AM VERY HUNGRY”
HUNGER HAS NASTY CLAWS
PREOCCUPIED, LIFE PASSES BY
LIPS CAN EXPRESS KINSHIP
PLATONIC HAS NO CHAIR
AT THE TABLE
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This can all be fixed
this can all be replaced
for a price,
a bigger hole?
If rigidity is a problem we have implants – we have extra skin, spare meat, we can fix the seam
it will gleam shiny and new
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SELF-CONSTRICTION….I SQUEEZED MYSELF OUT
RESTLESS AND DANGEROUS
BRIDLE YOUR TONGUE
A POET CAN ONLY BE MEASURED BY HIS CENSORSHIP
the drum beats at night—the world of bones and other skeletal residue
each native holds a map to the cavernous abyss
recollections of past agony
receivers of poetry
each with a hand to hold
each soft hand sufficient
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receivers of poetry—minimizing and maximizing
each with a hand to hold—slide and ooze
soft hissing from the parted coral pink lips
try not to lose your footing
reluctance, then uncontrollable trembling
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any identification with the readers ?
non-believers in the corner crying
the surrender to something other than ourselves
real self-forgiveness not the dollar store kind
stretching the imagination—escape comes to mind
struggling in the wilderness
a fugitive, a vagabond, a soul of disobedience
you eat from the angel’s hand
startling imagery—I beg you to write it down
the medium of words—the embrace of thought
the bright colors of Emily Dickinson’s ape butt
alarmed at her behavior her desire to be mounted
the proportion of her root-hole
you with your Johnny Boy scientific speculation
you wanted to measure it and add that figure to your Man from Uncle Tally
to smell the discharge and write awkward poetry about it
to lube up a fist and set off all the alarms
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variety and multiplicity
as opposed to sinking into the grave
full circumference makes your brain spin
you want to do something with push pins and string
to flash your mirror and communicate with jets
to point north like a human compass
to have merry dancers in your underpants
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ARE YOU COMPLETE JOHNNY BOY ?
SO EASY FOR YOU TO LOSE YOURSELF/FIND YOURSELF
SECRETLY WANTING TO MEASURE CREATIVE POTENTIAL
YOU YIELDED TO ALL THOSE BOOKS
AGE DRIVES YOU TO ALTERNATE READING
EVERYONE SMELLS YOUR KANGAROO
AMBIGUITIES BEYOND THE LIMITING CIRCLE
THE FLESH SYMBOLS FOR PARENTS
THE CIRCUS TENT BROTHER ATTEMPTED
SUPERIMPOSED ON A PULPY ORANGE NECK
EXALTING SOVEREIGNTY
GO AWAY BROTHER
STARTLING ALIEN
ANOTHER DAY PERHAPS
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THE RELUCTANT REBEL—ANXIOUS TO SUBMIT
EVIL VOICES—-CONCERNED FRIENDS
NEVER TO QUESTION ATTACHMENT
READING HAS MADE AN IMMORAL LIFE RESPECTABLE
BOUTS OF HUMILIATION AND WALKING THE PLANK
POEMS ABOUT MASCULINE-LOOKING TWEEDS
A BROTHER WHO EMPLOYS NUMEROUS IMITATIONS
A MYSTERIOUS CHAP IN A CIRCUS TENT
HAPPY STROKES ON AN ORANGE NECK
QUARREL CLIMAX QUARREL CLIMAX
THE SCREECH OF YOUR ORGAN
FINDING ITSELF AT THE STOP SIGN
FOOTNOTES: NO LOVE TODAY
YOUR LIVINGROOM LIKE A CROWDED BUS
AGENTS OF A FOREIGN POWER ARE LISTENING
THE ASSASSINATION OF ABE IS STILL OF INTEREST
CLINGING EXHAUSTEDLY TO YOUR WORDS
EVERYDAY REALISM, HANDSOME AND DEBONAIR
NAKED BEAUTY CANNOT BE LONG SUSTAINED
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AGENTS OF FOREIGN CORRESPODENCE
THOUSANDS OF POKES IN THE FACADE
REMINISCENCES WITHOUT LOOKING
GUARDED REMINISCENCES
EXPLICITNESS BENEATH THE SURFACE
A DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT KIND OF WORK
CONSCIOUS AND UNMISTAKABLE
AVANT-GARDE STABILITY AND GRANDEUR
FREEDOM PURCHASED AGAIN AND AGAIN
YOU KNOW LITTLE OF THE GHETTO DRUMS
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words lost in the push and pull, mutilated in translation,
cut up and spliced together,
the poets attempt to create a new language of simile,
discarded letters float to the top of the lake, suture them all together
businesses try to sponsor letters, corporate battles to own the vowels,
tolls collected on words over 4 letters, impoverished people speak in caveman ughs
I try to write it all down to
capture it
butterflies in nets
fish on hooks
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TAKE OFF THE SPACE SHIP FABRIC
NO MORE ANDROGYNOUS
RETURN TO THE LAND OF THE DESEXUALIZED
FAILURES MUST BE DISTINGUISHED FROM SUCCESSES
THERE IS NO COMPROMISE IN CIVILIZED CONSTRAINT
COUNTLESS INVISIBLE SEAMS
SHIFTS AND TRANSITIONS
CONFLICTING SIGNALS
IN THE AUDIO-VISUAL WORLD
WORDS ARE NO LONGER IMPORTANT
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ISOLATED BY LONELINESS
EACH DAY WAS AN EXPERIMENT
SOCIAL ACCIDENTS—THE CONSEQUENCES OF CONTACT
EMILY WAS SHOCKED AT THE NAKEDNESS OF HANDS
A VERY PRIVATE MEANS OF TOUCH AND CARESS
MECHANICAL GLOVES THAT MADE HER CRY
IN PRIVATE CINEMATIC MOMENTS
WE WOULD SHARE HANDS
copyright 2013: anthropomorphism and Emily Dickinson
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physic contact makes the written word obsolete – speaking in sign
speaking in silence
I need a new alphabet
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a cinematic moment from your past
you looked at the woman
and it was as if her face was a camera
romance was suddenly mechanical
pastoral reality was replaced by steel and shadows
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Emily Dickinson was the queen of obsessional gravity
her life was a Jules Verne novel inside a shoebox
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the symbolic currency of a new alphabet
would only ignite a new urban capitalism
another new library
suspended eggs over the frying pan
I vote for hot coffee and the burning end of an Italian cigarette
petty hoodlums and prostitutes make the best poets
when I try to bake a wordy cake I always lack an ingredient
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the shoebox had holes to allow the words to breath –
as a child she kept pets in boxes but never pierced holes and they died – dead pets she buried
a fixation with death (or a fixation with boxes?)
she said prayers in dead languages
and fiddled her nub
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OVER ONE MILLION MEN WANT TO KNOW MORE
ABOUT THE NUB FIDDLING*
ESPECIALLY THE NUB ACTIVITY OF EMILY DICKINSON !!!
AN ACT OF PERSONAL FULFILLMENT
SOLUTION OR DISSOLUTION ?
GUILTY MASOCHISTIC THOUGHTS ?
“THERE ARE WORDS I DON’T KNOW”
THE SCHIZOPHRENIA OF THE NUB
PHYSICAL TOUCH AND THEN AN EXTENSION
THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL—DEPTH
*nub fiddling is the same as nub rubbing
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TOSS IT MEAT TO DISTRACT IT
THE FEAR OF HUMILIATION AND DEGRADATION
EVERY EFFORT TO ADVOID BEING FEMINIZED
EVERY EFFORT TO ENGAGE IN COMBATIVE BEHAVIOR
FORGET MEANINGFUL INTERPERSONAL CONGRESS
POETS SHOULD BE SUBORDINATE
PLEASE ERASE ANY WORDS ASKING FOR HELP
try to inflict pain on others…regardless of the cost
non-violent negotiation is cancer
the recovery of the past is a waste
only idiots rethink or reread
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going 900 mph I had to learn to delay leaving the roadway
this mutual simultaneous thing
half-remembered pressing the tongue
to the roof of the mouth
traction on the scrotum
haphazardly lewd
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Thoughts at 17:06 – not going at 900mph
the sun gives false hope,
bright and I squint but car windows are frozen – trees are changing – buildings are boarded up –
this bus has stopped –
repetition repetition repetition –
she asked me “a penny for your thoughts”…three hours later she’s still listening – this morning Johnny Boy looked green in the mirror – the numbers never added up –
the song in my ears is called “the petrified florist” –
it makes me thinks but when i see her we smile at the edges the corners move
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the residual effect of listening to her voice
that lingers when she’s gone – her smell engrained –
we tried to count the stars the sheep that jumped
the raindrops that fell –
lines were drawn –
lines that separate then from now – us and them –
my ex-classmates will have different memories
they will recall the same events from different angles
different perspectives
her silhouette is magisterial
pay them no mind
they know not what they do
now close the door
I can hear the drums
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LISTEN HONEYBEAR, IF YOU HEAR THE DRUMS
YOU MUST DO MORE THAN SHUT THE DOOR
YOU MUST NAIL IT SHUT
AND LOCK YOURSELF IN THE CELLAR OR ATTIC
HIDE YOUR STUNNING ARTIFACTS AND YOUR YEARBOOKS
HOW EXCITING—TO LIVE IN A POST-NEWTONIAN WORLD
YOU ARE FAMOUS FOR HAVING PENETRATED
MORE DEEPLY THAN OTHER MODERNS
GIFTED WITH SUCH UNUSUAL SENSIBILITY
YOU CARRY YOUR MOON-LANDING SO WELL
THE TREASURES YOU HAVE UNEARTHED
AND PLACED ON PAPER AS WORDS
VIRGIN VOWELS UNIQUE
IMPOSSIBLE OF DUPLICATION
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MADAME CURIE SAID THAT YOUR RECENT POOP
CREATED A SEISMIC SHOCK
YE OF INCESSANT QUESTIONS
BE PREPARED FOR UNEXPECTED ANSWERS
THE MOTIVE OF THE ORGAN
THE MOTIVE OF THE MEAT
you stayed up late at night: “The Nude Descending a Staircase”
THOUSANDS OF TIMES I TOLD YOU:
ANATOMY IS DESTINY
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modern municipal life: copyright@unthinkingly perpetuated:2013
RAGAMUFFINS AS CLASSMATES
HELPERS AND SERVERS
the Angel of the Hand
THE DISTANCE TRAVELED IN CHILDHOOD
BASKING IN THE WARMTH OF MASCULINE POTENCY
NOT WANTING TO BE PECULIAR
UNDERLYING MEANINGS
OFTEN THIRSTY FOR DITCHWATER
IMMEDIATE PHYSICAL PLEASURE
LECHEROUS RED MEAT
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FORCED INTO A LIFE OF PROSTITUTION
HOMICIDAL MANIACS (diabolical eunuchs)
GOATISH LOVE HORN (robust…feverish)
ANGER AND HATRED OF THE FLESH
BEYOND THE BODY (highly colored backside)
DARE NOT MENTION THE SAILORS IN THE SHOWER
THE DIVIDED LOVE-HATE FEELINGS YOU INHERITED
DESIRING TO DOMINATE AND BE DOMINATED
SCIENTIFIC INCEST
THE SATISFACTION—DETESTED YET WELCOME
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Apropos of nothing / an aside…
In front she smells fresh,fragrant, like a flower in a duffel coat.
I won’t read the paper.
It’s all nonsense.
Tittle tattle.
Outside, now, it’s raining, summer is long gone, a phalanx of umbrellas, brightly coloured, bank logos, sharp points, dead spies, poisoned, have impeded my movements, disturbed my gait.
Stepping over the shadows and ghosts. Stepping over cracks.
I need to wake up. Somnambulist.
Opposite the bus stop I watch everyday as they build a new building. It has a skeletal frame. Metal bones. Rivets. Sparks jumping. Metal cracks metal. The sound of the foundry. Men in hard hats. Big trucks choke the streets delivering supplies. A building where people can do business. Another prison. The builders pirouette across girders like ballerina in luminous tabards and steel toe cap boots. Balance. The world needs balance. Flimsy barriers offer an illusion of protection but if one should fall…
if one fell
a
contorted body in the shape of a swastika
blood leaking from a head wound the sound of impact,
a hard hat rolls away,
comes to a halt at someone’s clean shoes
eyes peering through neighbouring windows (this will put them off their breakfast)
a gaggle of pedestrians become bystanders
forming a circle around the corpse some take photos others stand with an ‘o’ for a mouth – no one calls 999 –
some people get bored and move on
(the blood stain remains for the next couple of days. A Rorschach inkblot, fading. I see a horned head, a family picnic, a two tonne butterfly.
Each day I watch it fade until, like the corpse, it’s gone,
a memory)
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the construction worker who fell was a woman
she was a mother and a wife
she had been sad for years
sometimes her vision was fuzzy
life was total warfare
a scientific experiment gone wrong
all those words spoken
treacherous
explicit, befuddled
poisonous insinuations
a husband who made her knuckle under
gave her children in return for love
sex for attention
incomplete love on a one-way street
inferior and unreliable servant love
coarse underneath, a half-beast
he soiled, he trampled, rolled her in the dirt
and now just look at her external appearance
muck on concrete, emancipated
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white people on the ladder of degradation
slobbering and shoe-kissing
dramatizing the need for a dollar
short-lived commitments on the stripper circuit
life remains at a distance
only the bell buoy booms
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OFTEN THIRSTY FOR DITCHWATER
just think about that line for two minutes
can you escape the commercial-mindedness of 2013 ?
the thought of drinking ditchwater somehow captures the feel of reality
to be more alive than those who drink water from France
life is more than a story to be turned into a poem or a movie script
the sense and value of things are elusive
dialogue is the sharp knife in the back
we must lend our shapes but not our words
we must be meat and we will be meat !!!
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thirsty for ditchwater cracked lipped on bended knees (you look religious) you drink from your reflection –
the poets words will not feed a hungry man
the hungry man has time for words –
words are a luxury
we will survive but we will be changed
(French water is volcanic) –
the knife the hand sharp sides
give them dignity not this
what they get
I wait with her for the cycle to start again from zero
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cracked lips make the seamstress crazy
expediency (oral fissures demand it)
brothel girls march in front of the hungry man
he with his pockets full of words
the hole in his sock
leaking one infant at a time
they populate this fatuous comedy
our little crosspatch
our stage from birth
our sense of truth
often vulgar
I gladly hand you all the living persons
please motivate them and set them free
open their theatre of existence
remove their blackguard knives
although too operatic… history must be finished
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SHE WAS THE OWNER OF A PASSIONATE AND CONVULSIVE CYCLE
EVERYONE PLAYING THEIR PART….GIANT ROLE-PLAYING LIES
PEEPING TOMS TORTURED WITH IMAGES AND ACTIONS
THE RULES OF THE GAME ARE FIXED
CRIMINALS PLAY ANOTHER KIND OF DRAMA
THE CODE OF THE UNDERWORLD
A REALITY WHERE EYES NEVER CLOSE
SINNERS PAUSE THEIR VISION FOR SLEEP
GUILTY PEOPLE DREAM ABOUT BEING GUILTY
CHILDREN TRY TO REMAIN CHILDREN
THEIR ORGANS PLUNGE THEM INTO ADULTHOOD
BY IMPERSONATION THEY DRINK, FIGHT, AND MATE
IMPRISONED WITHOUT DEFINITION
THEIR VENT LOATHSOME
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we used to write but we had to stop – words can lose their emphasis on paper – the meanings lost without a voice –
(the ink sinks deep
into
…)
a room of Tesla coils hair standing on end electricity
and lust
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OUT OF A SOUND SLEEP THIS MORNING
I SUDDENLY REALIZED
WHY YOU MENTIONED
THAT THE RIGHT SLEEVE
OF YOUR WHITE SHIRT WAS FRAYED
AT THE WRIST
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Sherlock Holmes could spot a wanker a mile off due to a frayed cuff –
do they say wanker in Florida?
do they wank in Kentucky, the retired bingo hall workers, the leather skinned war horses
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YOKO STANDS OUTSIDE THE CURIE HOUSE IN A FUR COAT
SHE IS EATING LIMBURGER CHEESE MADE IN KENTUCKY
I CAN SEE YOU TOUCHING HER AS IF SHE IS A TAMABLE BEAST
REMEMBER JOHNNY, SHE HAS WORLD WAR TWO TEETH
IN HER YOUTH SHE WAS PLAYFUL BUT NOW SHE IS TIGHT AND DRY
PLEASE DON’T START HER HEART-BREAKING SINGING ACT
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GEOGRAPHY IS OFTEN REDUCTIVE AND OVERSIMPLIFIED
I WANT TO STAND UP AND RENDER A COMPLEX ADULT RESPONSE
HAVE YOU NO CAPACITY FOR TACTILE SENSATION ?
THROW YOUR EYES AND EARS IN THE TRASHCAN
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A SENTENCE MEANDERING
(feelings serve as the subsoil)
DAILY PHYSICAL PRESSURE
FOOD, WARMTH, AND SHELTER
OFTEN TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR
GRAY INTERIOR BEDROOM
SHE HAS BECOME A PUPPET
THREATS OF SEPARATION
SILENT AND OTHERWISE
DEPARTURE
TENSION
THE UNFOLD OF NO MORE
EXTENDED ATTENTION TO PATHOS
LOVE IS VIEWED FROM A DISTANCE
LOVE IS A BAD TOOTH IN A DILEMMA
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SOMEDAY THEY WILL TRY TO RECONSTRUCT THE SKELETON OF YOKO
IT WILL BE A DESCENT INTO A DISORDERED WORLD
SUPERIMPOSING IMAGES OF JESUS LADDERS GOING BOTH WAYS
COMPRESSION OF SIGNIFICANT DETAILS
BLUE-BLACK BULLS MYSTERIOUSLY SILENT
HILLBILLIES IN KENTUCKY MAKING LIMBURGER CHEESE
BEATLE TUNES ABOUT LITTLE REVOLVERS
DRIZZLING RAIN AND THOUGHTS ABOUT UMBRELLAS
MENTAL ESCAPE THROUGH CROWDS OF BOBBING UMBRELLAS
MEN WITH SPECTACLES WOMEN WITH SOBS
DAYDREAMS OF NOSEDIVING INTO SEQUIM
CLINGING EXHAUSTEDLY TO A MOTEL POST
REALISM THAT IS REMINISCENT OF YOUNGER LOVE
THE OPENING STAGES OF DOWN THERE
WHEN IT WAS EASY TO BE HANDSOME AND DEBONAIR
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resentment is a campground outside the gates of boyhood
the woods of unfulfilled longings
the intimidating size of giants
girls with manicured hands
saying never to sodomy
hand laundry or nothing
perpetual stiffness
the company of other men
citizenship with no privileges
(labor intensive/costly in time and energy/outside the mercy of what-could-have-been)
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THE MALE PRIVILEGE OF OBJECTIFYING HER INTO A CYCLE
IF ROMANCE IS A CULINARY EVENT–PULL OUT THE CUTLERY
GYNECOLOGICAL PROCEDURES ON THE TABLE
TOSS THE BIBLICAL AND CRANK UP THE UROLOGICAL
BARBARIAN VULVA UNUSUALLY RESPONSIVE
THE BORDER CROSSING IS THE BEST PART
THE BORDER CROSSING AND WINGED SEED
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REMEMBER JOHNNY, SHE HAS WORLD WAR TWO TEETH
SHE MAY BE A CITIZEN AND EXHIBIT CITIZENSHIP
BUT SHE HAS NEVER STOPPED FEELING LIKE AN OUTSIDER
AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT CARRYING DANGEROUS SEEDS
ETHNIC IDENTITY WITH WINGS
SEARCHING FOR A NEW SENSE OF HOME
HER DISPLACEMENT IS ROMANTICALLY CARNIVALESQUE
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THE DRUMS SPEAK OF A RAVISHING ENJOYMENT
AS AN ACT OF DEFIANCE
IN THE FACE OF DEFIANCE
SMALL, DELICATE PARTS
VULNERABLE PSYCHES
PERSPIRED WITH LUST
THE LACK OF QUESTION MARKS
WHAT DOES IT MEAN*
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(a stolen line)…
the census figures came back wrong, there’s an extra in our midst,
there is an irrational fear of
immigrants – a poisonous irrational fear – why fear the unknown? – fear the known I told the class before I escaped…
government departments with three letter abbreviations will always spy on you –
angry letters in the local papers –
– he she we –
not an hour passes when I don’t think of her –
wisdom comes with aged teeth –
in the days of rationing people had to forgo meat they ate paper, couches, clothes, dirt
men became boys and wept
boys became men and wept
she has always been
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*
I can’t tell you what it means multiplemicheal – can you tell me?
the lack of questions marks
the points of reference, often blunted, are never stationary, never fixed,
there will be vicissitudes
meanderings
stay on the path and off the moors BEWARE THE WOLVES
bequeath me the fork
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SHE SAID THAT ALL THE THINGS
WERE JUST THE TIPS OF THE HORNS
THE LURKING NOSTALGIA FOR MOMMY AND DADDY
HAVING HAD TO PARTICIPATE
JOYLESS ACTS…….ADULT LIPS DROOLING CONTRADICTIONS
SLY TACT AT THE TABLE…..EMOTIONAL COLLISIONS
CLIMATIC BRUTALITY AND SILENCE
SIGNIFICANT DETAILS………TIMEBOMB WITHOUT ESCAPE
YES, THERE WERE SURVIVORS
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ORAL TRANSMISSIONS THROUGH THE HORNS
BOUTS OF ORDERED MADNESS
DARKER HUE FAMILY MOMENTS
WORDS FROM AN OPEN-CAGE ELEVATOR
WORDS BECOME LESSONS
LOCKED IN PERSONAL TORMENT
BRIGHT BLUE ERRORS
SUCKING PATTERNS OF NEUROSIS
IMPRISONED IN ADOLESCENCE
NEWLYWED COUPLE ROMANCE
CHERRY ORCHARD KISSES
PIVOTAL PLEASURE
HAVING HAD TO PARTICIPATE
TO REPAIR THE SPIDER’S WEB
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OUR GENDERING ACTIVITY—ERASERS TO ERASE HOMO FROM SEXUAL
AN ABUNDANCE OF MALES IN THE BUSHES AT NIGHT
NOT A SINGLE FLASHLIGHT—DISTURBING IMAGES EYES OPEN
SIGNS WERE POSTED REMINDING READERS THAT THE DENIAL OF ENJOYMENT
WAS VITAL TO THE SURVIVAL OF AMERICA…THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
THICK CAKED MERINGUE ON FORK PRONGS UNWASHED
SELF-SABOTAGE IS COMMON AT LEVIATHAN CUTLERY
HATRED AND REVULSION AT THE COST OF SELF-ERASURE
YES IS TWISTED INTO NO….RED-HAIRED FOLKS ARE IN DEMAND
UNAPOLOGETIC EYES AT THE PEEPHOLE……FIRE DOWN BELOW
CAUCASIAN PEOPLE THANK GOD THEY’RE NOT CHINESE
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FETAL SLEEP OF THE CHILD IN THE MOTHER’S OVEN
THE LAKE OF BURNING FLAMES….RED HOT TENDERNESS AND LOVE
IN THE MIDST OF THE FIRE ALL REMNANTS ARE BEYOND SALVAGE
MILK AND BLOOD NO LONGER NOURISH…WITHOUT SCABS WOUNDS SWEAT
CHILDREN TAKE PLEASURE IN THE SHADE OF A CLOUD OF FLIES
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finger-drumming, doodling, poetry on the fly
while others are on a tightrope
you have your little rickety standing
you’ve grown to like having a laugh-track
too marshmallowy for me
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the path covered with cartoon cutouts
the joy of holding hands
in the cinema of memory
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YOU WAKE UP WITH HOME-SWEET-HOME IN YOUR SHORTS
OVER-ACHIEVING IN A LONG DROUGHT
EROTIC PURSUIT IN THORNS
WALKING ON BROKEN GLASS
JOHNNY BOY TOUR DE FORCE
TWINKLING IN THE MENTAL SKY
MEASURING EMOTIONAL DENSITY
the beginning: subject evidences sexuality
the middle: suicidal/nihilistic traits under the rug
the end: confidence inspired by the new girl
*bruised ego by a troupe
of clog dancers: 2013
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cut outs must resemble real people –
real people
remember that in the future
there were real people
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REAL PEOPLE ARE GRAVEDIGGERS IN THE CEMETERY CALLED LIFE
CHILDREN COLLECT THE HAIR FALLEN FROM ANCIENT SKULLS
NO MATTER WHAT, YOUR CHILDREN WILL NOT BE CONTORTIONISTS
LIFE IS KNOBBED WITH WHIRLING PAIN
EVERYTHING BECOMES PERSONIFIED
ALMOST LITERALLY
DIVINE PERVERSION
IS A TERRIBLE PERVERSION
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THROUGH THE VEINS……THE SAP OF MATHEMATICS
how can you make music with push pins and white cotton string ?
