coded messages—now baby bird, that is the message
they probably had no time to lick the perspiration
from a red hot momma doing squats
who knows if they even have a tongue ?
one would hope they had hand intercourse
at the Rhino Club near the airport
possibly a big snort of medicine
groin muscle pointing north—lovingly
the boundary line of art
the precise understanding
of why they came here
a live-sex show ?
*they came here to take photographs
not to write history
THANK GOD WE DO NOT HAVE TO CARRY ALL THOSE CAT PHOTOGRAPHS AROUND IN A BAG ON OUR BACK THANK GOD WE DO NOT HAVE TO CARRY ALL THOSE CAT PHOTOGRAPHS AROUND IN A BAG ON OUR BACK
bright foreigners in the evening sky
generating their own gravity
loaded with after-shave lotion
were there gold chains ?
what about tattoos ?
UFOS are not trapped in the present
they are future-oriented
*self-advertisement is a sport
UFOS ARE FAMOUS FOR DROPPING
AN OCCASIONAL LITERARY PERSONA
FICTIONAL SURVIVAL ON THE PLANET
SEXUAL STRATEGIES
FRICTIONS LUBRICATED
SNIFFED AND TOUCHED
TONGUES POINTING NORTH
ANGLO-SAXON BALL SACS
ROBERT FROST MAY HAVE USED
THE TERM “BRIGHT FOREIGNER”
BUT NOT “COTTON CANDY PUBIC HAIR”
THE OLD BOY CAUGHT
WITH HIS FINGER
PUSHING
INTO A DRY HOLE
———————————I think his finger had incisors
POETRY WITH PRIMEVAL EVOLUTIONARY FACTS
MEN AND WOMEN WITH THEIR WHOLE SKIN
BLUBBER-LIP NOSTRILS BABY
RELIGION
WILL FORCE US TO IMITATE
ITS LEWD AND LASCIVIOUS ACTS
ONLY ONE VILLAGE AWAY
RUN AND HIDE
PROOFREADERS
ARE IN THE TREES WATCHING
———–return to us our beloved UFOs
handsome men on satin sheets
bodybuilders with huge packages
mockingbird pills
———–return to us our beloved UFOs
help us generate more gravity
help us drop Hieronymus Bosch
onto the Church
squash the Christ entertainers
the entire amorphous mass
———————EMBATTLED PERSONA————
what binds you to life ?
I pray for silence but I may never get it
like a farmer who prays for rain
PROPAGANDIST WRITING equals FLARF FORGERY
facts are suppressed—dates altered
one would guess that words are doctored
love left unmentioned
ultimately denied
I traded some Johnny Weissmuller DVDs
to the heretics in the UFOs
for some Blue Jay pills
(the imprisonment of pills…right)
pills to turn oneself into a voluntary fool
standing out by the highway
waving at passing cars
no longer a voyager
quiet, dignified, and within
easy reach of a commode
FLARF and the fear of perpetual imprisonment
poets who exploit their wares
poets who are watched around the clock
privately kept diaries and journals
—official anti-Robert Frost
—semi-official Robert Frost
—nonofficial Robert Frost
—semi-secret Robert Frost
poets who suck the nightmares
from sleep
*a line of literary teeth a mile long
Robert Frost with his various venereal diseases
so proud of his poisoned arrow
reckless rawhide
nonsense
*the lady at the library thought
the more reckless the better
poetry about the boldest moment
of your life
puzzling over a 10,000 piece puzzle
black fishnet stockings
advanced masturbation
beyond learned words
coded teaser words
words of oblivion
——–no dictionary is harmless
Robert Frost last seen taking mouth-watering toxins
his blunt-nosed dusky dong with conspicuous spots
released and on display
possibly charged with purpose
with empty hands he was talking to the sky
something like “I’ve used what I was given”
(poet king released from the COMMANDMENTS)
HONEYMOON PHOTOS WERE FROM THE SAFE SEX CARNIVAL CRUISE
EVIL SPIRITS FROM THE WATER WERE SAYING
“COME IN FOR A SWIM”
LONG DEAD ANCESTORS
LEVITATING AND WAVING
——COME ON IT——
MARATHON PILLS AND HUSKY ENDORPHINS
OUTBOUND WIFE LIKE A HUMAN DOLL
GROTESQUERIES COATED WITH SYRUP
JACKED-UP INNER DRAMA
FAHRENHEIT STICK UP THE BUTT
DOCTOR SAYING
“SON
CONSTANT PREOCCUPATION
WITH ONESELF
LEADS TO SELF-LOVE”
*and now I’m taking pills to abandon myself
I really enjoyed all the footnotes
about buying a bra
I never really bought a bra before
but it was fascinating to learn
about the actual breast size
kind of like measuring
for a genital mackintosh
CONSTANT CODED MESSAGES
AS IF THERE WERE NOT MULTIPLE DETECTIVES
OUTSIDE BY THE TRASHCANS
KNOWN TO PUT THINGS IN THICK ENVELOPES
SOME OF THE GUYS ARE NO LONGER LIMBER ENOUGH
I TOLD THEM TO GET EMPLOYMENT PROOFREADING
A HUMAN DICTIONARY—EDITING WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING
———————————-DETACHABLE MUSTACHES
the smell of saltwater in the bathroom
a UFO replica hanging from the ceiling
I could taste literary sugar
masculine manuscripts
obedience to the foreskin area
multilingual oral
—NO concocted artificial means
poverty was everywhere
permissivists wanted
*regularized sex was better than no sex
detectives burning rubber in the neighborhood
tires screeching like sinners on Sunday
I saw you outside the Church of Writing
portable poems inside your mind
trying to rhyme Karl Marx
(your lie-detector in your hand)
————PULLS OUT A SWITCHBLADE KNIFE———-
dead souls have nothing to fear
everyone else should be shaking
an amateur’s hand can be dangerous
hundreds of disappointed POETS
dead beside the highway
no viruses or bacteria
no poisonous bite
what does it mean to be a part of the scenario ?