DAILY LIFE: LIKE A BEETLE IN A SHOE BOX
YOU SCARE ME WITH YOUR YARDSTICK
POET STUCK IN OPPOSITE METHOD
STOP THE INFINITE FRACTIONS OF ALEBRAIC RATIOS
PERISHABLE CONCEPTUAL THINKING ?
priceless valentine from A. B. Novikoff
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gravediggers often come in contact with poisonous flowers
tumors, superstition, and backroom debauchery
petty-bourgeois backroom debauchery
intolerable cold slab
the long wait
frenzied action almost honeymoon wild
intense frenzied action often seen in adult movies
no holy banners for the corpse
death, more laughable than impressive
the act was a token of something more
a thing-in-itself
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gravediggers fear the onset of winter – the hard ground
unforgiving on blunt shovels
– frost attached to branch and leaf
– the chattering bones of mourners cold air smoke rings escape their mouths –
black clothes stand out against winter backdrops –
intolerable cold slabs
save the burials for warmer times
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I went to another country yesterday –
they had never heard of you or seen the photos –
the gravediggers were on strike – bodies in the streets –
unfamiliar ratios
strange currency
beetles in shoeboxes rattle in the dark – under beds with the monsters
this is no time to look back at yesterday –
I was in a different country then
strange language of the new maths
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VISIT THE PSYCHIATRIST….. CONQUER THE PSYCHIATRIST
OVERDOING BOTH NIGHT AND DAY
THAT MOUTH WITH ITS NIAGARA OF WORDS
SHE CAN TALK HERSELF OUTDOORS
IN ARITHMETICAL ROMANCE
DRIVING MEN TO RECUPERATION
UNDERWEAR IS FOR THE LAZY
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DAYS OF SEXUAL HEAT DOWNSTREAM
THE TEETH CAR-CRASHING WITH EACH KISS
CURIOSITY OUTSIDE THE TAVERN
***************CURIOSITY OUTSIDE THE CEMETERY
UNCHANGEABLE FACTS….CADAVERS SURROUND YOU
YOU ARE OUT OF THE GAME—NOT BACK IN ( the short end of the stick )
THE MARRIAGE BED WITH A HIDDEN GUN
NIGHTS OF HEART-TO-HEART WITH THE GUN
INCESSANT BLOWS AND CRUEL STIMULI
DADDY GUN FORCES THEM TO STAY OUTDOORS
THE THEATRICS OF POWER
BANG BANG IS KNOWLEDGE
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ARTFUL DODGING THE HARD GROUND
POETRY A TEMPORARY REPRIEVE
BEING WALLED OFF FROM THE WORLD
BLUNT SHOVELS RUBBING YOUR BEHIND
FECAL MATTER AND FROST
THE FAMOUS POET:
ROBERT FECAL-FROST
WOMEN READ THOSE POEMS AND PULL THE WINGS OFF FLIES
I LIKE THE ONE ABOUT THE SQUAT BEHIND THE BUSH
THE LEATHERY SKIN SO GUILTY OF TRIGGERING SIN
EACH MAN WAS AN INVADER
A PISTOL
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YOU’VE SQUEEZED MY LABORATORY DRY
SIGNS AND MARKERS
ODD FOREHEADS ON YOUR RELATIVES
PRECURSORS
READING AND IMAGINING
TAKING A PHOTOGRAPH
OVERLAPPING
ALMOST VANDALIZING MEMORIES
I READ YOU CRAVING FOR APPROVAL
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healthy testicles are never buried
they are grafted onto fruit trees
with secret horror I fear their thoughts
are they hell-bent to rape and sodomize ?
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OBAMA SHOWED US HIS ISCHIO-RECTAL ABCESSES TODAY
HUNGRY WOLVES ARE A SURE CURE
I TRIED TO CALL FRANCE BUT THEY WERE HAVING NUMBER PROBLEMS
THE PETRIFIED FLORIST IS FAMOUS FOR MUFFLED FARTS
JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU DON’T NEED SOUND IN ORDER TO SMELL
—-THE SMELL WAS THE PRODUCT OF LONG CONTEMPLATION—-
NO HOLDS BARRED WHEELBARROW CHEESE
WITTICISMS AND ESCAPADES AND BROWN PADS
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EACH DAY A NEW PLOT OF ERRORS
DECEPTIONS AND SELF-DECEPTIONS BEFORE LEAVING THE HOUSE
THOUGHTS OF THE MANIACAL OLD MAN
WHERE WAS DADDY—-ARE THINGS AS DARK AS EVER ?
BEGGING SOME POOR SOUL TO CONSENT ?
NEEDS ON TOP OF NEEDS AND THEN THE MEMORIES OF ANGER
INCREASINGLY PATHOLOGICAL…..BEYOND DISTURBING
THE INDIGNITY OF STAYING ALIVE TOO LONG
AND THEN IN THE END—BEING BROUGHT INTO LINE
WHO COULD MEASURE OR WEIGH THE AMOUNT OF PAIN AND HEARTBREAK ?
OR COUNT THE NUMBER OF IMAGINARY DAGGERS IN THE BACK ?
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TYBALT GIVES MERCUTIO THE FINGER
WEDDING NIGHT VOCABULARY
FORNICATING WORDS
VULVA ESCAPADES
UNFURLING TENT FLAPS
LOVE GONE WRONG—LOVE GONE SOUTH
CONSTRAINTS AND THEN THE SLOW PUSH IN
MUSCULAR TRAFFIC
MOVE OVER WORMS
IT HAS NO PITY
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THE TAXI DROVE DIRECTLY INTO THE BEDROOM
THERE WERE TWO BEDS: ONE WET AND ONE DRY
MADAME AND MONSIEUR
HE SAID, ” I HAVE A FILM-MIND BUT NO EYES”
BEING BLIND WAS HUMILIATING
SHE SAID, “NO PROBLEM, I AM AWAKE A GREAT DISTANCE FROM THIS FANTASY SCENARIO”
HE LIKED THE SOUND OF HER WORDS
THEY WERE LIKE JAZZ FROM A GRAMOPHONE
HE SAID, “I MAY BE BLIND BUT I HAVE AN INTENSE EROTICIZED APPETITE”
“MUST BE MY LUCKY DAY” AS SHE REMOVED HER PROSTHETIC LEGS
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LASHED TO THE MAST
INTELLECTUALS IMPOVERISHED
FOR KNOWLEDGE
BODY TALKS IN A CIRCLE
SAILORS GIDDY WITH PLEASURE
NOVELS ABOUT THE DROOL OF EUROPE
CINEMA AND POETIC TERMS TOUSLED
NOTHING CEREBRAL OR TEXTUAL
JUST JISM AND ALL HANDS ON DECK
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FROM THE DIARY OF YOKO ONO:
MY LIFE IS FULL OF COMPLICATIONS
CAUSED BY FAULTY READINGS
OF WORDS
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the drool of Europe gathers at the shore of this island –
at the end of a continent
a nation of sailor
sea farers salty backwash – figures indistinguishable from monsters – diaries kept – written below deck on parchment – dry food to nourish those a million miles from home
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VENTRILOQUISM WAS THE ROOT CAUSE OF OUR FALL
ALL THOSE HORRORS AND ABSURDITIES
GROUND ZERO CATHOLIC GARDEN
A SOURCE OTHER THAN THE GUILTY
BEND THE TREES DOWN WILLIAM BLAKE
SPIRALING SERIES OF ATOMS
CONSTANT IDENTITY FORMATION
THAT CURIE GIRL GRINDING ME
SUCH GENEROSITY—GIVING IT AWAY 90 mph
SOMEDAY I WOULD WASH AWAY THE SIN
EXPERIENCE GENUINE CONSCIENCE
———————————————————-
JOHNNY BOY AND HIS MINSTREL-SHOW
BEDROOM HIGH JINKS ALL ALONE
A VORTEX OF FORCES BIDDING TO SPEW
MANIPULATED ALL TOO BRIEFLY
LIFE NEVER QUITE WRITTEN
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TIRED OF BEING ANONYMOUS IN THE SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS
IT IS AN ANIMAL WORLD AND THERE ARE NO RULES OF SURVIVAL
LIFE TEACHES US NOTHING—THE PAYLOAD OF LIFE IS MISERY
LARD UP THE BACKSIDE BECAUSE WHAT CAME OUT IS GOING BACK IN
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I HEARD YOU WERE SHOWING PEOPLE YOUR SLIM PIECE OF INNOCENCE
TRAFFIC GOES IN BOTH DIRECTIONS—JUST REMEMBER THAT
EACH STEP IS A DICEY MOVE—HUNGRY BLIND PEOPLE ARE EVERYWHERE
WHEN LIFE GETS DIFFICULT THE SOUL CLOSES SHOP—BYE-BYE
BRUTAL EPISODES OF HUNGER CHANGE EVERYTHING
WHAT IS THE CURRENCY OF THE DESPERATE CREATURE ?
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AFTER ONE GETS PAST STARVATION, DRY SODOMY, AND SAVVY WORDPLAY
——————————-THEN COMES CANNIBALISM———————————–
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ALL THE OUTRIGHT LYING AT WORK
SPEAKING LIES—WRITING LIES
BITTERSWEET LIES
A LINGUISTIC PLAYGROUND
TURNED BATTLEFIELD
TURNED NIGHTMARE
PRETENTIOUS NAMES STUCK ON BARBED WIRE
THE WINDS OF PERSUASION ARE CRUEL
SOMETIMES THEY GO BACKWARDS TOWARD ORIGIN
WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO CARRY THE DAY ?
——————————————————————————-
real poetry: the willingness to reshape
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I KNOW YOU DRAW PECULIAR BAROMETRIC FIGURES
TRYING TO BRING TO LIGHT THE UPHEAVALS OF WINTER
(I saw you manufacturing credentials)
SOMETIMES DAYDREAMING ABOUT READING MATERIAL FROM YOUR YOUTH
YOU MEASURE THINGS YOU’VE READ—YOU KEEP FIGURES IN A TINY PAD
INTELLECTUAL AND ARTISTIC NARRATIVE CAN BE RATHER PUNGENT
(PRIVATELY, I LIKE THE SMELL OF SHAG TOBACCO—A FAVORITE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES—I SEEM TO REMEMBER THAT HE ONLY SMOKED SHAG TOBACCO AT HOME—WHEN HE WAS ON THE OUTSIDE, HE SMOKED ITALIAN CIGARETTES)
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your criminal record was expunged her fingerprints removed – some DNA caught on fibre – an overnight stay in a cell with the smell and fears
– in the UK Sherlock Holmes hid his heroin under his hat,
inside his violin case,
in his cavities
the mysterious he solved never existed, all inventions of an exhausted mind – in lulls he would touch the holes in his arms,
(the sound of violins,
of cats
horse and carriages, maybe)
in the uk you’d be called Many Michaels and strangers would sell you Italian cigarettes in dark alleys behind closed theatre – they would take your dollars and look for clues of conspiracies –
everything we’ve written is rumour
unsubstantiated
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she made lists
lists upon lists
list of lists
with sub-lists branching off
from the main list
days spend mesmerised by lists sat in front of a computer –
is she looking at the computer or is it looking back? –
lists longer than a Texan mile
she only leaves the list to go to the toilet
the window with curtain parted like a girls hair –
the lists give her parameters
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there was a big debate about what your definition of “parameters” was —
I thought it was what a cat does in the catbox before it does its business
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she only leaves the list to go to the bathroom (?)
erotic stimulants and a tiny Japanese lover
caress goldenness, whip, spank, moan, and spit
scrambled bits passed off as prose
hairless masculine shadows pass
clasped to the backsides of pleasure
riddles of love—especially young love
youth extends the reach
seeking and finding expert hands
living for invisible currents
passion reflected on the edge of death
devils having flowered feed the flames
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WORDS LIKE A DANCING GIRL IN A PASHA’S HAREM
PROBLEMS OF THE FLESH WRITTEN FORWARD AND BACKWARDS
MULTIPLICITY—A TENDENCY TOWARD OTHERWORLDLINESS
FLIGHTS OF POETIC FANCY—VERBS AND MATHEMATICS
PUSH PINS OR CHESS ?—DISENGAGEMENT FROM THE GAME
UNLIKELY PARTNER—LOVING YOURSELF CAUSED RAISED EYEBROWS
POETICIZING YOUR EXISTENCE…THE GREAT DRAMA OF JOHNNY BOY
YOU TOLD ME A THOUSAND TIMES, “IT’S ONLY A REHEARSAL”
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SUPPRESSED HOMOSEXUALITY IN A CAN
——–MARVELLOUS AROMA—————
(opening the can is hell on the teeth)
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POETRY ABOUT “CANNOT CONTROL”
POETRY ABOUT “EITHER CANNOT OR WILL NOT CONTROL”
WIDE AWAKE AND CLASPING HANDS TIGHTLY
THOUGHTS READY FOR A BUSY HEART
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THE SEAM UP THE SIDE CAME UNDONE
A SNIPPET OF INFORMATION
FROM THE HONEYMOON
SHE WAS SO TIGHT AND HE PUSHED SO HARD
TWO MONTHS TO RECUPERATE
FUTURE DELIGHT OR FUTURE FRIGHT ?
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ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS WARM HIS ORGAN IN THE FLAMES
“DARLING, HAVE I DISAPPOINTED YOU ?”
SHE SAID, “YOU CHAIN ME UP FOR FEAR OF INJURY”
EXCESSIVE SENSITIVITY
SWEET COLORINGS
INVISIBLE AGENTS
DOWNTHERE YOU PRESS YOUR THORN
SUCH AN ODDITY WITH EXCESS NECK
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IT TOOK ME TWO YEARS BUT I KISSED EVERY DERELICT IN PARIS
MY SERVANT GIRL MADE LISTS OF EVERYTHING
SHE MADE LISTS OF LISTS
WE TALKED ABOUT YOU TODAY—YOUR CUT ON THE HEAD
THANK GOD, SHE WASN’T THINKING JOHN THE BAPTIST
YOU ARE HER PET SONGBIRD—-RIGHT ?
SHE WHO SLEEPS ON THE GOLDEN NEST
————–INCREASINGLY SUPERNATURAL————————
THERE BE NO HIGHER AUTHORITY THAN RELATIVES
DADDY DNA MOMMY DNA WITH A LITTLE SWEDENBORGIAN DNA
EACH DAY WE ARE HOUNDED WITH INVISIBLE ENEMIES
POISONOUS GASES FROM THE BACKSIDES OF HUMANITY
TINY CUTS TO THE HEAD THAT TURN NASTY
NEAR NAUSEA AT THE SIGHT OF BLOOD
SHE SAID, “I CAN GET POETRY WITH MY KNIFE”
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TOMORROW WILL BE AN UPSIDE-DOWN COPY OF TODAY
YOUR CROWN OF THORNS WILL BE A CROWN OF PUSH PINS
——————TWIN TRAGEDIES———————————–
GOD GRANTING YOU WHAT YOU WANT
GOD NOT GRANTING YOU WHAT YOU WANT
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————————no need for the intercourse——————————–
alternating between ecstasy and cynicism
miscalculations on your part
new math and repetition
imprisoned in adolescence
patterns of neurosis
your valentine suggested that only in death
would contradictions be resolved
penetrating your skull
she stuck the knife in your forehead
drama with your blood proud
subterranean johnny boy
she was a realist and her knife was reworking yours
she was dictating theme
LIFE WAS WHAT IT WAS
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she could never overstay her welcome regardless of her tawdry habits – the radiation levels have settled (for now) – the Petri dishes are growing
something new
I’m as hard a stone
she’s a smoking gun
she didn’t like my exit theory – I tried to explain – I slipped
and tripped on the pool of blood
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extracts from her thoughts
they know me I I haven’t seen them yet
they know about the ghost X-rays, the factory, the dead curtains
they have read my poetry dug fingers inside – there are two
but could be many followed me
in time
through time
knife wound in the head and the blood that runs like the blue bulls these words across oceans I feel like I know them
drowning
readers have stumbled into my life & their minds
I feel safe in their head
……the extracts suddenly ends…a Geiger counter run over the words revealed contamination – it was all upside down and back to front
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IS IT TRUE THAT YOU SLEEP IN AN UNANSWERED BED ?
PLEASURE IS THE ONLY CITY IN THE STATE OF IDLENESS
PERSONALITIES SCATTERED LIKE POETIC LEAVES
DOUBLE-MINDED I STAND WITH MY RAKE
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LISTS OF NEUROLOGICAL DISORDERS
EVEN AT THE COST OF SANITY……A MOLLUSK IN THE UNDERPANTS
A MOLLUSK WITH THE GRIP OF A MATURE WOMAN
A PRIMITIVE PULSATION—ORAL OR OTHER-THAN-ORAL
COULD IT BE LOVE OR SOON TO BE LOVE ?
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the abandoned bodies were found after the thaw – rictus grins – proof that all things will eventually die – this is no illusion
proof like a photograph – it speaks a 1,000 words but not necessarily in the right order –
she is 247 light years away
not resonating on this frequency
the bodies empty & void
barren wordpress pages
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exaggerating the casualness of finding dead bodies in the yard
touching them and talking to them became cinema within cinema
their lifelikeness was haunting—what about bodily love ?
“translating” the mystery of sex with a corpse
intellectual sense by speaking with your organ of betrayal
painful self-interrogatory friction on a restless bed
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(*) NORMAN’S MOTHER SAID THAT IT WAS ALL RIGHT TO RECITE WORDS OF LOVE
TO THE DEAD BUT NOT TAKE PART IN PHYSICAL INTERCOURSE
(she used the word, embrace….not take part in physical embrace)
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Norman’s Aunt Tilly suffered from schizophrenia of the flesh
there were countless words that she didn’t understand
She said, “there’s two kinds of lovers: the living and the dead”
her vacuum-pump was sympathetic to both
good-and-stiff was only the beginning
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AUNT TILLY WOULD OFTEN PRAY FOR HEAVENLY ASSISTANCE
READY TO WELCOME THE HOLY SPIRIT INTO THE INTERIOR
THE FRESHLY SQUEEZED UPRIGHT TEMPLE
UPWARD TO BE INWARD—-SWELLS OF EMOTION
THE EXPLICIT EARTH BED WITH ITS PINK SLIT
MOURNERS WOULD DRAW CLOSE TO THE GENITAL CURTAINS
OPENING AND CLOSING WITH LINGUISTIC PLAYFULNESS
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what do I know of the agents of arousal ?
closing my eyes not to come too close
seeing versus feeling—anticipation
what be hid from the mind of man ?
the value of life being tossed about
blindness at a premium price
latent meanings behind each line
and yet in war, I painted death black
a pretender in the House of Jesus
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Sodom and Gomorrah are in England – I know – I pass them everyday –
past the boarded up shops,
overflowing bins, discarded stuff
past and through the geography of this detritus
and we laugh incredulously at the dead bodies as we are embarrassed and scared as that is our fate
we are uneasy with this truth
she thought the moon was just the opposite side of the sun
Norman retreated into his mother
he tried to forget
to use her as a shield
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NORMAN RETREATED WITH HIS MOTHER TO A LITTLE GETAWAY
JUST OUTSIDE ONE OF THE WALLS OF HEAVEN
HIS FLOWERS DRANK FROM THE SAME CLOUDS
THAT FED THE KINGDOM STREAMS
HIS EARS THE SOUNDS OF PARADISE
AT NIGHT ONE COULD HEAR THE ANGELS BREATHING
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met by a host of angels
the air full of jubilation
my soul like a bullet
to be shot to the Jesus World
all links to this life detached
the mirrors reflect no more
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GOD SCENTS THE VERY AIR WE BREATHE
EVERYTHING IS SACRED—HALLOWEDNESS
LEAVE BEHIND THE CONCRETE AND CURTAINS
OUTSTRETCHED HANDS TO MILK THE MOST
RENEWAL AND RESTORATION
ALL IMPORTANT
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BLIGHTED BY FACTORIES AND AUTOMOBILES
LACKING THE MOST COMMONEST APPRECIATION
CLEAR-EYED OBSERVATIONS
BEHIND CURTAINS OF IMPOSSIBILITY
POETS MOUTHING IDEAS
AMATEURISH MICHAEL A LIPPER ROYAL
SIN GLUED FEET REDUCED A THOUSAND TIMES
OVERHEAD THE BIRDS CIRCLE
THE SILENCE IS ORDERLY AND PLEASING
EARTH KNOWLEDGE NO LONGER RECOGNIZED
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IN THE WORLD OF COMMENTATORS AND TRANSLATORS
WHITE MEN ARE BENDING OVER BACKWARDS
TO DENY WHAT NORMAN’S MOTHER HAS SAID
SHE DOESN’T REALLY MEAN WHAT SHE APPEARS TO BE SAYING
SHE WHO SLEPT IN THE LION PIT
AND CRIED INSIDE SO AS NOT TO DISTURB THEM
GROUND RULES REMAIN ON THE GROUND
THE FRAYING ROPE TO HEAVEN
VISIBLE TO OUR WARM TOUCH
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the angels met me at the crossroads
they offered me choices
but they don’t exsist
I’m convinced
my soul was like a fart in a hurricane
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Norman once said that he had helped name the world
that he had languaged the tribes and removed their drums
that he had started the fascination that people have with history
a narrow materialistic history….often coated with pained injustice
agents will try to sell you on unspeakable beauty
take a cruise where someone will sing you a song
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Norman got confused about Nagasaki and Troy
the Fall of Nagasaki was different than the Fall of Troy
the death blow of his father was when they tricked him into the straitjacket
having lived a life of poisonous insinuations
having lived a life on the verge of a scientific discovery
puberty exacerbated a dangerous existing condition
truckloads of pain for a small taste of love
any plausibility was exploded
any vague desires explored
explicit motel meat
pointing north
the fall of a city
or the fall of a heroine
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from the dirt to the Golden Gates
they dropped a bomb
on Nagasaki
degenerate men
the lack of cleanliness
medals melted
diplomas turned to ash
polished vulgarity
so anxious to take a photograph
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the lenses melted –
no photograph here – move along nothing to see they said as the city disintegrated
as skin melted
as metal buckled
as part of some bigger story ended
no need for a photograph to capture this – the footprints would be there in years to come amongst oddly shaped foetus
R.Nevill and Clyde were involved but to what extent?
In Nagasaki no one had fingerprints
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would Norman give birth to sickly offspring ?
poems about mate attraction
trips to the zoo
menstrual cycles
red circles on the calendar
primitive cravings
burgeoning desires
potentially explosive atoms
semiautobiographical
Curie diary pathology
a moral framework
written in the land
of sorrows
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Norman would begat a Trojan horse that would begat a thousand sons – his mother would tut
arms folded
disapproving at the continuation of polluted bloodlines
– of offspring that is embarrassing
to many secrets to hide
to many eyes to see
those in UFOs with a dashboard of a thousand lights and calendars with a thousand day weeks
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the swells under her clothes were picked up on their radars – above the clouds
your mind can only hold limited data – a horribly thought that some view memories as mere data, a wheelbarrow full of data – a shell depersonalised and sanitised just the way Normans mum wanted
scrub way with the solution – harsh vertical strokes brings a smile
true learned behaviour leaves vapour trails and ticks line a time bomb
One day Normans mum will explode
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years of sexual battery
what benefit your listeners ? your readers ?
no high road in lust and temptation
just ask Norman’s mother
the priest told her to have respect for the conventions of marriage
hand-in-hand, all men work together
masculine inadequacy
one word about size
and the deal was off
Norman often said, “I was brought up by women”
cut and dry for life
a mind full of nonsense geography
he once told a classmate that he had a rhinoceros in his pants
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my sex battery has a low
low
voltage
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just one of those days, a Thelonious Monk kind of day
spent hours making a surrealistic version of something mundane
another chapter in the “What do you expect from a Zambesi ?”
freakish people living in computer neurosis
the significance of my bellowing ?
*puffed up with emptiness
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all the bad things in life are wishful fantasy
hardship and pain make for good drama
no one wants to die having only lived GRAY
I was bellowing because my feelings were hurt
I wanted praise but got “bang-bang you’re dead”
each day the sanatorium grows
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Norman’s mother used sex to define herself
walking through life was like walking through mashed potatoes
so many people are mauled by pleasure
she went to a psychologist
he was bandaged up
to disguise himself
he looked just like Herbie Hancock
everything had to be judged
no compassion
standards were boring
poets either dead or too detached from life
*church hobbies can be fun
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I wanted to cut through the barriers of overused language
an extension of reality—an imaginative extension
UFOs shift perspective—-intruders with no smell
newcomers have no voice
“go-away bird, go-away bird”
to grovel in mediocrity
schoolboy
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each day started out fractured and incomplete
life was a montage of phrases
always the familiar route
a dead parade of words
with no one to clean up the mess
incestuous poetry barking
terrified dogs in the dark
white women in the embrace of shadows
pawns of circumstances
less appealing traits sanitized
fiddles and guitars no-holds-barred
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manlike woman parts—fractured and incomplete
an androgynous montage of self-expression
circus science with no questions
homeless answers on the curb
symbolic concrete and feminine litter
can it be right to give and not take ?
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UNTELLABLE SORROWS OFTEN SELF-ENCLOSED
RIDICULE WAS EVERYWHERE—MASQUERADE TWADDLE
RUNAWAY ROMANCE, FEROCIOUS NOT AT ALL ANGELIC
ANGUISH WITH NO BEAUTY ONLY NUDITY AND NAKEDNESS
PORNOGRAPHIC SEX CHURCH—HERE AGAIN ?
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a calm acceptance of rawness and crudity
clouded pleasure soon becomes lost
flooded with shadows
half-natural, half-human
the voice of words spill out
surrounded by curious eyes
“I cannot love”
I am foolish, feeble, and afraid
silent fingers point at my name
he must be pricked from the page
a flaccid nerve in a world of celebration
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——————who needs a battery when they have a rhinoceros in their pants ?——–
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jazz suggests a multiplicity of colors
but all those colors seem to bleed
off the page
peel back the skin
can you see
something wrong ?
I can close my eyes and see apocalyptic dissolution
the falling dark comes from all sides
temptation sings its song….the final notes
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jazz seduces us to evil
and lures us into the imprisonment
a howl in the void
that men tried to reproduce
something rooted from the FALL
sound clones from the devil
*raise a fist to the black dog
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the pawns were all lined up like little soldiers – a collage of all lifes memories layered on top of each other (in no particular order) –
if people read this
everyone would eat more words
everyone would fill in the gaps of dead memory with newly captured sentences
everyone would be a poet
but people are fascinated by the squatting dog,
the fiddles and guitars
the jazz and
sounds of circumstance
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NORMAN’S MOTHER DROVE A BUICK
SHE BOUGHT PICKLED ONIONS
FROM A LADY FROM NORWAY
SEX WAS HALF-HUMAN, HALF-ANIMAL
THE BASE WAS VERY FRIGHTENING
GOD LEFT HIS FINGERPRINTS
ON THE LOWER AND DEEPER MATTERS
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THE MYSTERIOUS HAPPINESS OF SEX
ACTION POETRY, LANGUAGE OUTSIDE THE MIND
UNATTACHED TO TIME, ARTICULATED RHYTHMS
NORMAN’S MOTHER SAID THAT IT LOOKED
LIKE A DEFORMED CATERPILLAR
ALL SWOLLEN
PINK AND TROUBLED
THE OPENING LINED WITH UNBORN LIPS
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NORMAN’S MOTHER KNEW ALL ABOUT THE BAD THINGS IN LIFE
HER LIFE WAS REAL, NOT SOME GOOFBALL CARTOON WORLD
THE TERRIBLE FEAR OF ZOOS AND CROSS BREEDING
HER DETAILED NOTES ON HER HUSBAND’S BEHAVIOR
HER ONE POEM TITLED:
“HE WAS A HEDGEHOG ROLLING IN MY THISTLEBRUSH”
SHE WAS OFTEN TOLD THAT ROOMS WERE ONLY WALLS
SHE ALWAYS ASKED, “WHY ARE THE WINDOWS SO SMALL ?”
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before all my quacking turns me into a duck
I praise Mister Monk
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apocalyptic darkness over the paralyzed meat
bars on the windows—everything stays in place
closed-window oppression, Norman in want of fresh air
“waiting for a miracle”
pacing the cage
spanking the monkey
sore from the callous
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the monk, thelonious
the heirloom and souvenirs were stored and bought out on special occasions to keep the memories alive –
(a song once told me that souvenirs only remind you of buying them)
I saw smoke emitting from the old homes beyond the forested hills –
a thousand diaries were aflame –
faceless people tried to rescue secrets from the inferno
secrets turned to ashes and were blown by the western breeze
she told me not to look
she told me we existed in a series of vignettes
we were not what we thought we were
or what we wanted to be
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artistic nonsense is everywhere
chaotic interplay
our ability to walk upright
and then symbolic thought
beautiful people got the good real estate
the best hunting grounds
fertile women with better than average teeth
the solution to every riddle
the final inch
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unbearable trauma at the wishing well church
an intense reduction of pocket change
the poet goes where poverty breeds
bare-breasted drum beaters
resistant sinners
perpetual
despair
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———-one must be willing to show the extra inch
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I am symbolic of the artistic nonsense
I was at the crossroad and took all four paths
laying down
she looked like the letter Y
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at the wishing well they threw coins
that were worthless by the time they splashed attempt bottom
different currency made different wishes come true
midnight vultures descended the all each night to steal unfulfilled wishes
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on top of your exposed backside
a sign that read, “TEST FIRST”
circumference ?
the small circle widens
new age radiance
powerful sound-presence
to perceive rather than deceive
harrowingly painful with courtesy
200 times you say “JESUS CHRIST”
it passes but not the penalty of Adam
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sometimes at night in total darkness
I turn the flashlight on
and there will be a human observer
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what bleeding flesh was to the carnivorous beast
boyhood shudder replaced by an extra inch
the final inch, ponderous perpendicular !!!
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ever-imminent hysteria
the solution to every riddle
a final inch
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a troupe of midnight vultures on alternating nights
would swoop down and consume unfulfilled wishes
*open-eyed mature hunger
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midnight vultures would dine on complicated grown-up heterosexual love
*true tastes elsewhere ?
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—-midnight vultures with “scurvy faces”
sing songs of an organ that grows and grows
married women without husbands cushioned
general admission or worse
like playing the accordion
or the steel drum
“I am more than common, I am one inch larger”
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the pigeons were on telephone cables (do you have then where you come from?)
a row of them –
all lined up – greyish splodges against blue sky backdrops –
flying rats dropping doo doo bombs – dive bombing
hit them off with a 2×4
Emily picked them up and stuffed then with pages of dead words, spend three draft ago
Jesus, what a mess
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inhuman music causes agents of hell to soil the kitchen floor
jazz musicians are linked to people
messengers ?
distressful calls, “DRAG A WING, DRAG A WING, DADDY”
feign to be crippled and start a new dance
do the ‘Bonny Bird’ like you did
on your outing to the moors
HAVE SEX AS AN INSTINCT RATHER THAN A DECISION
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EMILY CIRCLED YOUR NAME WITH RED INK
have sex as an instinct rather than a decision
EMILY LOVED YOUR POEM ABOUT A STROLL ON THE MOORS
SHE STOPPED FEEDING HER PETS
NOW THEY ARE SKELETONS
SHE THINKS ABOUT HEAVEN AS SHE PETS THEM
FAMILY MEMBERS HAVE BEEN MOVED TO SAY THE UNTHINKABLE
A PILLOW ON THE FACE FOR A KISS GOODNIGHT
*COCOONED IN THE CIRCLE OF DEATH
**SHE WOULD OFTEN TEASE HER FATHER THAT HE WAS NEXT
at best we are fostered for a limited period
some man will penetrate the innermost
articulation in inches
liquorice-like lick
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unseen and usually out of range
angels
we learned wrong in childhood
sin-condemning hit parade
inevitable—predictable
Emily is good-humored in her youth
“everything is okay”
instead of wetness down there
there was liquid golden light
you could see all the details
from earthworm gray to dayglow pink
crystallized pee on thick-cut hairs
this closeness contrasts
with the ‘way-up-there’
scandalous or worse
split off from the authentically divine
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WHAT DO YOU CALL A WOMAN WHO STRIPS A MAN BARE
AND REINVENTS HIM
ACCORDING TO HER OWN WISHES ?
————-THE LIMITS OF THE BED CURTAIN (they have bricked the window closed)
READERS LIKE TO SHINE BRIGHT LIGHTS ON NAKEDNESS AND VULNERABILITY
BLANK PAGE AFTER BLANK PAGE (and I think, where is Johnny ?)
ANY CONSTRUCTION OF NARRATIVE ?
ANY SUDDEN RECOGNITION OF THE VASTNESS ?
best to repress certain elements
preserve an easy, almost trouble-free existence
send Norman a get-well card
other people will articulate your life
—-that’s right—- other people will gladly articulate your life
just stay passive to their suggestions
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denuded and pinned to the bed
interpretive glances at the push-pins
words channeled in a strictly controlled direction
Emily said, “no flow that I cannot properly dam up !”
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HE IS INSCRIBED WITH THE DESIRES OF OTHERS
NO LONGER INTERESTED IN A STATE OF INNOCENCE
BEARING THE MARKS OF EMPLOYMENT
EMBODYING ITS CODES
POWERLESS TO RESIST AUTHORITY
LOCALIZED WITH CRISSCROSSED MATH
GRADIENTS AND POTENTIALS
WORDS THAT RHYME WITH ENTRAPMENT
THE BATHROOM BINARY SYSTEM
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THE ROOM WAS FULL OF MALE GAZE
male gaze can be active or dominant
WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO INTERPRET A POEM ?
FLORIDA IS FULL OF HORIZONTAL MULTIPLICITY
RELATIONSHIPS ARE CONTINUALLY RENEGOTIATED
WORDS ARE RESTLESS
ROVING AROUND THE MOORS
CAN REALITY REMAIN SUTURED TO WORDS ?
DEFINITIONS EXPLODED BY THE TIRES OF AUTOMOBILES
POSTMODERN MAN WITH HIS SAC SQUASHED FLAT
AS CINEMATIC AS IT IS PAINFUL
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WORDS ARE CHAINED CAPTIVES IN POETRY
YOU ARE BUSY HANGING CURTAINS
PSYCHOLOGICALLY APPROPRIATE
I can hear you guessing at the consequences
YOUR FEET ON AN UNCERTAIN GROUND
———————LINOLEUM————————
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dead raw flesh served as meat
piles of meat stacked like city-scapes
gentleman blunder with the maiden Yoko
possessor of the betraying pie
her privates are stereotypical
her privates have an almost diabolical sneer
she had it bare on the tea-table
and you were looking
you were really giving it the eyeball
earthworm colors and a tiny strip of turf
“pull out the Deuce”
she is just a waif—three pounds full
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midnight vultures are known to turn religious curses into ridicule
*in a pinch one can use their insides as a bandage to staunch a wound
**warning: midnight vultures can put up a good fight
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contemporary lyricism all points to one thing
(unless you’re in France…they are still adding things up)
ANATOMY IS DESTINY
Yoko could never supply alternative terms of value
cash money was the value—cash money was the elevator
even with her heart polished she could not ape love
EVEN WITH HER HEART POLISHED
SHE COULD NOT APE LOVE
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one can read less civilized poetry about your poop
a sense of pride in your droppings
expressive passion
brown extremism
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simple three “D”s of drum beats
depreciated, deprecated, denied
honey child you have been
Yoko told you that she was a whole
and not just a cleft
John said, “I am happy being dead. Please do not wake me, Yoko”
listen to your woman as she washes your wishes
MY WISHES ARE NOT NEW BUT THEY ARE CLEAN
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WHILE YOU WERE HAVING A WHITTLE ON YOUR LEG BONE
I WAS STUCK WITH A GROUP OF STRUCTURALISTS
WAS THE AUDIENCE ON STAGE ?
DURING THE PERFORMANCE—-WHO IS WATCHING WHO ?
IF YOU SAY NOTHING IT IS HOW YOU SAY NOTHING
POETRY IS CONSTANTLY UNFOLDING
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BABY-TALK AND NURSERY RHYMES
LEG BONE WHITTLE
CAN YOU MEASURE TIME ?
AUTO-CRITIQUE YOURSELF ?
VOYEURISM
PAST IDENTITY
SEX WITH MUSICAL THEMES
ROOFTOP SEX
UNMASKING AND SELF-IDENTITY
NARRATIVE VOICE-OVERS ON THE HONEYMOON VIDEO
REPETITIVE IN-AND-OUT
THE SEARCH GOES NOWHERE
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an automaton with a slit for narcissism
she was at best, uncanny
meanings given
exhaustive
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badgering questions (BADGERING QUESTIONS)
a female in a MORTIFEROUS state
dealing with men with hands for sin
men not free of the flesh
if she could only bypass the sex stuff
contrary to right reason
her hole was not to be filled with error
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fornication often leads to cannibalism
instead of lurid nocturnal sex, there were badgering questions
a question about a certain indecent novelty
a dip in the bucket of self-consciousness
one delights in sin and another in not doing so
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this time of day is neither here not there –
stretching across the plateau of morning and into the PM landscape
– you are between and in the middle, at the cruxroads
the sun knives in through window shines off linoleum – cutting retinas
I see sun spots & blurred she is amongst the peripheries on the edges –
inside the fridge unfinished crosswords
I promised to do them when I returned and when I returned she welcomed me at the threshold of the Curie House – her temple throbbed and so did my pants
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Emily voiced, “salute us with that pant snake !”
Emily with her bag of “pilfered thoughts”
PILFERED THOUGHTS-PILFERED THOUGHTS
a playmate in a rude box
solid gray crayons
got through the operation but not the recovery
mud on the church floor
the sawing of sex
nervous laughing
the jagged edges will open not
no whine of the saw in this life
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LAID TO REST—MADE TO SLUMBER
THE HELLISH ANXIETY OF SEVEN INCHES
ON THE PILLOW, IN THE HAND, NEVER OUT OF SIGHT
birthday wish: INCREMENTAL ACTION BECOMES SLAP-HAPPY MOTION
TWITCHING TENSE MANEUVERS
RIPENING JUICES OF ANTICIPATION
SALIVATING CANNIBALISM
WITHOUT SEX
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I SAW A PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU AT THE CURIE HOUSE
ARE YOU REALLY A HARDENED CRIMINAL ?
“JOHNNY, RED IN TOOTH AND NAIL”
WHEN ASKED TO TELL THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH
YOU JUST FAKED “RAPID EYES” AND PASSED SOME GAS
YOU UNROLLED THE WORM AND WATERED THEIR LEGS
OBLITERATING THE MEMORY OF SAVAGERY WITH FRESH MEAT
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Emily OFTEN SPOKE OF UNNATURALLY LONG FINGERS
DREAMS OF MANIC MOMENTS IN THE BED
SWINGING DOORS AND LOOSE DRAWERS
THE LOADED GUN HEADED FOR THE ROSE
NECTAR ON THE RIM OF THE VOLCANO
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UNRELENTING EXPERIMENTATION AT THE CURIE HOUSE
SATISFACTORY BLINDNESS TO BUGGERY
BUTTOCK LULLABY GUTTURAL
TO Emily WHO ONLY YESTERDAY WAS A CHILD AT PLAY
WHISPERING THE NAME OF THE MAN SHE LOVED
APPROXIMATING THE UNATTAINABLE
FORFEITED PURITY—NO THANKS
Emily—A NAKED BABY DOLL IN SEVERAL LAYERS
HER LITTLE PUMPKINS HER LITTLE PISSER
HER EXTERNAL EYE OF REPRODUCTION
NEVER WITHOUT COVERING
WASHED IN COMPLETE BLACKNESS
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true origin…the blade of guilt left a scar
questions of femininity
the dark side
conjured memories of birth
the circus life of being a baby
breast sweat or moo-moo sweat
Venice with its need of a diaper
Disneyland “gel”
what neurotic relationship with Poet
who waits to make circular motions
with the “gel”
not a comfortable zone
the intention of writing
postmodern public transportation
fellow riders check to see if you spelled “gel” correctly
they preach awareness and integration
permit things to shine in complexity
continually approximating, JOHNNY
a sense of “home”—possibly an instrumental motif
real poetry takes upon itself to link the parts
* REAL POETRY TAKES UPON ITSELF TO LINK THE PARTS
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POETS WRITE VOYEURISTIC FANTASIES
HOLLOW EYE SOCKETS
POINTED TOWARDS
Emily AND HER SMALL UNIMPOSING EYES
BLURRED MIRRORS WITHOUT COLOR
CHROME AT FACE VALUE
PILFERED THOUGHTS AS KINDLING TO START A FIRE
COMBUSTIBLE HEAD WAVES
THE PARALYSIS OF MATHEMATICS
MY POETRY SLOWED FOR YOUR BELOVED NUMBERS
DRAMATIC AND PROVOCATIVE
YOU USED PUSH PINS TO DISPLAY YOUR PRIZES
TO GOD THEY WERE JUST COSTUME JEWELRY
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CONCEALING THE PASSAGE OF TIME
CHILDHOOD WITH DEATH IN EACH LOADED GUN
CLASSMATES DROPPING A WARM BULLET
UNFITTED EYES—ALMOST EVERYONE
Emily HAD THOSE FAMOUS BRAZILIAN GEM EYES
DUG FROM THE GRAVEYARD OF SAINTS
THE VOLUME OF DIRT “LOSS”
SO MUCH GREATER THAN DIRT “GAIN”
LAYERS OF THIN FLESH
ONCE A COVERING
UNPREDICTABLE
THE VERY THING THAT MADE INDIVIDUALS
LAUGHING AND LOVING
FRIGHTENING AND INTOXICATING
SEXUAL AURA LIKE A SPOTLIGHT BRIGHT
(IS JOHNNY THE DOMESTICATOR MORE POWERFUL BEING TAME ?)
MEMORIES OF WILD FRUIT FROM THE HYBRID FELLOW
SPARSE FRUIT OUT OF REACH—OUT OF CONTROL
SO VERY SWEET
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the first time the computer made a mistake people didn’t know what to do – things just didn’t compute
– they asked the computer why, why are you doing this,
but they were met with nothing
mute silence – it wasn’t programmed for this
– it can read poetry, it knows the word but it has no concept of emotion and meaning – a box with wires – Hollywood visions of computers setting of rockets & starting wars –
return ctrl alt & etc
only time will tell if she’s like her mother (the evidence is strongly in favour) and I can see her
yet
my eyes are closed
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the first time humans made a mistake, God didn’t know what to do
REALITY BECAME A SHAGGY BLACK MANE ON A BEAST
—————–who can comb out the snarls ?——————————
handicapped people perch on the edge of the road
and wave their limbs like madmen
trying to get a ride to the “getting place”
the land of anthropologists
past the uranium fields
past the swarming ants
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trying to tug Johnny Boy away from complacency
——odd inappropriateness—————————–
it was a biblical automobile
driven by a modern poet
drove right past those people waving their limbs
no time for people with special needs
no open heart only the devil foot
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if you take Adam and Eve out of the computer
the computer doesn’t work
you can rub the “birthmark” all day
courtship with sin and motherboard
the price is great
history books under the back tires
it was traction not dollars
what color the wine ?
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CREATURES WHO WERE ONCE CREATURES
AND NOT MEN
ATTACHMENT TO WHITE MEN
CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
BETTER LATITUDES AND BETTER EVERYTHING
NO NEED TO START FIRES WITH HAIR
PLAYFUL EXAGGERATION
THAT’S OKAY
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IF YOU EXHAUST ADAM AND EVE, THE COMPUTER WILL NOT WORK
FOUR-WORD REQUESTS OFTEN GET FOUR-WORD REPLIES
PILLS DEADEN THE PAIN BUT NOT REMOVE IT
HOW MUCH DOES A VERBAL “SCREW” HURT ?
SHADOWS AND PRAYERS—-ALWAYS TORTURE LONG INFLICTED
I LOOK AT YOUR PUNCTUATION BUT I DON’T TOUCH IT
—————–THE CRYSTAL BALL BLAMES INFLEXIBILITY————–
ARE YOU NO LONGER LOOKING FOR A PERMANENT EXCUSE ?
SUICIDAL HAND OVER THE MOUTH DOESN’T WORK
NOT ENOUGH STRENGTH FOR THE FINAL TRIAL
(THEY WOULD RUB DEUTSCHLAND SPERM ON THE BOMBS)
LIKE A STORM FROM HEAVEN—SILENCE BROKEN
IF ONLY THEY COULD BE UNCAPITALIZED
THE DIRTY ROTTEN BASTARDS
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the expectations of a dying person
to look out the window at night
at the iridescent blue-black
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TO HIKE THE HIGHLANDS WITHOUT STUMBLING OVER DISCARDED BODIES
THE CARRION-HAUNTING PRESENCE OF WORDPRESS
HOW MANY MORE WORDS WILL BE PRINTED ?
ONE YEAR OF SILENCE AND THEY ERASE YOUR HISTORY
I CAN FEEL THE DEATH-WATCH—–SECONDS TICKING FROM THE FINAL MOMENT
WILL JEHOVAH SEND A PROXY ?
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rumor has it that there are endless meat tents in Jerusalem
naked in a meat tent—-penny for your thoughts
Emily wrote something about finger pushing poets
mimicking a man sticking it in
Emily was big on having her lock picked
to somehow be unsealed
could she withstand the length ?
her sanctuary would remain private and safe
no need for Eternal Regrets !!!
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so many people cannot live with the pleasure they are given
always a door ajar
always a door ajar
forbidden exclusion, someone is executing you at this moment
you ask permission to forget but you must sink out of sight
a regular tug-of-war with the other side
Johnny Boy has been dismantled, scaffolding and all
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repetitive work, you nail her as if she were the final plank
version A is at home with the children
version B has your future spiritual life
in a death-lock
oh, she can make you rejoice with friction
your boring instrument in her hole
the heat makes you sweat
and your suffering is nearly complete
your sentence pronounced
devils walking on your brittle bones
spitting in your empty eyesockets
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rumor has it that KODIAK BEARS have invested great sums in MEAT TENTS
can you imagine sleeping nude in a MEAT TENT ?
wealthy KODIAK BEARS often have a second home in France
they love to eat trout at buffets
servers are lazy at keeping count
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the French are great with skeleton keys
and difficult backdoors
narcissistic around brown holes
inserts lead to jettisoned jism
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PEOPLE ON THE RADIO SINGING SOMETHING ABOUT DISCARDED BODIES BEING SOLD FOR A FARTHING—PAIN COTERMINOUS WITH LOVE—RED LOVE RUNNING DOWN THE LEGS—SELF-ADJUSTMENT LADY—-I’M WEARING A HEAVY DUTY BLANK PAD—HERMAN MELVILLE BLANK PADS—LOADED UNDERPANTS—TRYING TO WALK
OUT A NEW POEM—UNACCEPTABLE TO READERS, THE RED INK RUNNING DOWN
THE PHOTOGRAPH YOU ARE HOLDING—A PHOTOGRAPH OF A DEMONIC YELLOW EYE LEAKING BLOOD—BLOOD THAT WILL ERUPT OVER THE UNSUSPECTING PAD—
FLUID FROM A CANKER ROSE—WRINGING OF THE PAD IN PRIVATE—CONCENTRATED
BRIGHT RED VIOLENCE—GRIEVING WITH DECAY—PEOPLE ON THE RADIO SINGING
SOMETHING ABOUT DISCARDED BODIES BEING SOLD FOR A FARTHING
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BAFFLING AT FIRST, THE ABSENCE OF INTELLIGIBILITY
WORDS ARE CHEAP BUT WHAT PRICE, “JETTISONED JISM” ?
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AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT JETTISONED JISM
RAN DOWN TO THE CREEK AND PUT MY HEAD UNDER
I WAS NOT TO BE SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
POETRY AUCTIONED OFF FOR A NICKLE OR A DIME
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SOMETHING THAT REMAINS UNSPOKEN
PRIVATE CIRCULATION (?)
A SMALL THING THAT SERVES A LARGER PURPOSE
AN EARTHLY CHOICE TO CORRESPOND
JESUS IN THE SKY
UNGENDERED
A MAN WITHOUT VANITY
A MAN WITHOUT EROTICISM
NO ORGAN OF LARGER FUNCTION
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PERHAPS A FUTURE VERSION OF YOURSELF
———-A CONTRIBUTOR———————————-
A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE MEAT TENT
THE WHITE SPACE ALL AROUND
JISM SPILLOVER
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A HUCKSTER, A SWINDLER, A PHONY POET
I COULD NOT ESCAPE MYSELF
STRONG THREAD SEWN
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critique leaps from the lips
disgrace of price
poems for a dollar
poems for foreign coins
poverty forces foul things
cut the heads off pets
rape the meat tent
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CUT THE HEADS OFF PETS
RAPE THE MEAT TENT
an audience among the public
commercial profit
a dirty diaper in the tropical heat
poetic pilgrims walk alone
didactic definitions rarely fall from the sky
overlooked and unhooked
masculine pronouns on the pillow
words that constantly disturb
I write them in red ink
catastrophes in red ink
blood that leaked from your photograph
blood that ran down the legs
of a true love
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expensive meat tents packed in backpacks – swarm of flies follow the hikers deeper in the forest –
Hansel and Gretel crumbtrails on the floor, in the under growth –
outside in the open, a perfect fit, meat skyline of tent
the Kodiak beers formed a committee, arranged meeting produced leaflets – their environs were being impinged – they had flesh between teeth and deadlines to met
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In another country where they don’t have snakes pastor Jim would be alive
in another place where they have never read these words
never peeked under the duvet
so to speak,
there are hidden gems buried deep
beneath the fur
– – – a
hastily assembled group had been instructed to find another name for computer – the name was now out of date – it needed a revamp
keyboards were for the scrap heaps
being obsolete
– a trade grew for vowel keys and space bars –
people spending weeks looking for new prime numbers trying just to fill a void –
she was not appreciated
I gave my first poem away
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at times I have been accused of all three – and I can’t deny the
grains of truth that the X-ray revealed
a fake poet
with weak words
in the wrong order
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THE BLESSED AND THE DAMNED—WORDS CONSTANTLY REWRITTEN
SOMETIMES THEY STAND ON TALL LEGS (JEWELED NOUNS)
ONLY A FEW TRAIN-STOPS AWAY, JOHNNY BOY CANNOT GO
ASTERISKS ON THE UNDERWEAR, 1,2,3, YOU NAME THE DAY
TWO BEATS, THREE BEATS, ENLARGING MUSIC TO ELEPHANT SNORT
———-WEAK WORDS IN THE WRONG ORDER———————————-
BUTTERFLIES EMERGE FROM THE OBSCURING WORDS
COLORFUL PLAYTHINGS IN THE AIR, CRICKETS WITH SMILES
A HAPPY WORLD WITH STRONG COFFEE AND ITALIAN CIGARETTES
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PASTOR JAMIE NOT PASTOR JIM, WHY DO YOU THINK THE SNAKE WAS LOCAL ?
A SINGLE TEMPORARY INCH FROM DEATH, AN ANGLO-SAXON INCH
HAZARDOUS ENVIRONMENT KENTUCKY CHURCH WALK THE PLANK
700 POETS UNDER A ROCK FROM THE NOON-DAY SUN
ANY SPECTRUM OF SENSIBILITY ?