self-censorship in the bushes
five pairs of underwear
with metal underpinnings
the dong being perpetually kept at bay
———————————-SUPERFICIAL
below the surface FLARF
the exposed nerves
of poetry
unicorns crazy for your touch
as long as you don’t speak
you’re so California-ese
hot footing it from crime scene #6
forensic observation at the corner tabernacle-
thou shall not flarf
– Karl Marx hid secrets in his beard – economy of scale
puritan work ethic
when the poet dies all the unused words seep into the ground
– worms start subterranean libraries
– the bodies pile up by the side of the highway and swooping black birds peck at eyeballs
– venomous snakes slither nearby
I have no foreskin
removed without my consent due to tightness
to young to remember or care*
– and when I came round they told me to kill all the dancing girls
at the library they complained about lack of wifi
– not at the fact all the last pages had been torn from the books
– a ransom note in hieroglyphics
– a cat and a bird
DO NOT WORRY BABY BIRD
later in life the foreskin returns
I speak the truth
the cucumber gets smaller
the foreskin like a turkey neck
the scrotum in a sling—no more short pants
*you become confused about the relationship
between food and love—why were you going
to Grandmother’s house ?
WIFI IS THE JEWISH WORD FOR “GOD”
from the time of caveman to now
no one could pronounce it
entire libraries are filled with books
about the secret name of the Lord
some guy at the truck stop
was telling me that
The Tower of Babel
was a large library
filled with books
containing
the nearly complete name of God
some of the letters had to be printed
in wildly exotic inks
“red ink”
from thousands of virgins
endless gastronomical inks
*mayonnaise made with the jism from all the animals on the Ark
*the Tower of Babel had been tightly corseted—God took care of that
THE TASK OF POETRY
IS NOT TO PICK THE LEFT
OR THE RIGHT
BUT TO FONDLE
THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM
remember when your parents played musical-chairs ?
that was old map and things have shifted
inhabited in the flesh
but what about the stuff
that grows from magic beans
——-a world crowded in by-products
poets wander like ghosts—haunted by themselves
crying ink on paper—crying words and living shadows
EMOTIONS locked in and inaccessible
inadequately developed adults
considerable patience through the day
internalized apes the whole lot
a row of numbers could never reveal the full name of God
, the removal of a decimal point changed the outcome, computers have tried
a library of books of endless letters
the Babel builders only ever saw a small part of the plan, hidden from the end plan, so many levels
their eyes removed once work completed and fingerprints sandblasted from the surface of existence
– inside the tower a thousand electric sockets and no library
– all librarians seek meaningful employment
ARE LEVIATHAN HIRING?