FOCUSING AND DIFFUSING
WHAT EVER YOU DO
DO NOT GO THE EXTRA STOP
AUTUMN WILL COME
WITHOUT THE HOSPITAL
A SIMPLE PRAYER
WILL CLOSE THE CIRCLE
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I often see naked mannequins standing in a group waiting to go out on the floor
today I mentioned the concept of a meat tent to them
no limit can be placed on the influence of poetic suggestion
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rhythmically, blind people leap off tall buildings
they judge not where they will land
the trauma of such an event
can cause psychic dissociation
suicidal blind people—-is that blasphemous ?
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through disorientation to suicide
deprived of sight
no going back
eyes open staggering
why pause ?
cobwebs fail the fall
HEADS YOU’RE IN EDEN
TAILS YOU’RE DOWN BELOW
*life is full of thieves
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I kept telling you to sustain a coherent world view
self-sacrifice Johnny Boy
you got to give it your all
not just a finger but the whole hand
YOU possibly killed Norman’s mother
NEGLECT in the first degree
tuberculosis in the main tube
you could have used a long spoon
deterministic, you should have been
now demons in the shadows
utter your painful secret
expression is the soul
of the modern poet
faceless, nameless, elemental forces
whisper in your heart
“give it your all”
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IF YOU FOLLOW THE ROAD OF DISAPPOINTMENT LONG ENOUGH
YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF IN KENTUCKY
Kentucky is full of people never given a chance
Pessimism is ridiculously cheap
“struggle heroically and then you die”
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without the hospital and only a prayer
you’re going to drop
humility is not enough
Satan is tossing around a new kind of suicide
an indifferent world
phantom Christ
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listen, I am sleeping in primary colors
life’s gray realities are for realists
I am dressed in the myths of man
existence is a battle
the jester is long dead
God fashioned Death to win
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exaggerating the casualness of finding dead bodies from your childhood
touching them and talking to them as if they would respond
“the hand of Norman’s mother on your brow”
all you had to do was use the long spoon
you with your Bohemian lifestyle
your poetry league
self-conscious
wicked
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degenerate nonbelievers are ten a penny – spit and you’ll hit one – no need for a book of words – pointless parables sourced from faceless storytellers – this is not the poetry of flowers and love –
existence on a different plain
existing below the radar in the comments –
multiple Michael the fifth compass point
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BELOW THE RADAR IN THE COMMENTS
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THE HUMBLE POOR ARE NOT BURIED IN KENTUCKY
THEY ARE MIXED IN WITH THE TOBACCO SOIL
THROUGH THE SEASONS ONE MAY SEE A HAND
DEATH IS GENEROUS WITH GOODBYE WAVES
CURIOSITY ONLY FINDS SILENCE AND A RANK SMELL
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tonight the angel told me that in the future
it will be more delightful to NOT sin rather than to sin
a life of NOT sinning, people will no longer behave badly
there may be one toll-free demonic agency in Germany
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HAVING TURNED THEMSELVES INTO SOFT ROUNDED CREATURES
—————-LIFE IS ABOUT SAVAGE PLEASURE——————————-
DON’T BE ASHAMED OF YOUR SHARP TEETH
WHAT COULD BE MORE SUITABLE TO POETRY ?
DO NOT THINK OF THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS
FREE MEAT !!! *no pound plus a shilling
UNFEELING AND HUNGRY
ATE HALF THE BABY IN ONE ROUND
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corpses mixed in with soil the bone ground down – turned into cheap tobacco to pack in their pipe – inhaling the hot hot heat of ancestors – burying them in your lungs – ten generation of Kentuckians on the veranda looking at the mountains
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Dylan to Zimmerman – names with Z in them – Ezra Ezekiel etcs
– all my family have Biblical names
names for agnostics and atheists – no one in this lineage is allied to the words
no one is every called Gideon –
I’ll give the first Gideon I see a million Euros and a house in Kentucky with views of landscapes that pierce the horizons –
Tell me Multiple M, do they bury the dead in Kentucky vertical?
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he had no legs so he couldn’t pray on bended knees – he called the Germanic agency on a toll free number and pressed option 1 – while on hold he smoked five cigarettes to the nub
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My cousin Randolph from Deer Crossing, Kentucky called the toll free number
and spoke to a young lady about the WWII allegories in the works of Lewis & Tolkien
basically they bottomed out — that all earthly things testify to the grandeur of heaven
I’m thinking what a load of horse crap—you call Nazi Germany and you talk about unicorns
all that Germanic Pain and Agony was not bestowed on cardboard cutouts
warehouses of torture, mountains of mutilated bodies, starving, freezing
being blown up in the dark—are you holding Corinthians tightly ?
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disfranchised poets, storybooks about patronage
the laboring classes with their private poetry
love is a lock never locked
anxious about new words
ones that undervalue true worth
single women in shanties
licking and complaining about men with pocket coins
harnessing the potential of cash money
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A RESOLUTION THAT SATISFIES
PART GREEK PART OLD TESTAMENT
EITHER GRAMMER OR SEMANTICS
A RUDE STICK IN THE EYE
FACING BOTH WAYS
DEAD RELATIVES
DEAD NEIGHBORS
DEAD STRANGERS
THE SINGULARITY OF EACH
COLLECTIVE SINGULARITY ?
FLUID IN THE NIGHT
SLEEP A MOCK-VERB
THEY REHEARSE INSIDE MY MIND
THE INEVITABLE MOMENT OF “PASSING”
LIFE WITHIN THE SETTING OF DEATH
USING MY DREAMS, DEATH IS NO LONGER PASSIVE
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EXTINGUISHING FIRES…VILLAGERS BLAZING
NOCTURNAL CREATURE IN THE HEADLIGHTS, MICK JAGGER
OFTEN CLOSING EYE IN THE CHURCHYARD
————PUNITIVE OR FORGIVING—————————-
TOLLING MANY A SOUL, WHAT AUDIENCE BUT THE DEPARTED ?
PROPAGANDA OF REPTILES AND JESUS
EXPLOITED BY POETS—-INNOCENT AMUSEMENT
DEEPLY HUMAN AND WANTING OUT !!!
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UNGENDERED AND SEXLESS SLEEPING
IN CHAMBERS WITH JESUS
TO LIE AND WAIT PASSIVELY
THE PROMISE OF EVERLASTING REWARD
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FIVE CIGARETTES TO THE NUB
UNTAINTED BY LUST OR PASSIONATE DESIRE
SHOCKED AT THE STIFFNESS OF SILENCE
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MOTHERS TRY TO WAKEN THEIR SLEEPING CHILDREN
AN UNGODLY COLD PHYSICALITY HAS SET IN
THEY ARE UNYIELDING IN DEATH
FIVE CIGARETTES TO THE NUB
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MARRIAGE CAN BE A MUZZLING EXPERIENCE
EMPTILY REPEATING EACH DAY
DESENSITIZED DOWN THERE
THE PEE-PEE SPOUT
FIVE CIGARETTES TO THE NUB
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DUST FROM THE BLOWN GRAVES
CONSTRICTIVE CLOTHING
LEFT AT THE BACKDOOR
OF THE CHURCH
JESUS IS RELENTLESS
JESUS IS IRRESISTIBLE
SINNERS WEIGH HIS APPROVAL
ONLY MENFOLK PRONOUNCE WHAT IS IMPORTANT
ANOTHER THOUSAND CIGARETTES UP IN SMOKE
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I TOOK “POLITICAL CORRECTNESS” OUT INTO THE DESERT
I STARVED IT AND REFUSED IT DRINK
I PLACED 486 HUGE STONES ON TOP OF IT
IT REMAINS THERE UNDER THE SUN
ITS CORRECTIONS CAN FAINTLY BE HEARD IN THE WIND
IT TALKS TO ME IN MY DOWN-TIME
“THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME…I WILL BE STRONGER”
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I SOMEHOW SAID WIFE BATTERING AND MICK JAGGER IN THE SAME SENTENCE
WORDS LOADED IN THE MISSILE LAUNCHER MOUTH
H-BOMBS LEAKING SHINY STUFF
POCKETS OF FISSIONABLE PLUTONIUM DUST
TWO POCKETS FULL AND YOU COULD HAVE SEX
WITH AN OLYMPIC FIGURE SKATER
NOT MUCH PERSONALITY
TRUCKLOAD OF MUSCULAR FRICTION
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CRIME ON CHANNEL 12, NUMBING COMPUTER PATTER
BLOATED SCHWARZENEGGER IN HIS UNDERWEAR
HUMOR ABOUT BODY FUNCTIONS
LOG JAMS
CINEMATIC TOILET TISSUE
SECOND-HAND NACHOS AND BEAN DIP
SOMEBODY SAYS THAT HIS DOG HAS DENTURES
TRUE REALITY TELEVISION
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ARE YOU SAVING YOUR ENERGY FOR THE RETURN OF SEX ?
SCIENCE HAS WASHED AWAY THE DISEASES
NO LONGER AN OFFENSE OF THE CHURCH
YOUR WIFE WILL WELCOME MULTIPLE MISTRESSES
SHE LONGS TO BE SEXUALLY MAULED
EVERY HOLE WILL BE BOMBED AND REBOMBED
YOUR CLEVER MIND WILL COME UP WITH A JINGLE
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I SAW YOUR PHOTOGRAPH IN A FEMINIST BOOKSTORE
FROM THE LEFT CORNER RED INK LEAKED DOWN THE WALL
THE SIGHT OF IT MADE OFF-DUTY POLICEMEN CURIOUS
ITCHING TO PRY, TO STRIP AWAY
SPASMODIC …..DIABOLICAL WHIRLPOOLS
A LITTLE FRIGHTENED BY THE PIERCING SCREAMS
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SING A SONG OF BUGGERY
ANAL PENETRATION
TENDERNESS
ANAL IMPALEMENT
SEXUAL PUNCTUATION
CARTOON LOVERS WITH KODIAK HAIRS
INTOLERABLE KODIAK HAIRS
QUIVERS, AA-AAH, OOH-AH, OOH-AH
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The Sodomites were tag team wrestlers – all sweaty hair, spandex and convoluted back stories
– their signature move was banned in all but one state –
Kentucky welcomed them with open arms – their manager carried a Bible to every fight –
they fought in caves, hidden, clandestine
baying crowds demanded to see their special move
the move banned across the nation
– the Anal Piledriver
a dry rip
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COMPLICATIONS FROM FAULTY READING
INAPPROPRIATE —-COUNTING BY WAY OF FRANCE
MATH IN THE FORM OF CROSSWORD PUZZLES
BRAINY TOOTH USING HIS FINGERS AND HIS TOES
AMATEUR CANNING OF SOUP
IDEAS IN THEMSELVES
A TEASING POKE
GAIT LEADS TO SODOMY
A STREAM OF BANAL JISM
*purely physical jism, pseudo-baby goo
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JOAN WROTE ON THE POSTCARD, “ALIVE FROM THE WAIST UP”
SHE IS A SELF-SACRIFICING CREATURE—EVERYTHING FOR THE PUBLIC
HOW COULD PEOPLE BE HAPPY WITH A SIMPLE FACE ?
SO MANY PRISONERS IN AN ANIMAL-LIKE STATE OF IGNORANCE
THANK GOD THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TRAINED TO CLAP
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it was another postcard written but not sent – just written and stored away with the rest, the other postcards, the fifth, ninth and twenty sixth face, all hidden away under the bed and in the closet with the skeletons –
monkeys on a rock flying through space, rotating, we are
she looked at her body as a machine
she needed oiling
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endless proliferation of the poetic self
______________________________
————————————————–
selfhood through comments
one apostrophe after another
asking words to bend themselves to your desire
asking words to exist even if one or two letters are missing
detectives write reports on impersonation
VOICING WITH VARIOUS BODY PARTS
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a plane fell out of the sky
vanishes off all systems ( it’s been lost for three days and distraught families are phoning missing relatives and their phones are ringing,
still ringing )
no one knows why
but in a city with more Tesla coils then anywhere else in this world,
where radium levels increase
where bar room voices whisper tales of time travel –
where strange vibrations move letters in books –
in this annexed city they are experimenting with time – they have 10day weeks and longer minutes – watches are bigger and people seem happier – the motto is LIFE IS SHORT BUT MINUTES ARE LONG –
soon they are looking to elect a new mayor and re-carpet his official offices
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the hum of a beetle is too loud
white melancholy is difficult to locate
inventories of misunderstandings
WAS IT A PLANE OR MODERN LITERATURE ?
phones are ringing everywhere
people in Florida like to boil water
and listen to phones ring
I posted phones outside in the fruit trees
ringing phones sweeten the taste
sometimes a ringing phone
makes the toilet smell like spring
*ringing phones sound like ringing phones, NOT RING TONES !!!
**instant death to ring tones, death or worse !!!
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I LEFT THE HOUSE AND SPAT BLOOD
TWO RAZORBLADES FLEW FROM MY MOUTH
ONE WAS PRACTICALITY, THE OTHER WAS ABANDON
I HAD BEEN BITTEN BY THE COOT’S RELIGIOUS SNAKE
ENDLESS MINUTES STRUGGLING TO QUIT
TO LEAP OVER THE SPIRIT OF OBLIGATION
HEAD FIRST INTO THE BUBBLING LAKE OF EXPRESSION
THAT WHICH HAS WITHDRAWN SHALL RETURN
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——————–I DON’T WISH TO REDUCE OR TAME YOUR RAW EXPERIENCES———————YOU ARE A HERO LIVING IN ISOLATION AND NEGLECT——-YOU ARE THE SOURCE OF A PRIMITIVE FORCE———-FAR BEYOND THE NIGHTTIME INVITATIONS, EXPLICIT LUST, CIRCLES AND STICKS———NATURE MURDERS AT A FAST RATE, IT BEGS YOU TO PARTICIPATE———-IF PEOPLE CRAWL OUT OF THE MISSING PLANE, KILL THEM-KILL THEM DEAD !!!
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REACH DOWN AND RIP OUT THOSE ROOTS
THAT HAVE GROWN INTO YOUR GROIN
TOO SOON TO BE IN THE ROOM OF BLANKNESS
AWAKENED PERCEPTION DEMANDS EXPRESSION
RUN IN THE MUD AND MAKE DIRTY
JOURNEY AROUND THE MECHANICAL
BE NOT A LUDDITE
CELEBRATE THE CIRCLE
OF NO FIXED DIRECTION
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SHE REPEATEDLY STATED THAT HER BABY-BAG WAS EMPTY
THE NECESSITY OF INTENSE TORMENT
———–GUILT————————————–
SHE SAID THAT IN LOVE INCHES SHE WAS RACING
BIRTHLESS BUT NOT DEATHLESS, DEATH COMES
NON-RELIGIOUS DEVILS AND GHOULS
LOVERS AND SINNERS AND MEN WITH AN EXTRA CROWN
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AT THE GOBLIN MARKET
ONE CAN PURCHASE PHOTOS
OF HER PEEPEETROPOLIS
IT LURES MEN TO SIN
PLEASURE WET WITH TORMENT
I DARE SAY THOSE ARE NOT CHRISTIAN HAIRS
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knocks on the door could not break the sleep
agents with trumpets sounding “WAKE-WAKE”
discarded lovers…sisters of friends and distant cousins
denial of secrets…things not mentioned in the Bible
the nature of afterlife may not be a celebration
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In the garden I bury small models of myself, fashioned from household parephenellia: pegs, string, pens, cutlery and dust – I bury them to show that i existed –
photos are no proof of existence
history can have them altered – memories are fallible – the written word can be manipulated
words erased
the double meaning of things –
420 weights on top to keep it buried
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HOW DO YOU MEASURE A LOVE INCH ? (not itch)
the actual length can vary depending on the starting point
ARE YOU A CONSCIOUS MEMBER OF THE HUMAN RACE ?
SOMETIMES PEOPLE WITH AN EXALTED STATE OF MIND
REFUSE THE NECESSARY MEASUREMENT
MYSTICAL SELFHOOD IN INCHES
ADAM WAS THE FATHER OF LOVE INCHES
WHEN HE ASKED GOD FOR A SOURCE OF MAGIK
GOD SAID FOR HIM TO MEASURE HIS LOVE INCH
IT WAS IMMEASUREABLY GREATER THAN HIS TRUE SELF
ARE YOU IMMEASUREABLY GREATER THAN YOURSELF ?
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I CALLED MOSES AND HE WAS CONCERNED ABOUT YOU MAKING IDOLS
—–THE TRANSPERSONAL LEVEL OF IMAGE MAKING——-
YOU START OUT BY MAKING NOVELTY MODELS OF YOURSELF
SOONER OR LATER YOU’RE MAKING LOVE DOLLS
THAT LOOK LIKE THE DEAD GIRLFRIEND OF JAGGER
YOU MIGHT POSSIBLY LIBERATE HER FROM HER DEEP SLEEP
BUT I WOULDN’T BET ON IT
*all kinds of guys in the background have poked both holes
**you might get lucky and only get a simple STD
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*************************COMMENT MOVED ABOVE MARCH 2**********************************
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************COMMENT MOVED ABOVE MARCH 2************
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*************YOU NEVER TALK ABOUT THE CYCLES OF THE SOUL
WASHCLOTHES OF GOSPEL, CONSTANTLY DABBING YOURSELF
THE ESSENTIAL DISHARMONY IS GONE**********************************
YOU’VE WALKED AWAY, NO MORE EXCUSES
YOU ARE THE CHRIST WITH NO CHANGE OF UNDERWEAR
FAREWELL TO ALL THOSE LIBRARIES
ALL THAT CRAP, THOSE WORDS, THOSE NOTES, JAZZ
YOU ARE MOMENTARY NOW, JOHNNY BOY ON THE ROAD
HELL FORTHRIGHT, LITTLE TO NO GUARANTEE
YOU ARE THE DISTANT PAST AND THE DISTANT FUTURE
POOPING IN THE WOODS IS THE HERE AND NOW
FIBER RICH POETRY——MAKE IT A SPIRITUALIZER !!!
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I SAW PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE ANNIHILATION OF YOUR WILL
YOUR PASSIVE ABSORPTION INTO A SYSTEM
THAT SUCKED THE SIGNIFICANCE FROM YOU
YOU BOUGHT THE LOAF OF BREAD WITH YOUR SOUL
YOU WERE LUCKY TO GET A SCRAP OF THE CRUST
*you asked me once where your blood had gone
I pointed at your chest and made mention of your opened-heart
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IN KENTUCKY WHEN ONE OPENS A CARDBOARD BOX
LABELED “POVERTY”
INSIDE ONE ALMOST ALWAYS FINDS:
(*) DEFORMED BIRTH-BRINGINGS
(*) LUST-BRATS
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“STICK FAST AND TAKE ROOT”
*advice heard in a puddle of jism
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FIBER-RICH POETRY (a little closer to real America)
////////////////CHILDLIKE ONOMATAPOEIA////////////////////
TRYING TO SELL THE MINUTIAE OF EXISTENCE
A NICKLE BAG—-A DIME BAG
SUBURBAN ENVIRONMENT WITH TALL BUILDINGS
PEOPLE DRESSED IN GRAY
WITH HAND-TENTS TO BLOCK THE RAIN
TO BECOME A CAMERA WITH A CLEAR-CUT FOCAL POINT
PHOTOGRAPHS OF ISOLATED PERCEPTIONS
ARBITRARY COMPOSITIONS
ALWAYS ARBITRARY COMPOSITIONS
HOW MANY SYLLABLES IN SODOMY ?
UNLIMITED BUFFET…EXTREME DEXTERITY
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she gave me stolen scents,
shared with me sordid secrets cut from tabloids – black and white pictures under headlines – a famous death, an incident that we will only truly grasp and understand in 20 years time when we no longer remember or care.
Things thawing.
Unhappy clowns paint on new faces. Joan’s advisors always offer the same advice GET A NEW FACE. Clown cars fall part after driving them for two metres.
No one wants to insure clown cars. It’s a loss leader.
The graffiti is illegible, scribbled lines, spiderweb mess. The lines make it look like the wall has veins. (It doesn’t. I’ve checked for a pulse).
their generational motto will be WE DIDNT KNOW WHAT WE WERE DOING!
feeble excuses will not be tolerated write that a hundred times
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FEEBLE EXCUSE: guilty in the Garden of Eden
WINGED DETECTIVES SEEKING CLUES
CRYPTIC INTERCOURSE LEFT PUDDLES OF JISM
“OH, IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS ?”
THERE WERE NO MOTHERS OR FATHERS BEFORE ADAM AND EVE
IF YOU WRITE THAT DOWN YOU WILL GET CREDIT AS A GRADUATE
WAS THERE WORDS FOR WHAT ADAM AND EVE DID ?
————————–I THINK NOT———————————–
PAINFUL KNOWLEDGE WAS UNKNOWN
EVERYTHING WAS GROOVY
THERE WAS NO “BIRTH MYTH”
PETS DIDN’T PEE ON THE FLOOR
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I REMEMBER WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THAT YOU HAD SURROGATE PARENTS
THAT ALL THOSE WORDS YOU WROTE WOULDN’T STAY ON THE PAGE
YOU CONSTANTLY SEND ME PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR SELF-DEFINITION
AND YOU’RE A DAMN GHOST
AND I DON’T HAVE THE NERVE TO TELL YOU
THE HORROR STORY OF YOUR BIRTH
TALK ABOUT AN UNHAPPY CLOWN
CLOWNS ARE A VOYEURISTIC METHOD OF EXPLORING YOUR ORIGINS
AN EXPEDITION OF DISCOVERY UP THE PAINTED FACE RECTUM
EXPLICIT IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGELS WITH SWOLLEN LIPS
ALL CURIOSITY STOPS WHEN THE LIPS PART
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YOU CAN RESEARCH AND ANALYZE AND ASSEMBLE EVIDENCE
BUT NOTHING CHANGES THE ACTUAL TRUTH
WHEN YOU DIE THERE ARE DEMONS TO GREET YOU
ALIENATED FROM EARTH YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF FRIENDLESS
ANY SANCTITY AND SANITY YOU MAY HAVE EXPERIENCED
WILL BE LONG GONE —NOT TO RETURN
THE WATER IN THE LAKE WILL BE A BURNING WET BLANKET
THINK NOT SO MUCH OF IT, RATHER THE FUTURE DISAPPOINTMENTS
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splinters from her rocking chair pierce his skin as he inched closer
in that room
a room of echoes
a room of leviathans
a drawer full of cutlery
meat in the fridge
meat on the bone
animals on friends
pensioners at the bingo
sunburnt peeling
the viewing of potential objects half submerged
half buried
all will be revealed
poet magician
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THERE WERE NO ROCKING CHAIRS IN THE LOBBY OF ADAM AND EVE
“BESTOWING ANIMATION UPON LIFELESS MATTER”
THAT WAS THE JOB SUPREME OF MISTER POET MAGICIAN
WHEN DADDY GOT THE BIG HEAD HE SHOT SIN FORTH
EVE HAD THE DEIFIC RIB, ADAM THE DEIFIC SIRE
PASSING FROM GROIN TO GROIN
YOU YOURSELF BEFORE THE GRAVE-WORMS
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YOU MUST BE CALMED LIKE A FRIGHTENED ANIMAL
SOMEONE SAID YOU WERE LIKE JANE AUSTIN
WITH RECTAL WORMS FROM OUTER SPACE
IN SCHOOL YOU CALLED THEM YOUR “HISTORIES”
BEFORE THE FALL-AFTER THE FALL RECTAL WORMS
SILENT BUGGERS OF THE FOOD-TUBE BACKDOOR
*a hideous itch….you being a man of feeling
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————————–a firm psychic apparatus————————————-
just think of the price one must pay
years and years….anger, frustration, the ability to bend
master-slave chit-chat, demoniacal attention
shroud enveloped mornings
never wanting to go to work
the sorrow of experiencing work
rat bastard errors
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YOU THINK ABOUT REMAKING ADAM EVERY DAY
A FOLDED PIECE OF PAPER IN YOUR POCKET
THE WORD “UNDERWRITE” IS PRINTED ON IT
I REMEMBER THE DAY THEY DISCOVERED MOSES
NOTHING WAS THE SAME AFTER THAT
IT WAS A LOT MORE FUN TO BE JEWISH
BEFORE MOSES
YOU THINK ABOUT REMAKING ADAM
*the abandoned baby floats by
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WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF THE ROCKING CHAIR
“LIFE IS SWEET AND THE GRAVE IS GRIM”
THE CONSTANT THREAT OF DEATH
THE DEEP POETIC WATERS
CAN YOU SWIM ?
WHICH DIRECTION IS THE SHORE ?
LISTEN NOT TO THE SIRENS
SWAMPED BOOTY AND SOILED WORDS
SHIFTING SANDS ON WORDPRESS
TORMENTS FROM THOUGHTS
HEAVEN FROWNS ON A STIFF-NECKED POOP
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—–QUESTIONS THE ROOT-ORIGINS OF RELATIVES
CUTLERY SOLD IN KENTUCKY AS “WARES”
POETRY TAINTED WITH POISON
POISON TAINTED WITH POETRY
CRUX FOR CRITICS
HAWKING SPOONS AND FORKS
SUGAR-BAITED WORDS FOR CUTLERY
“I GOT YOUR BUTTER KNIFE RIGHT HERE”
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someone told me that all McDonalds are flat packed and can be erected in less then 24hours
they are always building new offices
they stick white masking tape on the windows so you can see them
so you don’t walk through your reflection and plummet ten floors down through the roof of the cinema of the macabre
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DOCTOR MUTHERS QUESTIONED YOUR WHITE TAPE REFERENCE
WHY WHITE ? NOT RED OR GREEN ?
IDENTIFICATION IN POETRY CAN BE DANGEROUS
CIRCLES OF SORROW LINED UP OUTSIDE McDONALDS
ALTERED MEAT ON THE GRILL
COWS THAT HAVE BEEN DISOWNED
THROWN TO THE CUTLERY OF DEMONS
CEMETERY MATTER ON A BUN
A LOT OF DEEP SORROW IN MEAT
COGNITIVE-MISERY
CARNIVALISTIC SADISM
PARTICIPATORY
YES, FIRST-TIME LAST-TIME
EACH TIME !!!
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SO SILENT, AS IF CAUGHT
WITH A MEAT-SUBSTITUTE
CLUTCHING BITES AND EMBRACES
CARESSING WITH THE MOUTH
CALCULATED, ALWAYS CALCULATED
LITTLE YOKO, PADDED AND WIGGED
BATTERED BY THE DAILY ROUGH
FORKED CONVERSATIONS
THE KNOWN FORGOTTEN
I RECALL YOU WITH MY HANDS
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Joan overstepped the mark – moved the boundaries this way
and that – eat the meat and the shadows of the living things they once were will disappear
a thousand masks hang in a secret wardrobe
there are other explanations to describe this phenomenon
different hypothesis tapped out in morse code on water pipes
the men in room 40 keep copious notes miles of then in shorthand patterns
outside
nocturnal
the Yoko machine silently wails
“there is no substitute for meat”
paper figures folded at right angles
ketamine hole absorbed her cocooned warm
swaddled
she was
recalled by taste
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IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE RULES
TROUBLE SEEMS MAGNETIC
METALLIC IMPULSES NOT ARDENT DESIRE
DRAW THE FLAMES THAT CONSUME
FEAR THE INTELLECTUAL FIRE
MUTINOUS POETS SCREAM “STOP”
ADAM MADE NAKED
WITH RESPECT FOR ALL POINTS
OF THE HORIZON
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HUMAN SYMPATHY ROLLED UP IN TINY HANDS
HUNTING FOR EASTER EGGS
TENDER-HEARTED GLORIFICATION
BARREN POETS IN NON-SUNDAY MUD
SOLITUDE, THE BACKDROP OF VACANCY
NO LINK TO ANY OTHER
CHILDREN TRYING TO LOCATE HIDDEN PAINTED EGGS
WHAT DOES IT HAVE TO DO WITH THE DADDY ADAM ?
FROM THE HANDS OF GOD A NEAR PERFECT MAN
FALLEN ANGELS STILL FLOAT ABOUT
BEINGS OF A SUPERIOR NATURE
PEOPLE SAY THAT THEY HAVE BEEN TRAMPLED UPON
SMALL CREATURES BEAMING
THE “EGG” GAME HELPS CONDEMN ONE
TO A PERPETUAL SENSE OF NONFULFILLMENT
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SHE SAID THAT SHE WAS A WHIRLWIND
BUT WITH THE PROPER FRICTION
SHE COULD BE A HURRICANE
THE WORDS CAME FROM HER BREEZE
HER POTENCY OF LANGUAGE WAS WELL KNOWN
SHE WAS A FULL-FOLIAGED GIRL DROPPING CLUES
YOU WERE CATCHING THEM FOR FUTURE USE
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DETECTIVES AROUND THE EXPOSED SINS
LIKE ANTS
BASICALLY UNSOUND POETRY
FLOGGING WORDS IN GENERAL
HOTEL PILLOWS BEGET MESSAGES
DO NOT LISTEN OR WRITE DOWN
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IF THE UNIVERSE MAKES NO SENSE
PULL OUT SOME FAMILY PHOTOGRAPHS
RELATIVES DRAINED OF ALL DIRECTION
VICTIMS OF ONE BIZARRE EPISODE
AFTER ANOTHER
NO THEME PARK IN THOSE PRINTS
ADMITTEDLY….
GOD IS AN INCOMPREHENSIBLE FELLOW
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ACCEPTANCE OF REALITY AND SURREALITY
STRAW-STUFFED UNDERPANTS
YOU GOT THE ITCH
WILL YOU RISK EVERYTHING ?
POETS WORRY ABOUT THEIR LAST WORDS
CONTRARIES AS BIG AS HORSES
OPPOSITES IN THE NIGHT LIGHT
JISM ON THE FACTORY FLOOR
SUFFERING SEEDS IN A HELL OF CHAOS
WHAT WOULD CHURCH PEOPLE DO ?
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CLOUDS PASS OVERHEAD AND BARK AT YOU
“WHAT WOULD CHURCH PEOPLE DO ?”
WOULD YOU LIVE AGAIN—JOHNNY BOY ?
IN THE HEAT OF DARKNESS
A LITTLE MEMBRANE FRICTION
A SPURT OF MUCUS
JISM IN THE GROOVE
THE BUTTERFLY OF WOMAN WOULD FLAP
THE MILK OF THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS
AGAIN AND AGAIN WITHOUT END
NO NEED FOR REHEARSAL
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not the wang but the man who wields it
frenzy and fervor and the honeymoon over
limits at first, imaginary lines
the mattress full of broken glass
self-reliance at the sound of snores
creative or destructive
strong arms and a sharp axe
from top to toe, criminal wife
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MY PERSONAL COFFIN— MY SPACE CRAFT
SNATCHES AND GLIMPSES FROM ABDUCTION
BEINGS OF PERFECT-FORM
AT SUGGESTION, SLEEP
POETRY CATALOG FROM REAL LIFE
STRONG ADHESIVES IN THE BLOOD
TOKENS OF MYSELF IN THEIR POSSESSION
ALL I COULD THINK,
“I SHOULD HAVE GONE HOME !”
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AT THE ADULT WAREHOUSE ONE CAN PURCHASE MEAT-SUBSTITUTES
DEMONSTRATIONS IN THE BACKROOM, POSSIBLE ASTRONOMER BACON
UNRESERVED FLESH—MODIFIED FLESH—EFFUSING AND MOIST
COPIOUS GOLDEN JET FROM THAT TRIPOD LEG
STRANGELY DRAWN TO THE SCENE
A KNIFE-GRINDER GIRL FROM THE FACTORY
THE ONE WITH THE CLUES INKED ON HER ARM
THE ONE WHO SAID THAT SHE LIVED WITH ANIMALS
THE ONE WITH A LAST NAME THAT WAS COMPLEX
POSSIBLY RUSSIAN
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MAY BE THAT AT AN EARLIER TIME YOU WERE A CHRISTIAN
EARLY CHRISTIAN MEN SMELLING MEDIEVAL SNATCH
—just keep thinking that when you take the lie detector test
INTERROGATION
FESS UP QUICK, THE DETECTIVES HAVE BIGGER FISH TO FRY
THEY SHOWED YOU A PHOTO OF A CRIMINAL REFORMATORY
YOU WERE NERVOUS AND RIGHTLY SO
SELLING SOILED WORDS
WORDS STOLEN
LIFTED FROM THE CURIE MUSEUM
LIFTED FROM THE CURIE HOUSE PROPER
BURGLARIZED VERBS AND NOUNS
BOMBSHELLS AS THEY WERE
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the clever use of mechanical devices defused the ticking bombs – incendiary explosion – face covered in blood
fire truck red
post box red
mouth slack open like a coin slot
dark recess tight fit
cozy
for paper money could buy things
stuff
stolen from her abode – the Curie house –
all radium and equations
stale milk and frustrations
the photo of the reformatory was doctored and molested, I was never there
there are witnesses who will say I WAS NEVER THERE
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LIFE IS FULL OF FICTITIOUS CHARACTERS
YOU HAVE DAYDREAM REHEARSALS WITH THEM
YOU ENGAGE THE ATTENTION OF STRANGERS
FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNWILLING OR UNABLE
YOU LEND A HELPING HAND
GENTLE HUMOR YOU SAY
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APPROPRIATE RESPONSE—-PLEASE, JUST ONCE
UNBORN EMBRYO IN THE ARMS OF A CORPSE
WAS IT LOVE OR JUST MELODRAMATIC SEX ?
the pain so great—more than a stage-tragedy
they got you on hold at heaven’s gate
a frantic wait—-you say it is impossible
moss is growing in your shadow
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HUMPELKEN-PUMPELKEN********************HD
SEXUAL GESTURES WITH THOSE LITTLE ARMS
—HIS FALL WAS UNSPEAKABLE—
HOW AUDIBLE THE CRACK
$27 FOR THE WORD “VERTIGO”
BUYING WORDS IN A TATTERED ROBE
NEVER QUESTIONING OWNERSHIP
*asking Hercules to pick up the rather large egg
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faceless conglomerates
cabals of hedge fund managers sharp suited devils
are trying to buy the alphabet –
THEY WANT TO OWN THE POETS BLOOD
unsuccessful attempts to sponsor words as lone consonants stand lost & meaningless
empty without vowels to hold onto
just suits hanging forlorn in wardrobes
empty & moth eaten
wings of dust won’t carry you home
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I introduced her to fugazi
she thought it sounded like a street drug or a medical condition that a miracle pill could cure
she like words with Z in them
no cracked eggs in my box
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TEXT WRITTEN BY SOMEBODY ELSE
SEVEN LAWYERS, EACH ONE WITH A SCOTTISH NAME
HER PROMISCUITY WAS A REAL ISSUE
SHE HAD RELATIONS WITH ALMOST ALL MEN WITHIN REACH
SHE EVEN GAVE A GUY WITH LEPROSY A HAND-JOB
FACING ARBITRARY RUIN, PROPERTY, MONEY FUNDS
THE WRONG SHE HAS DONE
*having to sell second-hand words at coffee shops to buy cigarettes
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“NO CRACKED EGGS” …IS THAT CODE FOR SOILED WORDS ?
THOUGHTS MARKED GEOGRAPHICALLY
THE SMELL OF BROWN (misinterpretation)
brown on the ladder where the hand do go
BROWN ON THE LADDER LIMERICKS
EXTENDED FINGER POETRY
READ BETWEEN THE LINES
ONE MUST CARRY A BACK-UP GEIGER COUNTER
WORDLESS, VOICELESS, CLOSURE
OH GOD, WHAT PUBOCOCCYGEUS MUSCLES !!!
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ever since she found Christ I’ve been lonely
I feel like a man who was never born
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high definition H Dumpty
clear as if he was up in your face
staring into your mouth
coveting your fillings – costing them up – the exchange rate is weak –
vertigo is worth more in Euros –
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scurrying beatles pass the 500 mark
the king is safe on his throne
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THE KING HAS AN EXPRESSIONLESS FACE
EACH DAY NOW, EVERY SHOT IS FRAMED
IN EXACTLY THE SAME WAY
THE SHOCKED FACIAL FEATURES OF YOKO
GIANT NOISE, PAIN, FADE-OUT
no matter how close one came to the King
there was an enormous distance
SCURRYING BEATLES HAS A MOMENTUM
BEYOND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE
POETS FEED ON SELF-CONTAINMENT
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the kings expression is empty
he knows his position is temporary and fleeting
when he goes
he wont even be allowed to keep the throne
the crown is just on loan
Yoko has the ticket from the pawnshop – she has it hidden amongst secrets and pins
the scurrying beatles are below the surface – in the comments but like Dali ants they will crawl through holes
they will be know
in time
the ants will be everywhere
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THE SCURRYING BEATLES BELOW THE SURFACE
COVERED BY MOVING EYES….GOLDEN QUESTIONS
GUGGENHEIM STAINS ON THE MOUTH
UP ALL NIGHT CHEWING LETTERS
SCHOOL-GRADE WORDS DRYING
DAYDREAMS OF KITCHEN UTENSILS
NASCAR PROSE THAT POETIZES
BOOTLEG COPIES OF YOURSELF
PILED UP, WADS OF WAKEFULNESS
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when they swept him away the machines came metallic scratching there was some noise there was mess to be cleaned the egg man thought of thighs
fat fleshy thighs in the flesh
corn beefed coloured skin –
as he fell
pieces of him scattered like buckshot in the wind he said he would never tell the secrets inside his shell
the roof top crows had the best vantage point
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de’ question of the day, did the crows, the crows with the vantage point
did the crows see his wee dingy under the wads of sanitary tissue ?
was it worm like, his wee dingy, or was it a grand lunch-size meal ?
someone said, and by someone I don’t mean the crows, someone said
that he wore a size 62 underwear, Sears doesn’t carry anything over 38
on Facebook after the fall, the accident, he was listed in “deconstruct”
a straight-faced recap of the fall, pompously solemn on the evening news
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GAUGED BY THE HEAVY EMPHASIS PLACED ON SCURRYING SPERMS
THE DETECTIVES HIRED AGENTS TO END EVERYTHING UNENDING
THE BRIDE WITH HER UNWELCOME BED, THE GROOM SHAKING THE SNAKE
DISTURBING GAMES, DREAD OF LOVE, BEDROOM FLUID OR ITS EMOTIONS
POLICEMEN DRESSED AS READERS TOSSED THE WORDS OUT THE WINDOW
NARRATIVE KNOTS STRUCK THE CONCRETE, OFTEN INTERTWINED
POETRY WAS EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE, A SILENT SIGH
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THE LETTERS AND DIARIES OF THE EGG MAN—-WHERE HAVE THEY GONE ?
WHEN DEATH KNOCKS ONE CAN NO LONGER SHARE THE FUTURE
INSULATED NONSENSE THIS LIFE UNTIL IT ENDS—DEATH THE ULTIMATE UNWELCOME BED
TO DIE IN WIG AND FALSE TEETH HAVING PISSED YOURSELF FOR TWO WEEKS
IMPOTENCE—BUG DUNG AND VIRGIN PUDDING NO LONGER WORK
YOU CAN PURCHASE CURIOUS EMOTIONAL TIDBITS FROM THE EGGMAN COLLECTION
OUTLANDISH STRONGARM ROMANCE—YOUTHFUL AMUSEMENT—EYES OPEN SEX
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NEGOTIATIONS START WITH FLIRTING
MOLECULAR HAGGLING
PRE-SPERM AND SPERM
BEDROOM WARS
THE UNWELCOME BED
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OUTSIDE REALITY, SEXUAL HOSTS SING WITH PLEASURE
REALITY IS FULL OF STRATEGIES
TO FIT THE NEEDS OF THE MOMENT
LOVE IS THE NONANSWER TO THE QUESTION
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a rocket was constructed in a secret location (you can bet Leviathan were involved) –
it was loaded with words and aimed into the empyrean darkness
future people or alien folks will devour them in a new longitude
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I was teenage hand model in burlesque outfits and dancing shoes
I entered competitions and own big
my hand was perfect unlike to the rumpled bed – six different stains under certain lights – dirty DNA whispers softly now – frozen sterile cold lands
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rumours if today will be here tomorrow the clean holes the dirty gaps the never ending sin – your best friend disappeared and you didn’t bat an eyelid – you just broke into his house and wore his clothes – cashed his cheques
– your parents never approved
– spring breaks in tiny towns where stories of ghosts persist
– you drunk warm soda and spat tobacco high into the air – brown rain the rust of the centuries –
fish swim in shit
Love is found in the weirdest of places
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MAN CAUGHT WITH HAND IN BURLESQUE MODEL
THAT MAN WAS A LIVING POET
HE SPAT TOBACCO JUICE
HE COMPLAINED ABOUT KENTUCKY
AND THAT FAMOUS HORSE RACE
HE HAD DANCING SHOES IN HIS POCKETS
DISNEY WORLD WAS CONTACTED
WERE THEY MISSING SHOES ?
MAN CAUGHT STEALING WARM SODA
HE PUT IT IN THE HUMMINGBIRD FEEDER
HE POUNDS AND KICKS AND KNOCKS
IN THE BACKSEAT OF THE SQUADCAR
HE MAY BE A BRITISH POET
WE’RE TOLD THAT HE IS IN DISCOMFORT
MAN FLASHES PERFECT HAND
NEFARIOUS DEEDS UNDER THE NAILS
HE MAKES CONSTANT INTERRUPTIONS
LIVING IN ISOLATION HIS WORDS
ARE OUT OF CONTEXT BUT FOR SALE
WHAT DOES HE PLAN TO PERPETRATE ?
“LOVE IS THE NONANSWER”
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HE KEPT TELLING PEOPLE THAT HE WAS JAPANESE
BUT HE WAS REALLY A BRITISH POET
NON-HUMAN PAIN AND SUFFERING WAS OF LITTLE IMPORTANCE
HE CONSUMED FLESH FOODS AND MADE IT A PROUD PUBLIC FEAT
IT WAS EASY TO SMELL THE DEATH LEAKING FROM HIS PORES
I NEVER QUESTIONED HIS TASTES FOR BAD GIRL BEHAVIOR DVDS
WOMEN WHO SPAT OUT ABUSIVE TIRADES AND YANKED HAIR
OF COURSE, ONE COULD SEE THEIR BREASTS, THEIR BUSINESS
THEY HAD GREAT POWER OVER THE BRITISH POET
HIS HAPPINESS WAS INTERTWINED WITH THEIR LIFE STYLES
GO-GO GIRLS SMOKING NON-FILTER CIGARETTES
THE SMOKE COULD NOT CONCEAL THE BITTERNESS
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO MAINTAIN THE IMAGE OF A SEX KITTEN
TO HAVE TODDLERS IN DAYCARE DRINKING KOOL-AID
REALITY FLASHING IN FRAGMENTS, DESTRUCTIVE BITS AND PIECES
A CONSTANT STRUGGLE TO CHANGE WHAT CANNOT BE CHANGED
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————————————REAL POETRY MAKES ONE NERVOUS———
THE FOREIGNNESS OF AUTOMATIC LANGUAGE, FAST PACE WORDS
ODD BEHAVIOR FROM AN ODD DUCK, IN NEED OF CUSTODIAL CARE
DRESS HIM IN A WHITE SHEET AND CALL HIM A GHOST
PEOPLE EXIST OUTSIDE THE SYSTEM OF CONTROL
PSEUDO-STABILITY HAUNTS EVERY CITIZEN EGG
LEWIS CARROLL IS WATCHING WITH PEN IN HAND
*tranquilizing drugs just make one hungry
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STACKS OF CASH
EACH BILL A SCURRYING BEATLE
TRAINED HANDS DEMANDING REWARD
CRIME IS NO LONGER A CRIME
SWOLLEN ELBOWS ON YOUNG LADIES
FAKE PASSION FUELING THE NASCAR RACE
BACK AT THE CHATEAU
CRICKET LEGS ARE BEING SERVED
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at the chateau the unground passage leads to catacombs of bones
follow the breadcrumbs on frog legs moving through cobwebs and dreams – the smell of cooking meat is wafting in the breeze – follow the clues and solve the crime –
NASCARs race around the maze
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LEWIS CARROLL WROTE A POEM
catacombs of bones
PEOPLE FROM THE EAST SIDE
JOURNEY TO THE WEST SIDE
BUYING PANTY LINERS FROM MACHINES
I TRIED TO TALK TO LOCAL PEOPLE
BUT THEY WERE ON FIRE
SADLY, IT WAS TOO LATE
THE SMELL OF MEAT
UNCOOKED PORK
GYPSY SPICES THAT START WITH ‘P’
CAKED ON GRIME, READY TO TOSS
MAKE-UP FROM 1940
LEFT HAND OR RIGHT HAND
SIGNAL THE START OF SOMETHING NEW
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smell of perfume infused with
meat is everywhere
coming out of all crevices –
buildings reeking of offal –
a city of dead animals
the man on the corner preaching the world will end in a deluge – he spoke with utter conviction –
“you must go high” he said
“if only for the view”…
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SENSITIVITY OF THE SCROTUM
DELICATE EGG SACS
BELOW THE POETIC ABDOMEN
HE SET UP CAMP
IN LOCATIONS
SPECULATING THAT
SODOMY
MAY BE NATURAL
BANDS OF COLORS
SEPARATE COLORED HUES
WANNABES
SUFFERING FROM LONELINESS
CLAMORING FOR ATTENTION
BLIND WITH A SORE THUMB
I CAN MAKE YOU DANCE
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CAKED ON GRIME, LINGUISTS FINGER SCISSORS
POETRY WRITTEN OUTSIDE AN EDUCATED SENSE
COMPROMISES, ALWAYS COMPROMISES
SUBSTANTIAL DIFFERENCES
NEVER YIELDING TO CRITICISM
WELL-INTENTIONED FUNDS
DESTROY EXPLANATORY
BEYOND A MOAN FROM YOUR FATHER
YOU ARE A POET THUNDERING
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a compromise amongst compromises a split of opinion –
a raft of views sailing on still waters the dark night hide the wolves – their lupine howl –
at the edge near of the country on the lip
near the sea
full moon screams naked and looking blue
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THE BLUE BULLS OF THE PAST, CORRECT GENDER FOR A DAYDREAM
IN THE BIBLE, GOD RIDES A HORSE AND WEARS STRANGE GARMENTS
HE SEEMS CAUGHT UP IN PREPARATIONS AND PREPARING
“TAKE A BREAK, GOD !”
STORYTELLER-POETS ARE HUNGRY FOR WORK
SPIRIT IS OFTEN FOUND IN FIRST BREATH
ANY EXPERIENCE WITH SPIRIT
LEADS TO DOMAIN
PILLOWS
AND THOUGHTS
UNDERSTANDABLE
ACCESSIBILITY
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outside a “Auld Lang Syne” five minute workout
a thousand details about the math instructor
————-can you triumph over seasoned poetry ?
use star-spangled words from your buttocks ?
stars, stripes, popping rocks
clapping hands from heaven
socio-psychological evidence
people made out of cardboard
mental cartoon cutouts
life demands conflict
uncensured
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riding a horse and wearing strange garments?
God was a jockey?
tiny in colourful silks –
a tiny man atop a beast riding – the apocalypse of jockeys
four horse man down to three as one called in sick
now down to two as one needed time away for childcare –
the book is a joke and only keeps travelling business men amused in prostitueless rooms where water trickles from shower heads – sexy Mexican maids touch hinterlands inside as they push trolley along carpets –
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somebody has to oil the hinge between the known world and the unknown
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AN IMMENSELY MYSTERIOUS NORMAN’S MOTHER
WHAT LINKS HER IN OUR NARRATIVE ARC ?
*I often talk to a molecular biologist at the Curie house
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Normans mother WAS mysterious – she hid behind her beard,
a button up dress, knife in the top of her stocking – crazy righteous thoughts tripping through her cortex – in the days BN (before Norman) she was foot loose in bobby socks and people knew her name, believe me, at jazz clubs with black men
at church socials with old white guys
she got around
(. the narrative arc cuts through strong woman, Joan, Emily, Maya, the Curie lady. )
High radium content was found at the UFO landing site
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DOLLARS-AND-CENTS POETRY, OVERLOAD THE CART
WE WILL GET A BIGGER DONKEY
POETRY ABOUT CHILDREN PLAYING COWBOYS AND INDIANS
MEXICAN AND JAPANESE CHILDREN
WERE ASKED NOT TO WATCH
THE SMELL OF PEARL HARBOR
WAS STILL IN THE AIR
TOO MANY PEOPLE NAMED “BUTTONS”
THE CROSS-EYED GIRL LIKED JOHNNY BOY
SHE GAVE HIM A VALENTINE COOKIE
HE TOUCHED HER PUCKERED FLESH
ON THE SUN PORCH
SHE BLUSHED AND SQUIRMED
AS IF SHE HAD WORMS
AS HE TICKLED HER SNOUT
HE THOUGHT OF ATHLETIC OFF-TRAIL WORMS
WORMS WEARING BLACK CAPES WITH MINK COLLARS
CRAWLERS FROM THE HINY-INFESTED BACKDOOR
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EMILY WAS QUOTED, “CRAWLERS FROM THE HINY-INFESTED BACKDOOR”
DISARMING ATHLETIC WORMS—HUNDREDS, THOUSANDS
PEOPLE AT CHURCH CALL THEM “MORMONS”
PEOPLE QUESTIONED THE BRUISING
CHILDHOOD FAILURES AWAKENED
RECURRENT BLINDNESS
HORRIFYING EXPLANATIONS
THE NURSE PUT HER PAPERS IN ORDER
AND RETIRED, FREE FROM MEMBERSHIP
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Emily loved words
she had them tattooed all over her body – she became the book the poem
the treastie –
a prologue the
epilogue
index & glossary
she was never abridged
I read her
I told her on our last night together that I was losing my powers – the meat was rotting – maggots forming
you could sense something was impending
the skin was thinning
hair falling
I informed the scriptwriter to remove me from some scenes –
the one at the truck stop and
the gun battle at dawn
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DEAR BOY, A SCRIPTWRITER CAN NEVER REMOVE THE RANK ODOR
OF DEEDS PERFORMED AND WITNESSED, SPOKE AND SPOKEN OF
YOUR SINS ARE STALKING YOUR HISTORICAL SELF
THEY WILL REINVENT YOU
THE YOU OF RUIN, FRAGMENTS, DETRITUS, FLARF
SMELLS OF TEA AND CIGARETTES AND EXTRAORDINARY KNOWLEDGE
UNCHURCHLY DARK MOMENTS—AN ALLEGIANCE TO INCOMPLETENESS
IT WAS YOU WHO TRIED TO UNSCREW THE LIKES OF POETRY
STRUGGLING AGAINST THE FORCES OF DIMINISHMENT INSIDE AND OUT
I SAW YOU PAINTING FLOWERS GRAY, YOU WERE PUFFY
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CIRCLE MADNESS, HOW MANY TIMES CAN IT BE WASHED ?