God has no foreskin
his opening is hinged and squeaks when operated
WITH her IT WAS ALWAYS THE MOOD OF THE MOMENT
with HER it was always the mood of the moment
pitch-hitting in the backroom
coping with dregs of adolescent fever
the editor with the payroll around his dong
balking at paying the employees
balking at paying the poets
the kitchen help were writing derivative prose
gifted with fancy foot tapping
they communicated
with tunic-clad
laundry personnel
porno images of two radishes
and a stalk of celery
lesbians who smelled like deviled eggs
lesbians with androgynous oyster-like openings
stylishly bobbed hair—possibly Presbyterian
poetry is something shouldered together with other suffering
the “idea” of suffering is not the same as real suffering
real suffering is a precious thing
it puts one in a shoebox with God
although stubborn it will produce fruit
I remember that there were giant trees in Auschwitz
it would take up to 7 people to roll the fruit out the gates
biological bodies with angel faces just short of modern times
famous people were in line to use the bathroom
embarrassing moist areas in the genital zones
spoke of time passing
people were actually synchronizing their breathing rhythm
the nontext of raw reality
reworking
anecdotes while in line to poop
constantly rewriting and editing
dating proofreaders for free services
talking about routine sleep
talking about watching the Ark float
and drowning
spies circling the bed of corruption
poets caressed and coddled
self-perpetuating erections
nearly touching the ceiling
human gondolas festooned with roses
ready to glide into teasing territory
ready to shake hands with onlookers
sensitive to the marginalization of sexuality
huge walls and barbed-wire
poetic commercialism
childhood memorabilia
cannibalistic relatives
strange nondescript paupers
self-referential prose
one hand on a vial of poison
a harpoon in the other
————————————-homosexual disclosure in the swimming pool
paralyzing parents with words
a sort of self-indulgent embarrassment
turned inside out
wicked and wickeder
***not one family member mentioned the ventriloquism
spies circling the gathering of friends
read out of a Quaker meeting
intellectual adventure wanted
many things and many people
sociable intercourse
celebrated scientific intercourse
——–guys at the pool hall (available intercourse)
chapter after chapter of self-interest
the skeleton hidden
a human dictionary—soul-bewildering—flatulent
a small book colored with grotesque words
a distempered stomach disordered by FLARF
half-cooked prose—possibly pork
a meat of perverse satisfaction
a literary outlaw on four legs
THE TELEVISION CRUSHES INITIATIVE AND CREATIVITY
a monkey wrench in the world of poetry
5000 famous poets
kill less famous poets
no one knows the number
it was mindless murder
unemployed lawyers gave the whole event a thumbs up
some signing copies of poetry by dead poets
collections of dead letters from the postal system
FLARF could be the giant stone
that makes resurrection impossible
less famous poets are hiding
the world of poetry
a place of miserable friendlessness
and loneliness
—-how many people are disqualified from heaven ?
poets oppressed-cheated-trampled upon
nightmares about stacks of white blank paper
***America famous for romanticizing poverty
buttonless and worn-out
torn and tattered
most females are last year’s poke
most men are bitter and damaged
the FLARF poet is a precursor of the modern trickster
the value of a chamber pot late at night
——————flashlight —turn the damn flashlight on
little petty cares and annoyances
foreigners with small eyes
salty thoughts rubbed
social intercourse new names made from Scrabble words
puzzles to be solved or ignored
self interested sacrificed for greater good – Wickerman scenes at the edge of town
– GET ME THE PREACHER
THERES A EXORCISM NEEDING AT THE POOL HALL –
dead letter offices full of dead words written by dead people –
a man at the office takes the letters home* to read them
to give them life
so he can feel connected
(his boss noticed this and makes a note to discuss this in his appraisal)
romantic poverty
train jumping hobos
Steinbeck landscapes of dust bowls and hard leather faces
– dungarees and no teeth
wooden homes that always need a sweeping
– where am the next meal coming from?
where’s the next poem coming from?
EVERYTHING IS IN WANT 24/7
cleanliness is in constant demand
shouldering the burden of living with relatives
that stank like a PORTA-POTTY in the summer time
a smell that left no room for the imagination
if one could purchase the scent
it would be RIDICULING RELIGION
a blasphemous spray for man and beast
———–differing degrees of church attendance
———–differing degrees of pool hall attendance
poets love to see other people in jeopardy
make it a young lady in her bra
or a blind woman in a tree
to watch someone else struggle
any underdog will do
————————-open a window
and secret observers will arrive
————————-throw out some clues
detectives will mingle outside
****safe sanitized comment for $50
OUTSIDE
a filthy world of alcoholism and drug addiction
crowds of country folk active in a line-dance
the band performing–famous for being rude to Jesus
the lead guitarist parading in riding britches
people swear that he believes his own lies
trust and confidence between poets
to permit understanding without sentimentality
mutual respect
comradeship
****sarcastic remarks are like streetwalkers—you gotta have a thick rubber
readers are concerned with the coding of the inside society/outside society
those on the outside are happy to remain there
outlaws-amateurs-gangsters
possibly well-meaning
possibly not
life starts with “EXCEPT FOR MONEY”
what motivates the poet ?
what is crucial to the development of narrative actions ?
how many bullets/words do you put in the gun ?
the line in the sand—individualism vs. conformity
can you pay the price ?
characterized by the value of churches, schools—families
the school bus drops you off at the pool hall
a life based on “niceties”
or a life based on reality
nothing overrides SELF-INTEREST
what generates the pressure to have to agree with others ?
driving around Kentucky one doesn’t see higher ego functions
fragmentary sensitivity at best—children playing on old appliances
gas stations selling colored sugar spun into hair-like magic
the inner dynamics of the family remain hidden
often eyes look down-one senses deeper personal issues
****one can see the tire marks around intimacies and confessions
other readers handed me notes complaining that you were a professional reader
what was I to say—your roost is thousands of miles away
I know your brother, Freud
a straight shooter no doubt with the thunder thighs
often the visible form has little to no interior
but what was I to say for thee ?
with geometric shells under foot
I stood thee proud
I said that you were beget a pearl
and now you read as a free man
never concentrating on size of word
or opening or closing
way outside the boundaries and separateness
that you read only in expression of your identity
the shells underfoot—will they be used to wall us in ?