RUSSIAN JAZZ SOUNDS LIKE CHILDREN MISSING NOTES
PHYSICAL DESPERATION, POETIC FOSTER CHOPSTICKS
CHRISTIANS REFUSE TO SELL THE MILK OF KINDNESS
INTENSE PSYCHIC ACTIVITY WITH EMILY DICKINSON
SHE SAYS THAT I AM A LOADED GUN HANDLING A SNAKE
“CHURCHYARDS YAWN AT HER LATEST DRIBBLE”
THE UNWAVERING SINGLENESS OF EMILY
COPPER-COLORED CROTCH RESIDUE
RUSTY WATERS AND BLOOD ITSELF
AN INESCAPABLE FINAL TASK
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NAMES OF MEN AND WOMEN WRONGED
CAUTIONARY FIRE ON OODAAQ
I WANTED THE WATER CREATURES
TO WITNESS THE FLAMES
I WAS AFRAID FOR MY FEET
THE BOILED MILK COMES OUT BROWN
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IN A WORLD INTERNALIZED
REMOTE RELATIONSHIPS
POETS HIDING IN THE SHRUBS
POETIC BEASTS IN THEIR LAIR
ODDLY DISTORTED PICTURES
THROUGH THE PORTAL
SPONTANEOUSLY NARCISSISTIC
LULLED TO SLEEP WITH LOVE
ONE PILLOW LOVING
DIRE EVENTS
AND OTHER FAMILY GATHERINGS
INAUTHENTICITY
JUST LOOK AT THE HOLIDAY GIFTS
RECURRENT HAND POSITIONS
NEGATIVE SELF-RELECTIONS
SACRIFICIAL AND RUDE
THE SCHOOL YEARS
EMBARRASSING EMPLOYMENT
VICTORY WITH A COMPLEX LIFE
WOMEN WITH ANGRY FOREHEADS
FLUTTERING FLESH
ACTUAL TAIL BONES
TEASE LEADS TO DECEIVE
DETECTIVES
EMBALMED BABIES
ADMISSION TO CRY
ANY GESTURE OF ASSISTANCE
IS ROOTED IN GENUINE CRIME
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in a world internalized: PHOTOS OF JOAN RIVERS ON A MUSEUM WALL
WITH GERMAN SLANG WORDS UNDER THEM
POETS WANT TO TAKE A PAIR OF SCISSORS TO THE WORDS
TO CUT LETTERS FROM THE WORDS
TO REMOVE EVIL WWII VIBRATIONS
TO RETURN THE PAIN CAUSED
PEOPLE IN GRAVES TALK LOUDLY
THEY WARN OF SAVAGE IMAGERY
remote relationships: MUSEUMGOERS STICK THE LETTERS
IN THEIR POCKETS FOR LATER USE AT HOME
DADA IS NOT RESTRICTED TO THE ARTISTICALLY LITERATE
OR INCEST WITH ITS RESTRICTIVE ADMISSION FEE
SARCASTIC GERMAN SLANG ON MUSEUM WALLS
THE MORE LETTERS THE POETS REMOVE
THE MORE THE WORDS BLEED
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poets hiding in the shrubs—-poetic beasts in their lair
THINGS THAT HAVE GONE BAD OFTEN COUGH UP FLARF
MEDIUM LUNG CANCER OR WORSE
THE BOTTOM OF THE URINAL IN THE TEMPLE OF HIGH ART
AMERICA HAS ITS COWBOYS WHO PAINT LANDSCAPES
AS THEY GALLOP ON HORSES WITHOUT GENDER
ONE CAN TRUST A COWBOY NOT TO SPILL THE BEANS
LOVE HAS NO BOUNDARIES AROUND THE CAMPFIRE
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ANDY WARHOL ONCE TOLD ME THAT HIS FAVORITE TWO WORDS
————————–DRY SODOMY———————————-
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No picture was made of this sometimes words exists with no pictures
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cowboys on the back of animals that stop when they piss – a Niagara of steaming yellow throwing up sand & dust –
cowboys pan handle long words down by the creek – a country built on men in leather trousers – historical rumours of western love –
your ten gallon hat has sprung a leak – Bowie knifes scalps
– campfire shadows
– playfull caress in a tent
– under an expansive sky
– how the west was won
towns appeared over night – a boarding house moonshine the whores arse dancing girls the cornerstone of a great nation – railway tracks bench the future closer – the distance from the past can be measured by spilt blood
milk soaks into sand
washed up on histories shore
black lung 43% cancer
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I WAS SO UPSET THAT THE MUSEUM HAD DEFORMED GERMAN SLANG
EVERYTHING TRANSLATED TO “JUST THE SEED OF ABRAHAM”
MY PRIVATE ADAM WAS A GERMAN PROUD OF HIS EVIL
PROUD OF THE GOOD THAT HIS EVIL HAD PRODUCED
“WE MARCH MORE PURIFIED”
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CHARLIE ZERO STILL TAKES PHOTOGRAPHS WITH A BROKEN CAMERA
THE IMAGES AREN’T IMPORTANT (POSSIBLY THE ACT OF TAKING THE PICTURES)
(POSSIBLY OTHER PEOPLE WILL THINK THE BETTER OF HIM)
BLANK PORTRAITS FOR BLANK PEOPLE
BLANK PEOPLE READ FLARF
ADAM AND EVE HAD HAPPY FEET
WILD ANIMALS WOULD LICK BETWEEN THEIR TOES
LONG BEFORE THE INVENTION
LONG BEFORE THE ARRANGEMENT OF PRODUCTS
BLEACH AND ACID AND ODOR EATERS
THE EXCLUSION OF WHATEVER
THAT WAS WHERE THE DANDY-PEOPLE WORKED
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CZ01 firing using his medieval poetry machine –
words carved into rock and stone and catapulted into the air
– sentences falling like rain
– the battlefield of the page
the intestines of my thoughts
spilt
– the naked photos of me were misleading – a shaved ape in a hat – – bleached skin a missing toe
– inventions found at the curie house
patent pending – she ate the blueprints –
there were mirrors reflecting blank faces and toothless grins – a missing molars a family trait – I can see Eve now shaking her head as Adam mows the laws – centuries of evolution tells us fucking nothing
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INCEST WITH ITS RESTRICTIVE ADMISSION FEE
SPREAD LEGS FOR GNOCCHI
SILKS AND VELVETS OF INNER THIGH
THE WOODED SMILE TWISTED
A KISS OR TWO BEFORE GREED
THE URGENCIES OF RAW LIFE
INVISIBLE LINE BETWEEN FANTASY AND TRUTH
THE WRONG AROUSED YIELDED FULL SATISFACTION
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WISH AND IMPULSE EXPRESSING THEMSELVES IN FLARF
GERMAN SLANG DEFORMED AND REARRANGED
—-NAME A HEALTHY DEFENSE——
SYMPTOMS IDENTIFIED IN POETRY
NOT A DREAM OR A JOKE
NEUROTIC RAZOR BLADES
RUSTY NAILS IN BOARDS
SHARDS OF GLASS
MISUNDERSTANDINGS
————————————————————————————-
LIFE MAY NO LONGER BE AVAILABLE
THE INTERPRETATIVE POWERS OF READERS GONE SOUR
CONDENSATIONS OF GERMAN SLANG
HOWEVER CRUDE OR PAINFUL
ONE MUST REMOVE THE GLUE
NAKED BUT FREE OF THE HABITUAL SELF
*you want to be free of the habitual self (secret number one)
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DADA SPRANG FROM DEFORMED GERMAN SLANG
ANGRY ABOUT THE DILUTION OF GERMAN SLANG
“I TAKE OFF MY SHIRT, YOU WILL SEE”
GLUE MARKS WHERE THE CORPSE WAS CUT FREE
PAIN CORRUPTS THE POETRY
UNRAVELING SPOOLS OF GERMAN SLANG
DADA IS IN EXILE—DADA IS INCEST
EMPTINESS FREE OF FLASHLIGHT BEAM
YOU HOLD THE FLASHLIGHT, JOHNNY BOY
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REALITY IS ACTIVELY ADHESIVE
I FEAR ANOTHER CORPSE
BONDING TO MY BODY
I PROJECT MYSELF FORWARD
I CREATE MY OWN FUTURE
“PLEASE JOHNNY BOY,
IF YOU SHINE THE LIGHT
OVER HERE
YOU WILL SEE MY TRUE SELF”
*you are not instinctively
or mechanically obliged
to do so
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A HAND WITH A BIBLE HIGH, IMPORTANT CHARACTERS FALLING OUT
POETRY SPEAKS OF FOOD OFF THE SAME PLATE, CUTLERY SUPREME
ANIMAL NATURE TO HIGHER SELF, ROCKY PATH AND GOLDEN WOOD
A SOLITARY TREK, ENTERTAINING AND BEING ENTERTAINED
ASSAULTED BY FINGERS THAT KNOW NO LIMIT TO GRASP
PROLONGED IMAGINATION IN A WORLD OF SILK
NOT KENTUCKY DANCING GIRL
NOT RUG-BURN FRICTION
*not crawling out a window to escape
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THE ROOM WAS FULL OF CAST-OFF LOVERS
NO ONE COULD HIDE THEIR SEXUAL PAST
MEN IN SILK TROUSERS FRESH FROM THE TRUCK STOP
DANCING GIRLS FROM KENTUCKY—REALLY WHITE GIRLS
THE INFLUENCE FROM EMBARRASSMENT WAS OVERPOWERING
CELIBATE TYPES STOOD IN A CORNER, GLOWING OF GUILT
A WEAK MOMENT, A WOMAN WITH A HARD, STURDY FRAME
A PERFUMED HANDKERCHIEF NEAR HER GUATEMALA
A POSSIBLE HINT OF A PREVIOUS BOUT
FEMININE SADDLE AND IVORY SOAP
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celibate lines in a rows like at the school disco (we don’t have proms…we don’t have halls big enough) – waiting to be asked to jitterbug
to cut a rug – devils dance
lines of adolescents wait fot the next massacre – I’ve never read the ‘good’ Book – I only use it balance a wonky table –
she had the shoulders of a tennis player –
writing down the words as soon as they appear is like hiking with a thousand maps and magnet next to your compass – it’s the journey
never the destination
spinning arrow
spinning dial north is south – where is west? east is communist red and it’s over there
unlucky toothless Kentuckians one number away from that lottery win – rusty cars – pickles in jars
invention of new torture
Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
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we vaguely recall the history of Levithan – was it always thus? –
a generous gift from a faceless benefactor in silk trousers?
– who’s motives
unknown – a front for nefarious activities –
fingers trapped in the foundry – fingers lost in the machine – missing digits of the really white girls who glow angelic after sleep-overs at the Curie house –
sleep overs you’ve spied up – outside the window with didactic memory and pad and pencil in case it fails
she asked me to do something that made be blush – but I did it anyways –
I have reached that age hen I can not be held responsible for my actions –
i have pulled the guts from the poetry machines, I have braided the wires together
her latest postcard has been delayed at the sorting house for eternity
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HER LATENT POSTCARD WAS DELAYED HUNDREDS OF TIMES
HOLIDAYS, BIRTHDAYS, FAMILY GET-TOGETHERS
DOWN-TO-EARTH BOYISH IN APPEARANCE
SOMETIMES SHE JUST WANTED TO PULL IT OUT
AND SAY, “LOOK AT WHAT I’M PACKING BOYS”
SHE HAD THE GRASP AND WIT OF A MAN
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A ROOMFUL OF HEARTS RENEWED—YOU PULLED OUT THAT POCKETKNIFE
GIRLS WITH LOOSENED MANES, BOYS YEARNING FOR A POKE
FLAKES OF FIRE FELL FROM THE SKY
YOKO WAS UP A TREE AT HER AGE
PEOPLE NEVER MENTION HER HOOVES
A GRADUAL AWAKENING
SATAN IN HER SOUL
ENSLAVEMENT
ENDLESS PAIN
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EVERY THREE MINUTES THERE WAS A MARITAL QUARREL
HARD-LINERS FROM FACTORY WORKERS
SCOLDING AND TEASING THE CHILDREN
YOU HACKED OFF THE OUTER PROTECTIVE SHELL
A HIGH AND MIGHTY POCKETKNIFE
POETRY DISGUISED AS PROSE
THE SMELL OF SAPLINGS
*preferential treatment behind bars
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NO NOSTALGIA FOR BYGONE DAYS
THE ENDLESS QUARRELS
SOMETIMES THERE WAS NO TIME TO THINK
NO TIME TO COUNT THE SYLLABLES IN NAMES
NO TIME TO BURY THE DEAD, EBB AND FLO
FEET WASHED UP ON THE SHORE
PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE SHOES
FLOODED THE INTERNET
THE IMAGES WERE SCRUTINIZED
ONE FOOT BELONGED TO 27 MISSING PEOPLE
ACQUAINTANCES SPOKE OF UNNATURAL VICES
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EACH FOOT THAT FLOATED UP ON SHORE
HAD A VOICE
THE POLICE WERE SILLY
THEY COULD NOT TRANSLATE “DEAD PHRASES”
I CIRCLED THE SKY
TALKING TO THE BODY PARTS
I AM A VESSEL FOR THE SPIRIT WORLD
BEFORE TELEVISION I LIVED IN THE BIBLE
PEOPLE REFERRING TO THEMSELVES
IN THE THIRD PERSON
DOES IT MAKE YOU THINK ?
YOU HAVE TOUCHED EVERY BOOK IN THE LIBRARY
ARE THERE SENTENCES THAT YOU CANNOT LICK ?
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there are no contemporary parallels to biblical sources
the long home of Ecclesiastes painted black
nothing bizarre or mysterious about death
bitter jokes about being grilled over the flames
liberated new age minds neutralize the pain
“you will become unresponsive ”
at night bugs eat the scabs
prickly irritations
cat tongue kissing
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HAVE YOU PURCHASED THE PRIVILEGE FOR ANOTHER TOMORROW ?
WHAT CAN COMPETE WITH YOUR IMAGINATION ?
HUNGRY PEOPLE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN
TREMBLING WITH EAGERNESS
THEY SPY YOUR AWKWARD LOVE
YOUR FRUIT FROM A SECLUDED GROVE
STARVATION DEFINES LIFE, MONSTROUSLY
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Icelandic screams & tiny woman in big cars – oriental twins next to bad graffiti – dead children & masking tape x’s in newly fitted windows – unfinished buildings the unfinished book – smelling of last night – two holes have appeared at the end of the world – don’t be afraid of looking at the naked body – life is contours
marble sculptured honeymoon action –
the acid in my stomach is fizzy my imagination stretches out through the lines of my body
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I saw you today drawn back into your nest
you were questioning your friends
your friendships
the importance of being sweetened
not a single double-gender on the shelf
just men in embryonic leisure
words paved and well-traveled
misplaced and displaced
biographical and geographical
ejaculations in sentence fragments
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EJACULATIONS SAFE FROM NIGHT CREATURES
SIPPING COFFEE, SMOKING ITALIAN CIGARETTES
LISTENING TO FANCY PANT JAZZ
THINKING ABOUT THE POSTCARD
SHE SHOWED ME
AM I BEING UPSTAGED BY AN IMITATOR ?
NUMBER ONE NO MORE
NUMBER TWO DON’T CUT IT
I WILL BE SOMEBODY ELSE
A WORD CHEF NEEDS NO RECIPES
ACCURATE EXPRESSIONS ARE VISIBLE
THE BROKEN GLASS—THE BAREFEET
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ONE CAN PULL BABIES OUT OF WOMEN ALL DAY
IT MEANS NOTHING, APES AT THE DINNER TABLE
ONLY YESTERDAY YOU WERE AN APE
THROWING ROCKS AT YOU
CAN I AWAKEN SLEEPING BEAUTY ?
STEPPING THROUGH FIRE
IS NO SMALL FEAT
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GROWLING PLUNGER TRUMPET
DADDY VOICE—REMEMBER ?
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headphones wringing with the sound of black futurism –
pyramids and space travel – lost in sand and footprints in time –
never try and count the stars
never try and start a war
– I remember dark nights of baby cries, milk and new teeth
the creak of a rocking chair,
twilight
over there
– lullabies about the plague, beheadings and death –
long before the invention of Leviathan Corps
before space age cutlery
– dreams of castration and teeth loose, wobbling in their holes, bloodied gums –
words stick in throats like fish bones & skeletons feeding on a steady diet of nothing
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I COULD IDENTIFY WITH BLACK FUTURISM
MY ARMS WERE TOO SHORT
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO HOLD ON
EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE JUST SLIPPED AWAY
FACES AND NAMES, FAVORITE TEETH
A DOZEN PARENTS
HALF OF A ZOO
SOMETIMES ALL I HAD WAS MY SUN AND MOON
I COULD NOT REMEMBER THE PISS-HOLE HARLEM
AT NIGHT ONE COULD BUY THINGS THERE
OPTIMISM AND FREEWHEELING LOVE
I WOULD TAKE WHITE WOMEN WITH ME
THEY WERE LIKE UNICORNS
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FEEDING ON A STEADY DIET OF NOTHING
(SEX) WEIGHED DOWN IN BOREDOM
EVERYTHING IS COVERED IN GRAVY
BLACK, BROWN, BEIGE
HONKERS AND SQUEAKERS
THAT WAS THE LIFE
ORIGINAL LANGUAGE
FISH BONES AND SKELETONS
ORNETTE COLEMAN AND JOHN COLTRANE
THERE ON THE SOFA, UNTOUCHABLE
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MUSICAL CASTRATION
WHO KNEW THERE WOULD BE NO NEW SEEDS ?
LOOSE TEETH TO A STRIPTEASE NUMBER
YOU CAN SQUEEZE THE GUMS
AS YOU PERFORM IN THE SLOWEST
SEX ACT OF YOUR LIFE
HOW LONG CAN IT GO ON ?
TURN OFF THE LIGHT
SO DETAIL ATTENTION
GOES AWAY
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IS IT POSSIBLE—A TIME BEFORE SPACE AGE CUTLERY ?
CUTLERY WITH SIGNAL UNDERSTANDING
DETAILS BROADCAST THROUGH WIFI
REAL ANGUISH IN THE WAVES
PULSE AND VITALITY
AND TIGHT FORESKIN
RECOGNITION OF DONG DRAMA
BEDROOM SLOPPINESS
ARE WE MAKING LOVE YET ?
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the words were in boxes
left out in the rain and the box disintegrates and
the words wash down the street
only to be swallowed by a dog
who will eventually
talk in my voice & like dirty water you
life will he flushed down the drain
slipped down pipes
I don’t believe in god
but I believe in the Beatles she said
something short and dirty late at night amongst neon
flickering lights
street lights like a scene from Tom Waits mind
humans fall out of humans and planes fall out of the sky
online auction for a five pronged fork is hotting up – screen name is Ornette Colemans Mask
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ADDRESSING A DIFFICULT FLUSH OF LIFE DOWN THE DRAIN
ASPIRING POETS PUSHING
ABRASIVE WORDS
UP CRACKS IN THE CONCRETE
POETS WITH CURVED INSTRUMENTS
TROUSER SAXOPHONES
CAKES OFF BABY BOY
THE PORNO WORLD OF ELASTICITY
DARKTOWN IS NEVER ON THE NEWS
“THE POLICE NEVER GO THERE”
INJURED OR NOT—YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN
PEOPLE THE COLOR OF BURNT CORK
NUANCES OF INJURED ANIMALS
GOD LISTENS TO THE DRUMS
HE REMAINS A FRONTIERSMAN
NEVER WASHING HIS UNDERWEAR
JUST THROWS THEM AWAY
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BEEN DOWN TO DARKTOWN
WHITE PEOPLE DON’T SELL THE GOOD STUFF
POSSIBLY STIMULATING BUT NOT DEFINITIVE
THEY CALL IT MODERN ART
NO EXCUSE
NEVER HAS BEEN
JUST SIGNALS
WHEN ONE
NEEDS
A
SIGNAL
(DARKTOWN) *
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ADDRESSING A DIFFICULT FLUSH OF LIFE DOWN THE DRAIN
A LOG WITH SUPERIOR PERSUASION AND MANIPULATION SKILLS
“YOU’RE THE PRACTITIONER AND I AM THE PRACTICE”
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT, “YAWN AND I WILL FLUSH”
*all the years of training can never prepare you for the act
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UP ALL NIGHT WITH A MEMORY COUGH
SCIENTISTS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
NERVOUS ABOUT REANALYZED SEX
THEY SEND THE YOUNG ONES TO LOOK
HAVE I BUDDED ?
I’VE GONE INTERNAL
REDUCED AND REDUCED
I’M ALMOST JAPANESE
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CASED IN FLESH AND BLOOD
THINGS PASS INTO POSSESSION
UNATTACHED AND ROOT FREE
7000 CARDBOARD BOXES
DID YOU LABEL THE ONE WITH JESUS ?
SYMPATHIES AND AFFINITIES AND BAD SCABS
OBEDIENT TO THE BLOOD/THE BLOOD WHICH IS LIFE
AT THE GATE THEY LOOK AT YOUR HANDS WITH THEIR CRAZY EYES
ANY SIGN OF BLOOD AND YOU’RE TOSSED TO THE WAYSIDE
THAT WAS THE FATE OF JOHNNY CASH AND HIS WIFE
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UP ALL NIGHT WITH A MEMORY COUGH
BLACK CURTAINS TO KEEP OUT THE SOULS
OF SLAUGHTERED BODIES
PEOPLE BEING SWINE
EMBARRASSED ABOUT THE MEAT
CLEAN HANDS HOLDING FOUL FLESH
ONE MUST FRY THE PROPHET A LONG TIME
BEGINNING, AND TO THE END
*drowned in life head first
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7000 BOXES————BURNING HOPES
HIGH-MINDED MAGNIFICENT POETRY
SPLENDOUR AFTER SPLENDOUR
LONG LENGTHS OF FLESH
WILDERNESS CREATURE LIKE
“I WANTED TO RUN AWAY”
TO PURIFY THY OPENINGS
UNFLINCHING AT THE SIGHT
SHRIEKED AND VOWED NEVER AGAIN
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SLEEPING WITH CIGARETTES IN BOTH HANDS
FORBIDDEN TO RETURN HOME
7000 BOXES, SOME SPECKLED WITH YESTERDAY’S WORDS
ARE WE NOT TO TRAFFIC WITH DIVINITY ?
EACH WITH HIS/HER POETICAL HABITS
FONDLED VOCABULARIES
SHARKS AND LARKS
TEMPTATIONS
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7000 boxes and each one with a motive—a visionary perspective
tolerable bites, just keep telling yourself that they are tolerable
the wilderness is calling you—redemption will not arrive
to surrender loved ones, your earthly identification
the door locks never to open, the fallen world
Eden lost to disobedience
all your poetry conjures autobiographical visitations
trying to transcend the former home
the benevolent providence
*NO ONE CLAIMS THE BURNING HOPES
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OH, ME LABORS ARE ME PLEASURES
ERROR AFTER ERROR
IN BLACK AND WHITE
INNOCENT WITH NO OCCUPATION
VARIOUS OUTLINES OF ME FACE
AM I CALIBAN, WHO SWALLOWED JONAH ?
AM I WAVING MAN TO BEAST ?