the bare essentials and nothing more
God gave us the raw materials
the ingredients to create our experience
deep roots that reach out
****the last road sign APHRODITES TO MARYS next right
SHE SAID THROW AWAY THOSE STONES SONNY-BOY
GONNA MAKE YOUR MOMMA AN IGIGLOO AND MAKE IT FAST
DIFFERENT BUILDERS THIS TIME NO HORNS ON THE WALL
YOU KEEP THINKING THAT YOU WILL ENJOY BIZARRE REWORKINGS
THAT SOMEHOW VIOLENCE HAS BEEN RIPPED FROM THE BONE
THAT MEAT IS MEAT AND THAT PAIN IS PAIN
MEAT WITH NO CONSENSUS
tyre marks encircled the scared family – NASCAR drivers driving in circles –
modern day wagon trains – ENCIRCLE AND CONFINE –
screech of rubber*
smoke clouds the dynamics
– fake hair of the wannabe leader
sewn together from a Russian widows locks –
the band came onstage and the audience went wild
I tried to replace the words with more commonplace ones
words that wouldn’t lacerate one like large shards of glass
life was fragile and every thought wanted to demolish the most delicate
life was the nightly force that denied passion—made the night a shrivel
I heard you say, “I have no other life”
all that mothering chatter about fashioning your feelings
right out the window, Johnny Boy
****outdoing ourselves daily
gotta note today asking me if I was “the multiplemichael”
mentioned in the John Kennedy assassination conspiracy
what could I profit from saying yes or no ?
————–the thought that replicates itself over and over
a great many details into a handful of centering themes
literature from the page—literature from the day-to-day world
life with its elaborate schemes
each word follows the next
POINTLESS
no ordinary pattern
turn Johnny Boy inside out
the flashlight with weak batteries
over-determined darkness
chosen at haphazard—I think not
looking at literature in dim light
recreating inner dynamics
toe-taps towards coherence
a name found somewhere in the dark alleys of footnotes – a name linked to a certain trajectory
words & building blocks
and things that repeat themselves over and over and the number of replicas that fill the day
-to-day
somewhere days are longer that here
empty hands at the head of the queue
and yet FLARF they produced
eating-and-being-eaten
12 years of schooling and that was what was taught
the city kids said, “be careful where you poop”
gents with the larger geometry were afraid of the pool hall
ladies with the smaller geometry were shark-jaws minded
****weird patterns of annular growth
when it comes to Scrabble words
I try to avoid intellectual interpretation
poetry to be left on a coffee table
words to be looked at and handled
words that drip on the floor
social intercourse
limited control over the reader’s response
the text leads to sharing
ego style
the model of decoding machine
been duplicated in China a thousand times
spiral-like meanderings—some words with check marks
poetry with childhood issues
———RIVALRY—————
have you reached the age where you move with the seasons ?
the trees give you a call to inform you of their leaf drop
the bank discards their old worn money and you carry it away
you know your sister-in-law will never be able to hang on
she may be a heroine but long gone—hair in the corners
dusty plots involving the differences between men and women
thoughts about her being there to start supper
the haunting smell of loneliness
—————-justify all the spiral-like meanderings
mother wanting to curl the worms in the shell
——-the brain-matter itself
outworn-outgrown worms
****a birthday wish to reconstitute what has been lost
stained letters with decreasing values
– importance placed on a name
– attempts to get triple scores
attempts to decode the whole board
–
– the detectives with their adding machines
———————————making Easter cakes
young fingers touching the spiritual dough
remembering Easter in Kentucky
the night before-the ladies flying
eyes at the Observatory closed
tongues in town silent
as a male child I was safe
the boy from Bethlehem
a jumble of foreignness
speaking German in the crib
an unpublished tongue
and yet the angels spoke German also
submissive and possibly ravenous
I dare not repeat what I have been told
OTHERWISE WRITING WOULD BE A MISERY
the librarian told you that you must be able to satisfy your drives
as well as manage them———-compulsive poetry ?
if you had an automobile—it would be missing a backseat
your mythological twin is streaming color
storytelling, role-playing, banging the drum slowly
Economical Johnny with his pleasure strokes
inner inertia too extreme for young adults
petrified 30-year-olds in the background
————————–JOHNNY BOY
uncharacteristically nervous
about what men say at the pool hall
the private in private life has much leeway
no clinic for the connection
signals and undercurrents
informal gatherings
rags and bottles
no scholars
the seed of active imagination freely given
placed in a cigar box under the bed
————(time to put up the scaffolding)————–
poetry harbored in the unconscious
standing up in the back of the class
experimenting with spouting words
ideas from photographs in magazines
ideas germinated from an active imagination
schoolboy geographical nostalgia
readers busy trying to rethink everything
resemblances between birth and death
trying to pedal a bicycle up a tree
trying to sustain a narrative form
unsuited for the solitary life
secret hemorrhages
no child was safe during the Easter hunts
adults dressed as rabbits lurking in wooded groves
– all touching lead to dirty fingers
sticky trails
at the observatory they tried to train the lens at the activities down below but the angle was to acute
– they had to rely on memories
SECRET HEMORRHAGES IN BEETHOVEN’S NINTH SYMPHONY
riding public transportation afraid of cross-pollination
geographical germs—old school crawlers
all the errors of the past
people no more than mannequins
the dark backdrop of life
repeating each day
theatrical holidays at small tables
trying to ignore the unwanted in the wanted
damaging Americans—detached and mechanistic
tender tongue focus home—oh please, tender tongue
tongue unpublished
but weighed and served on a supermarket counter
eat the tongue and spit out the words
– a dual language
duplicitous with double meaning
writing is only a misery when the words are out of reach
a growing child far from the lip of the beach
– an automobile with no wheels is just metal
a poem with no words is just paper
a desire to use a 100 words when 5 would do
– MY MYTHICAL TWIN IS REAL –
a bearded beast who can kill a man blindfolded
– economical Johnny was seen trading words at the dime store (always keeping the receipt) –
six hours on eBay looking for a 9 letter word to describe pleasure…
poets sleeping soundly in their beds
chimney-boy wanting to touch
what seldom is seen
thrashing about
till that magic moment
what poetry ?
****walking around the next day with seed inside
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coded messages—now baby bird, that is the message
they probably had no time to lick the perspiration
from a red hot momma doing squats
who knows if they even have a tongue ?
one would hope they had hand intercourse
at the Rhino Club near the airport
possibly a big snort of medicine
groin muscle pointing north—lovingly
the boundary line of art
the precise understanding
of why they came here
a live-sex show ?
*they came here to take photographs
not to write history
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THANK GOD WE DO NOT HAVE TO CARRY ALL THOSE CAT PHOTOGRAPHS AROUND IN A BAG ON OUR BACK THANK GOD WE DO NOT HAVE TO CARRY ALL THOSE CAT PHOTOGRAPHS AROUND IN A BAG ON OUR BACK
bright foreigners in the evening sky
generating their own gravity
loaded with after-shave lotion
were there gold chains ?
what about tattoos ?
UFOS are not trapped in the present
they are future-oriented
*self-advertisement is a sport
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UFOS ARE FAMOUS FOR DROPPING
AN OCCASIONAL LITERARY PERSONA
FICTIONAL SURVIVAL ON THE PLANET
SEXUAL STRATEGIES
FRICTIONS LUBRICATED
SNIFFED AND TOUCHED
TONGUES POINTING NORTH
ANGLO-SAXON BALL SACS
ROBERT FROST MAY HAVE USED
THE TERM “BRIGHT FOREIGNER”
BUT NOT “COTTON CANDY PUBIC HAIR”
THE OLD BOY CAUGHT
WITH HIS FINGER
PUSHING
INTO A DRY HOLE
———————————I think his finger had incisors
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POETRY WITH PRIMEVAL EVOLUTIONARY FACTS
MEN AND WOMEN WITH THEIR WHOLE SKIN
BLUBBER-LIP NOSTRILS BABY
RELIGION
WILL FORCE US TO IMITATE
ITS LEWD AND LASCIVIOUS ACTS
ONLY ONE VILLAGE AWAY
RUN AND HIDE
PROOFREADERS
ARE IN THE TREES WATCHING
———–return to us our beloved UFOs
handsome men on satin sheets
bodybuilders with huge packages
mockingbird pills
———–return to us our beloved UFOs
help us generate more gravity
help us drop Hieronymus Bosch
onto the Church
squash the Christ entertainers
the entire amorphous mass
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———————EMBATTLED PERSONA————
what binds you to life ?