THE SAME STORY OVER AND OVER
A LIFE IN SHIPWRECK
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DRINKING BECOMES A LIFE IN A SHIPWRECK BOTTLE
THAT PART OF PLEASURE KNOWN AS BOOZE
PAIN MEDICINE AND MENTAL CONVERSATIONS
WEARING A SEAT BELT TO WALK TO WORK
TRICKS BASED ON MISDIRECTION
ROMANCE BASED ON MISDIRECTION
FORGERY IN THE BOOK OF LOVE
RAPID PAIN FROM THE ADULT WORLD
SMALL HUMAN DEFECTS SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION
FORCED TO SAY, “OH, ME LABORS ARE ME PLEASURES”
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fast food flarf
the aggravations that chaff the outlet – the doctor will prescribe cream for that – signatures missing vowels confused the detective – no fingerprints left
no paper trail
fast food secretions
we forged the forgery and fooled the lie detector – heart rate steady – out defects are seen in full lights when naked –
fast food undernourished
at the back seat of the cinema – a hole in the pop corn box –
studies of the unmade sculpture
message left in bottles washing up on shores
the edge of everything
frays and bends
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TO LIVE AS A STRONG AND AUTONOMOUS INDIVIDUAL
FANTASIES AND NOT ONLY FEARS BUT REAL FEARS
TO SAY THINGS WE ARE AFRAID TO SAY OUTLOUD
FLARF IS THE “AMITYVILLE HORROR” OF POETRY
LIFE CONTAINS A SURPRISING NUMBER OF PARALLELS
READ BETWEEN THE LINES BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE
THE SURFACE LEVEL IS THIN
DISRUPTIVE SULFUR
AN INCH WITHIN
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AS ONE DRIVES DOWN THE BACKROADS OF KENTUCKY
ONE SEES PROOF THAT COMMON PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING
THE UNPLEASANT TRUTHS OF THE HUMAN CONDITION
ARE LITTERING THE YARDS OF PROPERTY OWNERS
OVERDRAFTS FROM THE BANK HANG LIKE FRUIT
FROM THE TREES
NAKED CHILDREN CHASE CARS
BEGGING FOR A HAND-OUT
YOUNG ADULTS WITH NO CHANCE AT INDEPENDENCE
OR PERSONAL IDENTITY
TEXT FRIENDS WITH IMAGINARY PHONES
PETS LONG DEAD ARE HEAPED TOGETHER
NEAR A PILE OF TIRES
LIFE SEEMS TO LACK INTERPRETIVE POSSIBILITIES
A CALM DETACHMENT RENDERS FOLKS APATHETIC
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OVERRIDING ANXIETY—–TECHNICIANS CONSTANTLY ADJUSTING THE POETRY MACHINE
COMPUTERIZED POETRY—A VICIOUS CYCLE OF THOUGHTS FROM A PLASTIC/METAL BOX
SURVEILLANCE OPERATIVES AND DETECTIVES—CONSTANT RED IN SPIT AND URINE
FACELESS PAIN PILLS TAKEN WITHOUT COUNTING—RESOLVED BUT NEVER FIXED
HIGH-POWERED PAIN PILLS THAT TURN EVERYTHING ONE-DIMENSIONAL
CRYING INTO A PILLOW WITH STATIC INTELLECT—MANAGEABLE METAPHORS
A LIFE OF WHITE PHENOMENON FAR FROM DARK TOWN AND AUTOPSIES
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YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE OUTER BANKS OF DARK TOWN
PAIN-KILLING DRUGS BY THE TRUCKLOAD
OFTEN MELTED TOGETHER FOR EXTRA BOOST
ILLEGALLY OBTAINED POETRY
AMATEURISH STUFF
EVERYTHING NEEDS THE PUBES TRIMMED
IN KENTUCKY, BREASTS ARE OFTEN UGLY
MEN ASK WOMEN TO COVER UP
ON OPEN-MIKE NIGHT
CHEERFULNESS CAN BE AGGRESSIVE
NEUROSIS, PSYCHOSIS, BORDERLINES
MISOGYNISTIC POLICEMEN USE PEPPER SPRAY
UNSUBDUABLE LARGE BREASTS FACE THE WORST
ROADBLOCKS ON ALL THE ORIFICES
MATERNAL LOVE THOUGHT OF AS MONSTROUS
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SMALL POETS SCRAMBLING FOR WORDS
SCAMPERING SMALL POETS
SHOWING SLIGHTLY PARTED TEETH
HURRIED AND FEARFUL LOOKS
THE NEW MEDICINE
BURNED THE IMAGE
INTO MY PICTURE MEMORY
*somewhere Johnny Cash
was singing as if he
was underwater
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VIOLATING THE SECRETS OF THE PAST
HUMAN CREATURES ONCE VALUABLE
HELPLESS DRUNKS AND LOUSY SEX
LIFE INSIDE A HOLLOW DILDO
CORRUPTING MEDICATION
ELABORATE BARRIERS
UNDER HEAVY CLOUDS
SIMPLE CURIOSITY
MISTAKE AFTER MISTAKE
INNOCENCE CANNOT BE REPLACED
POETRY IS AN INTRUDER
A PIPELINE WITH A COMMODE ATTACHED
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RECOGNIZE AUTHORITY AND PUT ON YOUR SOCKS
WORDS SOMETIMES DEMAND A CHANGE
IN MEANING
NEARLY INTERCHANGEABLE
BUT NOT 100% INTERCHANGEABLE
YOUR SOCKS ARE NOT WORDS
RECOGNIZE AUTHORITY AND PUT ON YOUR SOCKS
CREATURES WITH NO OPENINGS
EMPLOY NONVERBAL LANGUAGE
POPULAR CULTURE HAS ITS OWN SLANT
DOUBLE-VOICED BRUTES SPIT ON LESSER POETS
LIQUID WORDS STREAM FROM OTHERS’ MOUTHS
SNOT-SPIT FROM H.P. LOVECRAFT
SLANG AND OBSCENITIES
BROWN THRONE BEAUTIES
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BEGGING FOR A SCRAP ON THE HONEYMOON NIGHT
GRAMMATICAL FUNCTIONS—OVERWHELMING
DARKNESS CONCEALING THE SUBJECT
REPETITIVE POETRY (SHE SAYS I SAID)
CLEAN PUNCTUATION NO NAPKINS
BURLESQUE SMELLS, FRENCH BOXING
PATIENTLY SQUEEZING
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THE NON-SPEAKING CHIMPANZEES WANT THE GOOD LIFE
SQUATTED DOWN WITH THE CHILDREN RUNNNG WILD
FOR EXTRA TREATS WIFE-APE WILL DO PELVIC ROLLS
CRAYON COLORS AND THE RUDIMENTS OF RHYTHM
I TRY TO COUNT MY FINGERS
I TRY TO BE HONEST
MYSTERY KEYS
IN THE POCKET
GOTTA SLEEP NUDE
ONE BIG CHANNEL
CREATIVITY
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NORMAN HAS FORGOTTEN TO KISS HIS MOTHER
GOOD NIGHT
FOR TWO WEEKS
I GET EMAILS FROM A MINISTER
INFORMING ME THAT NORMAN’S MOTHER
IS ALMOST ENTIRELY NELECTED
ALSO THAT THE BLUE BULLS
ARE ONLY BLUE BECAUSE OF A MIST
NORMAN’S MOTHER HAS NOTHING
TO DO WITH THE BLUE BULLS
NORMAN’S MOTHER IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
YOUR POETIC TONE VERGES ON DISAPPROVAL
YOU COULD HAVE SQUANDERED
THAT WHICH NATURE OFFERS
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I will lock Normans mum away in a home
far away from the pointing fingers and the towns gossip –
a magnet for trouble and dirt she was,
a headline name
a wrestlers muse not afraid to show off her ankles –
a favourite during the goldrush – six days out of seven in a tent with no sun – rest on the sabbath
sore parts throb
she will see out her days in a room
of pictures – framed blue bulls that change colour with each wave of light that cuts in
& cuts across
and cuts through
like stabbing knives
she called me close
whispered “tell the Devil
to stay away”…
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amongst her possessions: signed photos of ALL the wrestlers
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PUSH PINS IN THE METAPHYSICS OF EVIL
PARASITIC FEMALES
COMMUNICATION LEADS TO FRIENDSHIP
DIFFICULT ORDEALS IN ROMANCE
CONSEQUENCES OF TOUCH
SARAH McLACHLAN
ANGRY WITH BROWN
ON HER LIPS
SHE THOUGHT YOU
WAS A CANDY BAR
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YOU DEVIL
WORDS ABOUT THE FEMALES
FROM THE GOLDRUSH DAYS
WOMEN WHO WASHED AWAY THE GOO
AT GREAT EXPENSE
IT WAS A PERILOUS UNDERTAKING
POLISH MEN WITH GIANT DONGS
BULL-SIZE SACS
SEED SO LARGE
THEY HAD NICKNAMES
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Goldrush females
hair scalped with blunt knives
Smooth as a babys bum brings floods of inappropriate images on–line
old words and phrases change meaning in digital time
nicknames given to avoid detection
nicknames earned in the crucible
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MELODIOUS WORDS—FLARF
NOT TO SAY THE NONSENSICAL
THE MAGIC OF CHEMICAL FRIENDS
AN INNER LIFE OF ADOLESCENCE
SELF-PROJECTIONS FROM THE POETRY MACHINE
ENDLESS COPIES OF AN INFLATED AUTOBIOGRAPHY
THE INK SPILLED FROM THE THORNS OF LIFE
RENDERING REALITY TO IMAGES AND WORDS
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A LIFE SHAKEN BY CATASTROPHE
HOW MANY TIMES DID WE POINT OUT THE DETECTIVES ?
AGENTS WHO WATCH AND REPORT
MOMENTS OF ECSTASY
HOURS OF DESPAIR
COLD REALITY
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CROSSING THE GRAVE
TO GLIMPSE THE ANGELS
TRUE STARS AND DIVINITY
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EACH POEM IS THE LAST
NO MORE WORDS IN A BOX
STUMBLING WITH HASTE
FALSE LOVERS
DETECTIVES
BLACK NIGHT AFTER
BLACK NIGHT OPAQUE
THE JOHNNY BOY DWELLING
PLATONIC SKINS ON THE WINDOWS
RECOLLECTION AFTER RECOLLECTION
POETIC OUTLINES IN THE EVENING LIGHT
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YOU SAID THAT YOUR LIFE WAS BEING ADMINISTERED UNTO YOU
THAT SPECIFIC EVENTS WERE LIKE INKBLOTS ON A RORSCHACH TEST
THERE WAS NORMAN AND HIS MOTHER COUNTING CUTLERY
THERE WAS THE HONEYMOON NIGHT —THE NIGHT OF SURRENDER
THE BEFORE AND AFTER OF YOUR SEX LIFE
THE BEFORE AND AFTER OF YOUR SOCIAL LIFE
PERSONAL MYTHS NO LONGER WENT OUTSIDE
LIFE SUMMED UP IN DEFENSE AND ADAPTATION
POETRY BECAME MADE UP—NEVER EXPERIENCED
CONVERSATIONS ON A DVD—FIXED AND RIGID
EARLIER PLEASURES IN NEED OF COLOR
THE CRAYONS ARE MISSING OR BROKEN
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centrifugal force of spinning planets – an elliptical orbit – we move around each other slow
like drugged debutants –
paths crossed once a millennium time to slow to measure
as thin as a hair, invisible
I make exceptions
juggle conflicting things skating figure of eights
razor blades as tightropes the circus clowns can’t traverse
can’t get from A to B
cartoon lines join the points
there is a plan to drop a bomb on this city
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life administered by unknown forces – scrapped DNA from under nails
Multiple Michael spends weeks at the drawing board planning honeymoon tactics – line drawing and a fevered imagination – the weather here tastes different – the wind blows in different directions –
The man in a suit surrounded by mahogany held up a doll and asked you to point to places that would awaken buried memories
tears taste of tar
If only you could have stopped the fire – you watched it burn from a vantage point hidden and not captured on film
I have all the conversation taped on an analogue machine – I am writing at noon
The meridian
A belt around the waist of the world
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NORMAN HAD NO TROUBLE GETTING FROM A TO B
HE WOULD WORK ON HIS MACHINE IN THE TOILET
SOMETIMES HIS MOTHER WOULD PEEK AT HIM
THE POOR BOY WAS JUST LIKE HIS FATHER
“HE’LL JUST SIT THERE TILL HE GROWS OLD”
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HONEYMOON TACTICS
TO ADVOID IT PHYSICALLY
TO REPRESS IT MENTALLY
TO LOOK AWAY
PERCEPTUAL ENTRY WOULD BE A NO-NO
IT HELPED TO SEE THINGS FROM A DISTANCE
SEPARATED IN CHARACTER AS WELL AS IN BED
COOPERATIVE EFFORTS TO AVOID CONTACT
NO PLOWING OR FATHERING
OR EXCHANGE OF BODILY FLUIDS
THE QUESTION OF STRENGTH
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A MAN AND A BOY ?
FERTILE EXPERIMENTERS IN LONG MISERABLE LINES
REAL MEN WALKING ON THEIR KNEES
SATAN LAUGHING ABOUT THE DEFICIENCIES
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—————————————————————————————-JOHNNY BOY
PARTICIPATE IN WHAT HAS BEEN WITHHELD
———–GETTING AWAY, ESCAPING, ENDLESS SMOKE
THROW AWAY YOUR OLD UNDERWEAR
BUY SOMETHING BLUE WITH STRONG GUSTO
YOU CAN BRAG TO OTHERS
YOU’RE WEARING UNDERWEAR WITH REAL SUPPORT
BY GOD, YOU WILL BE A BETTER MAN
*when you sail down the road, you will be ramblin’
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Japanese people cannot make music:
———————————————————-GYPSY FLAMENCO
———————————————————-JOHNNY CASH
sad to say, “they pluck one horse hair gourds”
knowing the names of things is not enough
one must dance around the ring of fire
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DEALING IN BENZEDRINE
IN FORKS WASHINGTON
CONSTANTLY BEING WET
COMMONPLACE RAIN AND MIST
MUD ON YOUR BOOTS
POOP IN YOUR SHORTS
GIRLS PUSH EACH OTHER
IN LINE FOR ALCOHOLISM
DEPRESSION AND EARLY DEATH
NO BODY WANTS TO KISS ANYMORE
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A HABIT OF AWKWARDNESS
WORDS AROUND THE GIRL AT THE COFFEE COUNTER
WORDS CHEAP AND WEAK
UNIQUE COMMUNITY
THE NEAH BAY METH HEADS
BONES OF FAMOUS POETS IN THE MIX
THE ALICE WALKER BATCH
LIKE IMMORTALITY
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HEARTBREAKING FLESH INTO DUST
LETTERS STACKED LIKE WOOD
READY TO BURN
MY EARLY PURITAN LIFE
NO BETTER THAN A TELEVISION SHOW
CHRISTIANS MOVED FARTHER NORTH
DENSE SPANISH POPULATIONS
THEY EAT CHICKEN FEET
THEIR JESUS HAS HORNS
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DISINTERESTED SENSUALITY
LESS NEED FOR EXCUSES
THE LACK OF BLOOD
AND BACKBONE
PEOPLE ON THE ELEVATOR WITH THEIR FRIED CHICKEN FEET
WALKING ZOMBIE DINNER-TABLE WITH NO HOPE
SLICK FACIAL EXPRESSIONS…NO SELF RESPECT
EVERYONE THINKING YES IN A NO WORLD
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social validation and $1000 trainers – slow moving geography – fat people who haven’t seen their knees since
the last library in town was shut down –
no detours from church
do not pass go GO
shared feelings on a scale of 1 – 10
I forgot about the propel in the elevators – the Otis men and their jazz flutes – smile painted onto bathroom mirrors just incase you can’t muster one –
she gave me flowed and an itch
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OUTSIDE THE STANDARD SCHEME OF THINGS
ROMANTIC GLOSS ON ELEVATOR CHROME
REFLECTIONS OF LOVEMAKING IN THE PAST
OH HONEY, WE ONCE “TORE IT UP”
THE DIRT TURNED TO OLD AGE DUST
AND THE FRUIT TREE BECAME FIREWOOD
PEOPLE DOWN THE STREET
WERE COMMENTING ON THE SMELL
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MEN HAVING SEX WITH OTHER MEN
AND THEN SOMEONE TURNS A BRIGHT LIGHT ON
COMMENTS ABOUT ACCIDENTAL SEX
COMMENTS ABOUT CIRCUMSTANTIAL SEX
IT WAS NO DOUBT THE LACK OF FEMALES
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A LIST OF WORDS THAT TAKE ON POETIC IMPORTANCE
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DARKENED ROOMS
NOTICEABLE ACTIVITY
PHALLOCENTRIC
CONTRARY TO EXPECTATIONS
POETS THINK OF THEMSELVES AS “INVERTS”
ANATOMY LADEN POETRY
TABOO ZONES
MODESTLY GENDERED
UNNAMED FELLOWS
HAND MODEL
HANDSHAKES
JOIN HANDS
STRANGE-SWEET LIPS
SUGARED AND ANONYMOUS
RELATIVE OPENNESS
RIGOROUS SELF-DISCIPLINE
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the family of ants that just moved into your neighborhood
carry with them endless stories of rivalry and murder
compounding violence in broad daylight
interpreter ants, outsider and insider
speak of plenitude before collapse
once-abundant endless life
becomes square inches
numbered
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THE ANTS ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT THE SCENTS
WHY DO YOU WEAR “PAIN IN BIRTH” ?
THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL ARE THROWING ROCKS AT YOU
THEY DO NOT WANT PARADISE
RATHER, A GOOD TAN AND CLEAR FM
NO NEED TO WORRY ABOUT DIVINE ACCEPTANCE
EACH WITH A SPECIAL ELEMENT
TO MAKE THAT CONNECTION
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———————————————-THE SPLINTERS FROM THE ROCKING CHAIR
ARE ORIGINAL SINNERS PROHIBITING THE BOUNTY OF TREES
NOTHING FASHIONS NOTHING
BOUNDLESS ECHOES FROM ABOVE
ENDLESS GIVING
GOD COMPOSES AND RECOMPOSES
EVERYTHING STARTS TO SOUND LIKE A MUDDLED BEATLE TUNE
ALL TRUE COLOR BECOMES GRAY AND UGLY
ANTS EXTEND THEIR ELEMENTS
TRYING TO OBTAIN A BETTER CONNECTION
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VERY DIFFICULT TO LOCATE POETRY
MENTIONING RECTAL WORMS
FROM OUTER SPACE
THE PLENITUDE OF PINWORMS
——–DIVINE————
SINGULAR DEVOTION
PHILOSOPHERS IN SQUIRM
BREAD IN THE UNDERPANTS
FOUL MAGGOTS AND MOSES CHEESE
FATHOMLESS UNDERSTANDING
JEALOUSLY GUARDING HIS ANTS
A LANGUAGE WITH FEW WORDS
A HISTORY PAINED WITH RECTAL ITCH
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noticeable activity translated as beeps on a screen – plotted on a graph – Venn diagrams show the logical relations between all our data sets:
– Kentuckians
– Otis men
-old time preachers
– Joan
– the workers of leviathan
– the hobos of darktown
– jazz musicians in heroin
– blue black bulls
– the Beatle king
overlaps and shadows
the diagram looks like cheap Olympic Rings – missing two
fingers lost inside the brambles
my eyes were inherited and I have the same nose as my brother – we share it – alternate days – I heard a song on the radio
I saw something on the radar
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IF YOU SHARE NOSES WITH YOUR BROTHER
HE KNOWS WHAT YOUR WIFE SMELLS LIKE
THAT IS SORT OF PRIVATE
SEXUALIZED
AN ADULT SCHEME IN GENESIS
THE SMELL OF AIR, SEA, AND A DISTANT BIRTHDAY COPULATION
RIDDLES OF DIFFERENTIATION
*would one think of the bloated pink organ of a blue-black bull ?
PSYCHOANALYTICAL UNDERSONG IN THE TEXT
INTIMATIONS OF MORE THAN ONE CAN DISCERN
HAVING LOOKED AT BOTH PARTICIPANTS
GRAMMATICAL FAMILY GATHERING
TIED UP AND TWISTED
GNARLED AND KNOTTED
*a human agent asked for a ten-word description of the nose
AHAB ENJOYED THE POTATO SALAD
IT WAS VERY AMERICAN
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BEEPS ON A SCREEN——EMILY DICKINSON NO DOUBT
VENTRILOQUIZED CONVERSATIONS
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY TAKEN TO ANOTHER LEVEL
TWO VERSIONS OF JOHNNY BOY AND HIS NOSE
ISHMAEL-QUEEQUEG
AHAB-WHITE WHALE
ONE BLANK FOR THE SIZE
ONE BLANK FOR THE WHITENESS
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READERS OFTEN SWIM IN THE UNDERSONG OF A TEXT
OLD WOMEN ARE AFRAID TO STARE AT CATS UNDERWATER
CATS FIND IT DIFFICULT TO PURR WHILE BEING SODOMIZED
AHAB THOUGHT OF THE WHITENESS OF THE WHALE
ISHMAEL PONDERED THE LENGTH AND GIRTH OF QUEEQUEG
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TABOO ZONES AT THE ZOO
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NEUROTIC OBSESSIONS WITH TAILS
PHANTOM APES READING BOOKS
BUBBLES NEAR THEIR RECTUM
PARAGRAPH FUZZ FROM TOILET PAPER POETRY
GRAMMATICAL LENT FROM A NEIGHBORHOOD ORPHAN
MENACING MEN FROM THE CHURCH
INFLICTED INTERCOURSE WITHOUT WOMEN
CRUELLY CONFINED OUT OF SIGHT
PANIC AND PARALYSIS
WITH JESUS IN MIND
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I think it was a supernatural hand
a reach-around
the start of the milky flow
autonarrating
that is what I wrote on the postcard
(glad-hearted visitants soon to arrive)
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the supernatural hand, the whip hand, phantom limb
invisible
it’s still there
creepy crawling fingers up your back – the highway of the spine
-a knife shard of light through the curtains – postcards on the table from the unsuspecting detectives –
this can’t be used in a court of law
FILE THIS UNDER MISCELLANEOUS
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he knows what she smells like – sharing deep intimacies –
increment by increment –
the nose is available for rent –
good rates much cheapness
psychoanalytical observations of the thoughts that remain unsaid –
the twitch of the eye
the scratch of the knuckle – subconsciously done but observed and duly noted –
you came from your mums inside
exited through a thicket
untamed wilderness and breasts suckled for many moons
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(camera cuts to montage of…)
the extra chromosome
a missing digit
the warehouse where they faked the moon landings
the barn at the edge of town and the scalped cowboy on the plains
the ghosts of the civil dead
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ventriloquist movements
a hand up inside – the manipulation of sound –
through the vocal cords
that oscillate wildly
cats stuck up a tree – helpless symmetry
the purr
her fur
Ahab at the helm
all cracked lips, fixations, tunnel vision
the lack of vitamins C –
soft core buggery on the high seas – rum based lube and physical activities to the sound of shanties lost in the wind
(no oranges consumed in the past 4 months)
a sun drenched Emily figurehead – nipples like targets – head pointing westward
leading the way
——————————————
the maths teacher wore corduroy
trousers like corrugated iron
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(THE BARN AT THE EDGE OF TOWN ?)
OUTSIDE THE EDGE OF TOWN IS THE HILL DISTRICT
AN AREA WHERE INBREEDING IS RIFE
GROSS SUPERSTITION EXERCISES
WITH AND WITHOUT CHRIST
BOB DYLAN IS FAMOUS FOR SINGING,
“NO, NO, NO, I DON’T GO THERE”
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EARTHLY SEXUAL DISTINCTIONS IN A CARDBOARD BOX
HAPPINESS DRIVEN OUT OF TOWN—OUT OF MIND
I SAID THAT I WANTED SOME OF THAT BEARDED LOVE
NOT HAVING ANY IDEA WHAT GOD HAD IN MIND
LONELINESS AND GRUESOME MAJOR SURGERY
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CHILDISH SLANG AND ABBREVIATIONS
POETRY RIDICULED FOR HOURS
STRANGERS DROP OVER DEAD
PHOTOGRAPHERS TOO LAZY
TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS
———————————THE WIFE
IN BED WITH HER BARREL-ORGAN
LIGHTLY COVERED
I REMEMBER WHEN YOU
THOUGHT ABOUT IT
23 HOURS A DAY
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MOVING LIPS—REHABILITATION WITH
THEATRICAL GESTURES
FACIAL MOVEMENTS FOR THE FUTURE
A TIGHT MOUTH AROUND A LATHERY HORSE
COVERED WITH SOUNDS
PANTING COPIOUSLY
THEN A SINGLE STREAM
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EVERYONE AT THE NUTHOUSE
WRITES POEMS ABOUT SALT AND BLOOD
UTENSILS—-KODIAK FUR AND MOVING LIPS
WHAT BINDS US TO OURSELVES ?
THE SURRENDER TO OURSELVES
THE EMBRACE OF SELF-FORGETFULNESS
*escape from the self—a place of many
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WOODPECKERS IN THE NUTHOUSE
MAKES IT SO DIFFICULT
TO CONCENTRATE
“THANK GOD, WE ARE NOT HECKLED WITH HOLES”
BULB-EYED INSECTS MUMBLE
AS THEY TIE AND UNTIE
THEIR PRIVATE PARTS
*pills help with the compression of time
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DORMANT AND DARK
HUMANS AS WALKING MEAT
MATHEMATICIANS THROW AWAY METAPHORS
POET IN LOCKED ROOM WITH DIVINING ROD
SINGULAR DELIGHT AGAIN AND AGAIN
BILLIONS OF MOLECULES—ALL NAMED “MIKE”
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mike the molecule wears a monocle
to distinguish himself from the others – I’ve seen him under a microscope, top hat and cane,
French cigarette dangling, a swagger when he walks, jazz tap shoes in the tiniest of feet
he’s in all of use dormant and lurking like a suppressed rumour,
the poets seeks the new angles,
the shadows where the two points join,
– the poet grows
– the mathematicians subtracts and reduces
multiplies and divides never standing still
looking for zeroes or infinity –
the diving rod was just a stick
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WOODENPECKERS IN THE NUTHOUSE
LESBIAN POETRY GONE WILD
WOMEN ADDRESSED
WOMEN UNDRESSED
THE KIND OF SEX
SPOKEN IN A ZOO
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POEMS ABOUT MORE THAN THE WORDS
PHRASES COINED—OFTEN DIAGONALLY
LESBIANS AT THE WALDORF
SKUNK-BUTT FOREPLAY
HEATHEN SCENTS
SIN AND THE SMELL OF SIN
SEEMINGLY ENCYCLOPEDIC KNOWLEDGE
WONDERMENT OR WONDERMEAT ?
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poetry of interlocking pieces and the off cuts that don’t fit,
cast aside for later,
let the rats nibble on unwanted paragraphs and description of the smallest planets,
many hands make light work,
behind the scenes Emily had 25 ghost writers,
low paid men of letters promised pink vistas – flowers in buttonholes – secret messages
the significance of petals
naked and hairless she glistened in moonlight
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EMILY ONCE STATED THAT HER SNAPDRAGON
WAS TOPS IN APPEARANCE
NO CHILDREN OR HORSE DONGS
TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A COW COLLAR
OR A FLESH COLORED INNER TUBE
SHE DREW AN IMAGE OF IT FOR HER PHYSICIAN
IT WAS JUST A TINY VERTICAL LINE
* it glistened in the moonlight when she was younger —
later in life, it was covered with gauzes and feedsack overlays
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THE SEAM UP THE SIDE CAME UNDONE
GRAPPLING WITH THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
“WOULD SHE DARE DO IT AGAIN ?”