I pray for silence but I may never get it
like a farmer who prays for rain
PROPAGANDIST WRITING equals FLARF FORGERY
facts are suppressed—dates altered
one would guess that words are doctored
love left unmentioned
ultimately denied
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I traded some Johnny Weissmuller DVDs
to the heretics in the UFOs
for some Blue Jay pills
(the imprisonment of pills…right)
pills to turn oneself into a voluntary fool
standing out by the highway
waving at passing cars
no longer a voyager
quiet, dignified, and within
easy reach of a commode
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Johnny W swinging from trees
picking insects from his partners hair
meandering through verdant greens
–
pacified by pills traded for scratched CDs
– dignity lost when your pants were pulled down and you were exposed – 6th grade with stains in your paints
of no use to fellow humans or aliens alike
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WHEN ONE EVOKES THE PAST
IT IS NOT TO ESCAPE IT
IT IS TO CONFRONT IT
TO GIVE IT A BLACK EYE
the floor painted bright red
with harmless clowning
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FLARF and the fear of perpetual imprisonment
poets who exploit their wares
poets who are watched around the clock
privately kept diaries and journals
—official anti-Robert Frost
—semi-official Robert Frost
—nonofficial Robert Frost
—semi-secret Robert Frost
poets who suck the nightmares
from sleep
*a line of literary teeth a mile long
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Robert Frost with his various venereal diseases
so proud of his poisoned arrow
reckless rawhide
nonsense
*the lady at the library thought
the more reckless the better
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poetry about the boldest moment
of your life
puzzling over a 10,000 piece puzzle
black fishnet stockings
advanced masturbation
beyond learned words
coded teaser words
words of oblivion
——–no dictionary is harmless
LikeLike
Robert Frost last seen taking mouth-watering toxins
his blunt-nosed dusky dong with conspicuous spots
released and on display
possibly charged with purpose
with empty hands he was talking to the sky
something like “I’ve used what I was given”
(poet king released from the COMMANDMENTS)
LikeLike
HONEYMOON PHOTOS WERE FROM THE SAFE SEX CARNIVAL CRUISE
EVIL SPIRITS FROM THE WATER WERE SAYING
“COME IN FOR A SWIM”
LONG DEAD ANCESTORS
LEVITATING AND WAVING
——COME ON IT——
MARATHON PILLS AND HUSKY ENDORPHINS
OUTBOUND WIFE LIKE A HUMAN DOLL
GROTESQUERIES COATED WITH SYRUP
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JACKED-UP INNER DRAMA
FAHRENHEIT STICK UP THE BUTT
DOCTOR SAYING
“SON
CONSTANT PREOCCUPATION
WITH ONESELF
LEADS TO SELF-LOVE”
*and now I’m taking pills to abandon myself
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I really enjoyed all the footnotes
about buying a bra
I never really bought a bra before
but it was fascinating to learn
about the actual breast size
kind of like measuring
for a genital mackintosh
LikeLike
CONSTANT CODED MESSAGES
AS IF THERE WERE NOT MULTIPLE DETECTIVES
OUTSIDE BY THE TRASHCANS
KNOWN TO PUT THINGS IN THICK ENVELOPES
SOME OF THE GUYS ARE NO LONGER LIMBER ENOUGH
I TOLD THEM TO GET EMPLOYMENT PROOFREADING
A HUMAN DICTIONARY—EDITING WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING
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———————————-DETACHABLE MUSTACHES
the smell of saltwater in the bathroom
a UFO replica hanging from the ceiling
I could taste literary sugar
masculine manuscripts
obedience to the foreskin area
multilingual oral
—NO concocted artificial means
poverty was everywhere
permissivists wanted
*regularized sex was better than no sex
LikeLike
detectives burning rubber in the neighborhood
tires screeching like sinners on Sunday
I saw you outside the Church of Writing
portable poems inside your mind
trying to rhyme Karl Marx
(your lie-detector in your hand)
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————PULLS OUT A SWITCHBLADE KNIFE———-
dead souls have nothing to fear
everyone else should be shaking
an amateur’s hand can be dangerous
hundreds of disappointed POETS
dead beside the highway
no viruses or bacteria
no poisonous bite
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what does it mean to be a part of the scenario ?
self-censorship in the bushes
five pairs of underwear
with metal underpinnings
the dong being perpetually kept at bay
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———————————-SUPERFICIAL
below the surface FLARF
the exposed nerves
of poetry
unicorns crazy for your touch
as long as you don’t speak
you’re so California-ese
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hot footing it from crime scene #6
forensic observation at the corner tabernacle-
thou shall not flarf
– Karl Marx hid secrets in his beard – economy of scale
puritan work ethic
you scrub my back
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when the poet dies all the unused words seep into the ground
– worms start subterranean libraries
– the bodies pile up by the side of the highway and swooping black birds peck at eyeballs
– venomous snakes slither nearby
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I have no foreskin
removed without my consent due to tightness
to young to remember or care*
– and when I came round they told me to kill all the dancing girls
(no memory of the UFO flight)
*i like to think the nurse has kept a keepsake
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at the library they complained about lack of wifi
– not at the fact all the last pages had been torn from the books
– a ransom note in hieroglyphics
– a cat and a bird
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DO NOT WORRY BABY BIRD
later in life the foreskin returns
I speak the truth
the cucumber gets smaller
the foreskin like a turkey neck
the scrotum in a sling—no more short pants
*you become confused about the relationship
between food and love—why were you going
to Grandmother’s house ?
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WIFI IS THE JEWISH WORD FOR “GOD”
from the time of caveman to now
no one could pronounce it
entire libraries are filled with books
about the secret name of the Lord
some guy at the truck stop
was telling me that
The Tower of Babel
was a large library
filled with books
containing
the nearly complete name of God
some of the letters had to be printed
in wildly exotic inks
“red ink”
from thousands of virgins
endless gastronomical inks
*mayonnaise made with the jism from all the animals on the Ark
*the Tower of Babel had been tightly corseted—God took care of that
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THE TASK OF POETRY
IS NOT TO PICK THE LEFT
OR THE RIGHT
BUT TO FONDLE
THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM
remember when your parents played musical-chairs ?
that was old map and things have shifted
inhabited in the flesh
but what about the stuff
that grows from magic beans
——-a world crowded in by-products
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poets wander like ghosts—haunted by themselves
crying ink on paper—crying words and living shadows
EMOTIONS locked in and inaccessible
inadequately developed adults
considerable patience through the day
internalized apes the whole lot
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the foreskin was thrown out of the window
a bird swooped down
magnificent
and caught it in its beak
foreskin flying baby bird
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a row of numbers could never reveal the full name of God
, the removal of a decimal point changed the outcome, computers have tried
a library of books of endless letters
the Babel builders only ever saw a small part of the plan, hidden from the end plan, so many levels
their eyes removed once work completed and fingerprints sandblasted from the surface of existence
– inside the tower a thousand electric sockets and no library
– all librarians seek meaningful employment
ARE LEVIATHAN HIRING?
God has no foreskin
his opening is hinged and squeaks when operated
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WITH her IT WAS ALWAYS THE MOOD OF THE MOMENT
with HER it was always the mood of the moment
pitch-hitting in the backroom
coping with dregs of adolescent fever
the editor with the payroll around his dong
balking at paying the employees
balking at paying the poets
the kitchen help were writing derivative prose
gifted with fancy foot tapping
they communicated
with tunic-clad
laundry personnel
porno images of two radishes
and a stalk of celery
lesbians who smelled like deviled eggs
lesbians with androgynous oyster-like openings
stylishly bobbed hair—possibly Presbyterian
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poetry is something shouldered together with other suffering
the “idea” of suffering is not the same as real suffering
real suffering is a precious thing
it puts one in a shoebox with God
although stubborn it will produce fruit
I remember that there were giant trees in Auschwitz
it would take up to 7 people to roll the fruit out the gates
biological bodies with angel faces just short of modern times
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famous people were in line to use the bathroom
embarrassing moist areas in the genital zones
spoke of time passing
people were actually synchronizing their breathing rhythm
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the nontext of raw reality
reworking
anecdotes while in line to poop
constantly rewriting and editing
dating proofreaders for free services
talking about routine sleep
talking about watching the Ark float
and drowning
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famous stink
from famous holes
– the odour from trap 4
– Lincoln’s hat visible from above the door
– deep breaths that all become syncopated
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giraffes head poking from the waves
no arms to wave salvation his way
haven’t had routine sleep in 11years
– been nominated for an award
by the Ark builders Association
debased by proofreaders
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Abraham Lincoln once told me
that he thought about Pinocchio
when he masturbated
I was wordless
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spies circling the bed of corruption
poets caressed and coddled
self-perpetuating erections
nearly touching the ceiling
human gondolas festooned with roses
ready to glide into teasing territory
ready to shake hands with onlookers
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Pinocchio the wooden boy
with wood
varnished smooth
for a certain clientele
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sensitive to the marginalization of sexuality
huge walls and barbed-wire
poetic commercialism
childhood memorabilia
cannibalistic relatives
strange nondescript paupers
self-referential prose
one hand on a vial of poison
a harpoon in the other
————————————-homosexual disclosure in the swimming pool
paralyzing parents with words
a sort of self-indulgent embarrassment
turned inside out
wicked and wickeder
***not one family member mentioned the ventriloquism
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spies circling the gathering of friends
read out of a Quaker meeting
intellectual adventure wanted
many things and many people
sociable intercourse
celebrated scientific intercourse
——–guys at the pool hall (available intercourse)
chapter after chapter of self-interest
the skeleton hidden
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a human dictionary—soul-bewildering—flatulent
a small book colored with grotesque words
a distempered stomach disordered by FLARF
half-cooked prose—possibly pork
a meat of perverse satisfaction
a literary outlaw on four legs
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THE TELEVISION CRUSHES INITIATIVE AND CREATIVITY
a monkey wrench in the world of poetry
5000 famous poets
kill less famous poets
no one knows the number
it was mindless murder
unemployed lawyers gave the whole event a thumbs up
some signing copies of poetry by dead poets
collections of dead letters from the postal system
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FLARF could be the giant stone
that makes resurrection impossible
less famous poets are hiding
the world of poetry
a place of miserable friendlessness
and loneliness
—-how many people are disqualified from heaven ?
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marriageability in the human dictionary:
MAN WITH FUNCTIONAL DONG
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poets oppressed-cheated-trampled upon
nightmares about stacks of white blank paper
***America famous for romanticizing poverty
buttonless and worn-out
torn and tattered
most females are last year’s poke
most men are bitter and damaged
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the FLARF poet is a precursor of the modern trickster
the value of a chamber pot late at night
——————flashlight —turn the damn flashlight on
little petty cares and annoyances
foreigners with small eyes
salty thoughts rubbed
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social intercourse new names made from Scrabble words
puzzles to be solved or ignored
self interested sacrificed for greater good – Wickerman scenes at the edge of town
– GET ME THE PREACHER
THERES A EXORCISM NEEDING AT THE POOL HALL –
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dead letter offices full of dead words written by dead people –
a man at the office takes the letters home* to read them
to give them life
so he can feel connected
(his boss noticed this and makes a note to discuss this in his appraisal)
*is it theft of no one wants them?