—————————————————————-
DIALOGUE BETWEEN BODY PARTS
THREE-CORNERED PELT
FAT SILK WORMS
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VOCABULARY-BASED POETRY—CONSERVATIVE
TEMPERATE AND LESS THAN SUGGESTIVE
WEDDING NIGHT WITH NO HEADLIGHTS
OH SURE, YOU PARKED THE CAR
JUST TORN FROM HER MOTHER’S ARMS
UNINFORMED—UNPREPARED
NO ONE HANDED OUT A ROAD MAP
—————————————————
POETRY READ LIKE AN ANXIOUS WAIT
IN THE DENTIST OFFICE
CURIOSITY LINGERED AFTER EACH WORD
UNMANAGEABLE MASTURBATION
AFTERWARDS—ALWAYS AFTERWARDS
A WEDDING NIGHT MISHAP
LOCKED OUT OF A FUTURE
FEVERISH AND SORE AND LOCKED OUT
UNDRESSED IN THE DARKNESS OF TERROR
APPREHENSIONS ACKNOWLEDGED
CASTRATING TOOLS
POSSIBLY STOLEN FROM THE FACTORY
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THE TINY VERTICAL LINE
WAS DEFLOWERED IN PAIN AND AGONY
SOME MEN “KNOW” SOME MEN “SAY”
FLESH PAINTED SPECTACLE
WHICH CAN NOT BE REPRODUCED
VARIOUS PARTS TAKE TURNS
BUCKLED LIPS…LORDY !!!
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PREFERENCE FOR IGNORANCE
DON’T TELL ME JOHNNY BOY
OBSESSIVE PULLS
THE HAND—THE MOON
TEXTS FROM THE POETRY MACHINE
INNER SECRETS RENDERED
DARK HOLE FROM DARK CITY
A JAR OF FLUID
STOPPED AT THE SURFACE
HAIR GROWS RIGHT UP TO THE EDGE
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TRUE OF ALL WINGED THINGS
NO TIME TO COOK
OR LUBE UP
RAW GRAMMATICAL MAGIC
COLLECTIVE NOUNS IN THE BACKGROUND
A SPECTATOR GAME ?
A BEDROOM SPORT ?
FRIENDLY RELATIONS
ATLEAST ONE HAND
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one hand giveth the other scrubs it clean
winged beasts circle newly filled graves – bottomless landfills of discarded drafts
crossed out paragraphs – separated wheat from the chaff the farmer and his animals sharing candlelight meals –
what is the collective noun for the occupants of levithan?
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cartoon dotted lines joining A to some other letter, birds flew here
now the sky is empty, flesh paint varies in colour and hue depending on time of day and shadows that are cast long
like a town square clock
her lips were buckled
cleaned window reflecting the building opposite, man in running clothes waiting for a bus, two dead birds, office to let 1507 – 2463sq ft, all enquiries, people watching TV programmes while walking down the street, a million pound ad campaign for a new bar of chocolate, the atrocity exhibit in my hands.
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REVEALING THE FLAWS IN YOUR CARTOON DOTTED LINE
ONE PILL TO HOLLYWOOD AND CAST IN A HITCHCOCK FILM
THE SKY IS NEVER EMPTY—SHRIEKING VIOLIN SOUNDS
NORMAN WAS THE FIRST TO NOTICE THE FEMALE WAILS
NORMAN WITH HIS PAINT-BY-THE-NUMBERS
FLESH WAS #47
HER LIPS WERE BUCKLED
WISECRACKING BUCKLED LIPS
BOYS KISSING THE MIRROR
MEN KISSING THE WOOD-CHIPPER
LIFELESS APPARITIONS
COVERED IN HUMAN SPAGHETTI SAUCE
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YOUNG BOYS NOURISHING VOYEURISTIC DESIRES
NORMAN WITH HIS CATALOG OF BUTT PLUGS
WITH THE PRINCE CHARLES MODEL CIRCLED
THE FUTURE WAS A SEEMINGLY ENDLESS HORIZON
NEAR-ENDLESS VARIATIONS OF BACKDOOR DELIGHTS
NO DARK GAS CHAMBER FOR HIM
IT WAS THE HOLY OF THE HOLIES
THE MOTHER LODE OF BEING A MAN
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SOMEWHERE IN THE BACKROOM
THERE IS A BOX OF AUTOGRAPHS
POSSIBLY ALL THE FEMALE COPS
FROM OHIO STATE
FAMOUS FOR DEVISING
RADICAL NEW APPROACHES
TO SEX
TOPLESS PHOTOGRAPHS
OF WOMEN
FROM THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM
WHACKED-OUT CHARACTERS
WITH LEGAL GUNS
AND DOGS THAT BITE
*absurdist contemporaries—emphasis on being original
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terrible dreams about blind children
trying to wash the chocolate
off their bathroom hands
long-staying visitors in the toilet
problems and mechanics
fabricators of shame
shamelessly contrived
for adults
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BUTCHERLY
SEVERED PARTS
TUBES AND BULBS
VESSELS LEAKING SPAGHETTI SAUCE
UNITS OF INQUISITIVENESS SOON DISSIPATE
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IVAN REPORTED THAT THE RHYTHM
WAS TAPPED OUT BY THE FINGERS
OF ANGELS
I THINK ABOUT IVAN AND HIS SPOUT
GOOSE PIMPLES AND MAN FLESH
AND THE THOUGHT OF HIM IN A SCAMPER
*how quickly the music fades from de’ mind
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I KNOW YOU’VE ALWAYS FEARED
BLIND CHILDREN
I THINK ABOUT BLIND CHILDREN
SITTING IN THE DARK
FINALLY AESTHETIC
RATHER THAN INTELLECTUAL
THE BEAUTY OF THE UNKNOWN
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BLIND CHILDREN TRYING TO WASH THE CHOCOLATE OFF THEIR BATHROOM HANDS COMIC EVENTS WHICH CULMINATE IN SOMETHING THAT CAN NEVER BE MENTIONED
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life is meat
…..later on, you will think about meat sandwiches
the sound of pounding meat
will cause you to have goose pimples
the look on the dead girl’s face
as you stare at her eyes
to determine the color
so you can answer the question
“what color is the dead girl’s eyes”
you could root in her eyes for sustenance
the poet living on the fringe
awakened in the dark by terrible sounds
intellectually, you could perish
you could spill the medicine
you could burn the church
turning over words
to see if anything
had been overlooked
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PALLBEARS WITH WARMING LUBE
WHATEVER IT TAKES
TO MAKE THE FINAL LOWERING
AS PAINFREE AS POSSIBLE
——MECHANICAL FUNERAL 2015
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CORPSES SEALED IN COFFINS
SOME LICKED BY THE TONGUES OF POETS
BELL CLAPPERS WITH CROWDED THOUGHTS
COMPLETE DENIAL OF MOODS
AND ATTITUDES
TINSEL WIG
AND SHORT-SHORTS
YEARNING FOR ECSTASY
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LIFE IS MOVING MEAT
LIVING OUTSIDE THE BLISTERING PAIN
CUT FREE OF BIBLICAL METAPHORS
SLANTS OF LIGHT GIVEN FREELY
OUR INTERNAL DIFFERENCES
LANDSCAPES WITH WEAK SHADOWS
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LIFE IS MOVING MEAT
SUPPLEMENTED BY HAIR AND NAILS
MOMENTARY ELATION OVER FRESH BLOOD
LOYALTY TO THAT WHICH CAME FIRST
BRITISH POETS AND NOVELISTS
SHAKESPEARE AND HIS MULTIPLE HANDS
INSTANT RECALL—OFTEN INCORRECT
BAREHEADED IN LIFE
UNDERGROUND HANDS WAVING
EMILY DICKINSON SENT ME A NOTE
“THIRST NO MORE”
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he said he saw Jesus on the back of a bank note,
reflected in a window,
pure fiction in his daily life,
sandalled man more than a shadow following him
the weight of the past
the heaviness of doubt
a hairshirt to be worn 23 hours a day
the flame licks of an angry tongue
the coffin shaped hole, reserved and paid for
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AGITATION MOTIVATES PLEASURE
TEMPORARILY OR PERMANENTLY ARRESTED
BEYOND THE WIFE HERSELF
BEYOND THE REALITY SHE CREDITS HERSELF
VITAL SIGNS 911 SO LONG AGAIN
TOO WEARY FOR A SPECIFIC TASK
THE VACUUM NO LONGER STRONG
MYSTERY FLUID JETTISONED
THE SMELL OF NATURAL GAS
A LOSS OF LINGUISTIC CONTROL
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YOU LOVED THAT HAIRSHIRT
A WARM SPLIT PERSONALITY
IS A HAPPY IDENTITY
DAILY DETERIORATION
PETS WITH TELESCOPIC EYES
AMNESIAC AT BEST
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CARELESS PILES OF FLARF
WELL-TRAINED WORDS
CELEBRATED VISITORS
POETRY FROM THE PRIVATE REGIONS
ANY MEANS OF SURVIVING
BOYISHLY ENTHUSIASTIC
ABOUT SEX
NONCOMMITTAL
SAFE WITH THE FAMILY
ARGUMENTATIVELY SO
MEMENTOES
PARAPHERNALIA
——————————————————–
——————————————————–
TO TRANSPOSE EXISTENCE ITSELF
INTO WORDS
THE LUSH VELVET BLOOD
CUTLERY BEYOND HUMAN CONTACT
*a remoteness from things and people
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meat next to meat
phantoms of meat
tycoons of meat
fresh meat with a particular allure
Elvis Presley self-contained
textbook white paper
unceremoniously discarded
peculiar thoughts of cutlery
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JABBING A PUDGY FINGER IN THE DARKNESS
OF HONEYMOON PHOTOGRAPHS
RELATIVES BEYOND SKINNY
CINEMATIC SKINNY
“LOOK AT HER BONE JOINTS”
RELATIVES FACING SELF-CONTAINMENT
VULGAR AND MECHANISTIC
IN A JAMES BOND KIND OF WAY
CHARMING AND REPELLENT
THEY TOLD HIM AT THE CENTER
“THREE INCHES IS PLENTY”
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ENDLESS INSISTENCE ON COMEDY AT THE CENTER
JOKES ABOUT STATIONARY SEX
SELF-INVOLVEMENT
METHADRINE
WRAPPED UP IN PAMPERING
AMUSING MOMENTS
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THE SELF TENDS TO BECOME THE SUBJECT
MISSING PHOTOGRAPHS
ANATOMICAL PORTS FOR POETS
UPTURNED FACES BUT NOT MINE
*this transfer of title and ownership
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she was the subject referred to as “Unknown Female 3” – you could see her referred to in the appendix, cross reference in conversation in dive bars and laboratories –
– anatomical bits and bobs, fitting like plugs into walls,
– all photos are edited touched up and changed and you’re still not any of them
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AS A POET YOU LIVE
———————————–IN THE THOUGHT-HAUNTED
WORLD OF JOHNNY BOY
CONTRADICTORY—THAT THOUGHT-HAUNTED MATTER
MYTHOLOGICAL CHILDHOOD
JOHNNY BOY OF COMMONPLACE
YOU’VE SAID THAT A 1000 TIMES
“I’M JOHNNY BOY OF COMMONPLACE”
DOMESTIC DEMONS
A WOMAN AND CHILDREN
MONSTROUS MEAT
ECHOES AT NIGHT
YOU STILL HEAR THEM
AS A POET YOU LIVE
———————————-IN THE THOUGHT-HAUNTED
WORLD OF JOHNNY BOY
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———–THE MOST EXOTIC GERMS
ARE LOCATED IN LIBRARIES
EMPLOYEES CONSTANTLY UNDER SCRUTINY
INTERPRETIVE POSSIBILITIES
THE SMELL OF THE MIDDLE AGES
BEFORE PILLS MANUFACTURED ERECTIONS
THE PHYSICALITY OF HERE AND NOW
IT WAS OUR GOOD FRIEND
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UNFIT TO BE THE CUSTODIAN
OF THE LOCAL DOLLAR STORE
DEMONIC POET
DEMONIC INVENTOR
FLARF AND TECHNOLOGY
ENDLESS DEMONIC MACHINES
MACHINES THAT CONSUME
THE WASTE MATTER
OF OTHER MACHINES
DVDS OF HUMANS WITH THEIR MOUTHS
SUPERGLUED TO THE RECTUMS
OF OTHER PEOPLE
MILES BEYOND THOSE LIMITS
TRESPASSING ON THE SKIRT-TAILS
OF TECHNOSCIENTIFIC GOD
A GOD THAT CONSTANTLY DESTOYS HIMSELF
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I THINK YOU THOUGHT MUTAL EXHAUSTION
WAS LOVE
STRAPPED TO A BED
SHE WAS PLEADING TO BE UNTIED
“UNKNOWN FEMALE #3”
CHILDHOOD TRAUMA
AND YOUR DAILY MIRRORS
THE PEDIATRICIAN WANTED TO KILL YOU
HE WARNED OF FUTURE
BADLY CONSTRUCTED SENTENCES
LONG AGO
HE ADVISED MOTHER ABOUT A HYSTERECTOMY
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THEY’VE FOUND THE POETRY MAGAZINES
YOU’VE HIDDEN OVER THE YEARS
FLARF ABOUT BEATNIKS AND HIPPIES
MOTH-EATEN PANTIES
SOME LOOSE-LIMBED GIRLFRIEND
NEVER GRATIFIED
JUST BROWN STICKY
PATCHOULI OIL EDGES
SHE WAS THE FIRST WOMAN
YOU EVER WATCHED POOP
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POETRY ABOUT BLUE GUITARS
AND YELLOW AFTERNOONS
BUTTONED-UP
AND UNBUTTONED
AT THE REST STOPS ON I-95
SAVAGE CONFESSIONAL POETRY
SIMPLE HAND MANIPULATION
COMPLEX COLONIC ACTION
STRUGGLES ON THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL
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FREAKISH READINGS OF “MOBY DICK”
RADICALLY ALTERED
THE EATMOREWORDS EDITION
IMPORTANT ERRORS
MARGINAL ADDITIONS
FEMINIZED CHARACTERS
SAILORS BAWLING TO BE MILKED
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POETRY HALF ERODED BY TIME
EACH WORD A TOMBSTONE
THE RAWNESS OF SORROW
BEGGING CORRECTION
HAVING SCATTERED THE ASHES OF FATHER
EXPERIMENTAL POETRY—DADDY’S NOT DEAD
A DRAFT OF THE TRANSLATION DENIED
PERFECTLY LEGIBLE YET ILLEGIBLE
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the eatmorewords edition is now pulped – one copy still exists
& one manuscript with all the sex and drugs left in
– sailors off their gourd miles from home and experimenting over the meridian
– “drop anchor” is the common cry
drop anchor
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THE SOUND OF HOSTILE LAWYERS
LATE AT NIGHT THE LEGAL ACTION
UNLIKELY TO BE REMEMBERED
MARCHED OUT OF EDEN
GUILTY OF FOOTPRINTS
ON THE COPYRIGHT CARPET
DAILY ELEGIES AND FUNERALS
BOOTSTRAP POETRY
HESITANT URINE
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YOUR FIRST POEM WAS LIKE A PEAT BOG FIRE
HINTERLANDS AND BOYISH ROMANCE
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scribbling on yellow legal pads
confined space
elbow to elbow eyes down
belt and braces theory
trajectory of clues fades out
everyone as CULPRIT
are you gay, straight, clown, curious?
15 districts have witnessed the plague
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eroded by eraser swipes
lightbulb moments few and far between
no electricity here
tombstone flarff is all dates and names – granite hard words carved
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AT THE BRIDEGROOM MOTEL
THE BOYS WERE NERVOUS
DREAMS ABOUT SUCTION CUPS
AND WATER SNAKES
UNNATURAL SHAPES
POSSIBLY AN ELBOW IN THE TUNNEL
RESISTANCE
MOMENTARY PAIN
MISSIONARY STYLE
SIMULATED SUICIDE
INK-STAINED FINGERS
A RATHER UNTHINKING NOTE
MIXING FACT WITH FICTION
PSEUDOCIDE JOHNNY BOY
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THE COMMON PROPERTY OF ALL ANIMALS
A HUNGER FOR THE FLESH OF A LOVED ONE
CALCULATING THE MUTUAL HATRED AT HOME
THE TONGUE AND THE TEETH
MUST GO ON THE ROAD
*a meal not tarnished with bickering
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suction cup therapy leaves marks on skin – everyone is nervous,
aren’t you?
have you read the instructions?
I was missing page 5 and 9
– but this follows no rules
constantly writing notes
a blur of inky fingers disappeared inside
up to the knuckle
missionary style is safe as a milk
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AS A YOUNG MAN
I THREW MYSELF INTO THE CONTROVERSY
THE SUCTION CUP PHENOMENA
WAS NEW TO THE COMMUNITY
FILTERS WERE NOT IN PLACE
ONE COULD EASILY SLIP BEHIND A BUSH
AND HAVE A GO AT IT
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A RELATIVE WITH EXTRA LARGE EGGS
WANTED DESPERATELY TO EXPERIENCE
SUCTION CUP COITUS
HAVING VISITED A FARM
HE HAD A BULLISH IDEA
OF WHAT TO EXPECT
*the trick is not to be lured to destruction
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YOU INVENTORIED THE BELONGINGS OF JOAN RIVERS
YOU ATE BEEF WELLINGTON AT A BORDELLO
EACH DAY MUDDLING THROUGH THICK AND THIN
EVERYONE WITH STIFF UPPER LIPS
100 YEAR TEST OF TIME
EIGHT BIG INCHES
HYPNOTIC
*no photos of Lincoln taking a whiz
*no mention of his wife’s tortoise-shell teeth
* “dropping a perpendicular” would crack Abe up
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GAY-STRAIGHT-SLIGHTLY CLOWN CURIOUS
CONSTANT CLUES CONVEYED TO THE READER
THE POET PRAYS
FOR A PROPERLY-QUALIFIED MIND
ONE THAT CAN MAKE EXPLICIT
THE LIMITS
SIGNIFICANT
OR NOT SIGNIFICANT
*word combinations that escape our accustomed grasp
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night classes at the local YMCA teaching suction cup philosophy – a way of life for the gullible
– rule one: DONT SHARE YOUR SUCTION CUP
– cleanliness is next to godliness, supposedly, Satanic hobos is someone else’s shoes
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NIGHT CLASSES ARE CALLED PILGRIMAGE
ONE LEARNS TO ASK FOR THEIR DAILY BREAD
IN CONSTANT NEED FOR MATERIAL BREAD
OUR BREADS ARE GIFTS—NOT OBJECTS
LENT US—NOT GIVEN
MEANT TO BE RETURNED
JOHNNY BOY
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THEY’VE DISCOVERED YOUR POETRY
MORE INVENTIVE THAN OBSCENE
PERFUME COATED UNSAFE SEX
ORAL AGGRESSION
TRANSLUCENT
SEXUAL SQUAT
MUSCULAR LEGS
ANTICIPATING
VIBRANT VERBS
*impersonating Mick Jagger
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FELLOW CLASSMATES TAKING
POETRY MAKING MEDICINES
REINCARNATION OFTEN GOES
HAND-IN-HAND
WITH NIGHT CLASSES
NO SHARP SCISSORS
POETS WITH ROUND EDGES
WRITING ROUND HISTORY
HEBREWS EXPRESSING INTEREST
IN HUGE ROUND BREASTS
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THE LOCAL YMCA HAS SHOWERS
NAZIS SUCTION CUPS
ON THE FLOOR
THE DEATH GAS IS A GIFT
EASY TICKET TO THE SKY
SAVED ME FROM ENDLESS HOURS
OF EMPLOYMENT
ENDLESS TERRIBLE PEOPLE
HEAD-COLDS…….FLU BUGS
I WAS THE FIRST TO WELCOME
THE GRAY PUFFS INTO MY LUNGS
I INHALED AND FELL OVER
*in heaven with Jesus eating pancakes
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PEOPLE GET UPSET WITH ME
—–CERTIFIABLY UPSET
I SPENT 700 YEARS IN THE GHETTO
I TALKED TO EVERY PERSON IN PAIN
I TALKED TO EVERY PERSON WITH A PROBLEM
I SUFFERED A JEWISH FIRST NAME
I SUFFERED A JEWISH LAST NAME
IF YOU STARE AT A MAP OF EUROPE
YOU CAN SEE MY FACE
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we stand on the shore and welcomed the refugees with cups of warm tea
– others float
smashed on waves
think of Noah
– suction cup saviour with all his tricks in one bag
a fear of showers and of
faces in the clouds, like Keanu Reeves in Dracula – looking down over Europe
gay dancing at the YMCA
from people in fancy dress
more David Bowie then Jagger
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HALF-MAN…..HALF-BEAST
JAGGER ON A LEASH
FULLY CLOTHED WOMEN
JUDGING THE LENGTH AND SHAPE
LEGGY-NOT LEGGY
ESSENTIAL REALITY
THE CRYPTIC LANGUAGE
SEXUAL WALKING
CREATION FROM CRACK
THIEF, LIAR…..BARGAINER
SPERMATIC HUMANS
SURROUNDING JESUS
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half man half beast; but which half?
jagger baths in cups of tea
deep rich tan
the colour of wood
the colour of the ark
crack violation in the corners of dark town
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, start again tomorrow
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nothing will be removed
nothing expunged, the words will stand as testament to Leviathan –
remember the fire?
the way the sky was ash and the sirens sounded like they were coming from everywhere?
– the twisted fork, bent spoon, blunt knife and the bones of the workers
– rib cages like prison cells
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(Mick was constantly profiled as a swimmer)
ON STAGE HE SEEMED LIKE A FLOATER
———-a barnyard animal————————
HIPS AND LIPS: ADAPTED FOR WHITE TASTES
touchingly sexy—strangely aristocratic
OTHERS WATERED DOWN THE ORIGINAL BREW
—————-never him—————————–
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the truths of others are lies
wretched people on the street
bus women with eggs in their hair
fear readily unites strangers
die and decay daddy
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united by fear – strangers flock together – the magnetised pull,
the spine of history
a comfortable narrative of vice versa rhetoric –
feeds a hunger the dark holes – the stories of the lost explorers who ate each other – the lost accountants and their adding machines in the forest clearings –
dead daddy serves a purpose
a McGuffin in his own life
new characters have sketchy back stories and weak outlines
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crazy rabbit hole digressions
poetic detours
obscure lexicon
watered-down hostility
expectations
disappointing expectations
compromised pleasure
clown pant rigor
*Charlie Z. uses his body as a bulwark against trite amusement
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I WAS ASHAMED OF MYSELF
CONSTANTLY IN BLOSSOM
THE CRAZY NEGATIVE WORLD
OUT OF SYNCH RELATIONSHIPS
8 PEOPLE WALKED OFF THE ARK
—I WAS 2 OF THEM—
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I WAS ASHAMED OF MYSELF – self loathing in Florida
CONSTANTLY IN BLOSSOM – seasonal adjustments to wellbeing, the seed was planted deep, petals ripped from the bud
THE CRAZY NEGATIVE WORLD – skeletons through the X-ray machine, all bones exposed,
OUT OF SYNCH RELATIONSHIPS – off kilter kisses, lips lacking passion, dry like bark,
– amongst meat, bones & pelts, 8 PEOPLE WALKED OFF THE ARK
—I WAS 2 OF THEM— four shadows cast long on dry land
all part of the plan
all part of the plan
all part of the plan
all part of the plan
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WAS I SELF-LOATHING FOR MY BOTTLE SHAPE ?
———–POETRY LIKE UNNOTICED PERFUME
IMPORTANT WINDOWS: REPULSIVE & REPELLENT
CONTORTED GROUPS OF WORDS
POWERS OF SUGGESTION
UPRIGHT WITH A SMOKER’S COUGH
PROPHYLACTIC AGAINST BLACK LUNGS
IT ALL BOILS DOWN TO THE SQUIRT GUN
———–AND THE SQUIRT
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MACHINES HAMMERED OUT THE PLATES
UNTREATED WORDS
FROM VARIOUS POETS
WEATHERED BEYOND BELIEF
OFTEN INJURED FROM WRESTLING
OR BEING RAPED IN THE CHURCH BASEMENT
FULL OF RAGE AND OTHER VIOLENT EMOTION
——————————————————————–
common as dirt
with the special hole
quivering
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over 8000 dogs stood around a lake of vomit
the older ones had orange teeth
children were tearing the wings
off butterflies
what of the thoughts ?
thoughts which attach themselves
to actual events
violations of the natural
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machines hammered out plates nail marks secret signs
at the foundry
in the factory
Marx and Engels playing parlour games
the forerunner of leviathan
thrown down and exploited
too many ways to mention
furious rage was common place & funnelled into violence
he watched from a distance while it fell into turmoil
Marx and Engels French kissing in the stairwell
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actual events are never 100% accurate distorted
through a prism
the vomit lake thrown up by 8000 mongrels
she had a friend who wished life was an Iron Maiden cover
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ARE YOU HIGHLIGHTING THE GAP
THAT SEPARATES ADULTS FROM CHILDREN ?
REACTIVATION (DADDY WILL RETURN)
REACTIVATION OF MEMORY
A RETURN TO CHILDHOOD
DADDY WILL RETURN
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REDISCOVER YOUR VITALITY IN CHILDHOOD
NO CRAZY GLUE TO REPAIR ADOLESCENCE
MISFITS AND OUTSIDERS (BLUE-BLACK BULLS)
PARENTAL NEGLECT
NOT A SINGLE MINUTE
OF ADULT PANIC
OR
SERIOUS RESOLVE
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