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Flarf
the barrel that weighed the shark down
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functional and willing to take risks
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romantic poverty
train jumping hobos
Steinbeck landscapes of dust bowls and hard leather faces
– dungarees and no teeth
wooden homes that always need a sweeping
– where am the next meal coming from?
where’s the next poem coming from?
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EVERYTHING IS IN WANT 24/7
cleanliness is in constant demand
shouldering the burden of living with relatives
that stank like a PORTA-POTTY in the summer time
a smell that left no room for the imagination
if one could purchase the scent
it would be RIDICULING RELIGION
a blasphemous spray for man and beast
———–differing degrees of church attendance
———–differing degrees of pool hall attendance
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poets love to see other people in jeopardy
make it a young lady in her bra
or a blind woman in a tree
to watch someone else struggle
any underdog will do
————————-open a window
and secret observers will arrive
————————-throw out some clues
detectives will mingle outside
****safe sanitized comment for $50
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OUTSIDE
a filthy world of alcoholism and drug addiction
crowds of country folk active in a line-dance
the band performing–famous for being rude to Jesus
the lead guitarist parading in riding britches
people swear that he believes his own lies
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trust and confidence between poets
to permit understanding without sentimentality
mutual respect
comradeship
****sarcastic remarks are like streetwalkers—you gotta have a thick rubber
readers are concerned with the coding of the inside society/outside society
those on the outside are happy to remain there
outlaws-amateurs-gangsters
possibly well-meaning
possibly not
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life starts with “EXCEPT FOR MONEY”
what motivates the poet ?
what is crucial to the development of narrative actions ?
how many bullets/words do you put in the gun ?
the line in the sand—individualism vs. conformity
can you pay the price ?
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characterized by the value of churches, schools—families
the school bus drops you off at the pool hall
a life based on “niceties”
or a life based on reality
nothing overrides SELF-INTEREST
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A DEAD HORSE UNDER THE BED
SLEEPING WITH A STINGY-CONNIVING WITCH
FLIGHTY AND SUPERFICIAL
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what generates the pressure to have to agree with others ?
driving around Kentucky one doesn’t see higher ego functions
fragmentary sensitivity at best—children playing on old appliances
gas stations selling colored sugar spun into hair-like magic
the inner dynamics of the family remain hidden
often eyes look down-one senses deeper personal issues
****one can see the tire marks around intimacies and confessions
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removal of skin leviathan sharp implements used
wanted posters on lampposts
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS
MAN?
– quizzical looks
sideway glances at the new faces in the school corridors
– sticking out like an erection in the monastery –
the amorphous mass of the
amorphous mass
I saw a woman so fat it was ridiculous*
*the aliens would have a field day
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witch craft arrived and left in puff of smoke
but small corners of town keep it alive
– nothing superficial about the sabbath
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other readers handed me notes complaining that you were a professional reader
what was I to say—your roost is thousands of miles away
I know your brother, Freud
a straight shooter no doubt with the thunder thighs
often the visible form has little to no interior
but what was I to say for thee ?
with geometric shells under foot
I stood thee proud
I said that you were beget a pearl
and now you read as a free man
never concentrating on size of word
or opening or closing
way outside the boundaries and separateness
that you read only in expression of your identity
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the shells underfoot—will they be used to wall us in ?
the bare essentials and nothing more
God gave us the raw materials
the ingredients to create our experience
deep roots that reach out
****the last road sign APHRODITES TO MARYS next right
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SHE SAID THROW AWAY THOSE STONES SONNY-BOY
GONNA MAKE YOUR MOMMA AN IGIGLOO AND MAKE IT FAST
DIFFERENT BUILDERS THIS TIME NO HORNS ON THE WALL
YOU KEEP THINKING THAT YOU WILL ENJOY BIZARRE REWORKINGS
THAT SOMEHOW VIOLENCE HAS BEEN RIPPED FROM THE BONE
THAT MEAT IS MEAT AND THAT PAIN IS PAIN
MEAT WITH NO CONSENSUS
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from raw materials a thousand things can be made
from egg and flour
the yeast that binds
roots in the soil
soil in the soul
the bluegrass drummer with the $2 hair cut
she told me secrets, whispered them in my ear
I have never felt so electric
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tyre marks encircled the scared family – NASCAR drivers driving in circles –
modern day wagon trains – ENCIRCLE AND CONFINE –
screech of rubber*
smoke clouds the dynamics
– fake hair of the wannabe leader
sewn together from a Russian widows locks –
*that honeymoon smell p
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I did throw away the stones
some sunk
some smashed windows
others were picked up by strangers and taken home
some thought they were alien jewels – they were wrong –
she told me emotions and feelings were numbered and limited
– she told me I’m running low on 7 and 44 –
mamas igloo will eventually melt
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NEWS FLASH———–CLEOPATRA’S IGLOO MELTS
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the band came onstage and the audience went wild
I tried to replace the words with more commonplace ones
words that wouldn’t lacerate one like large shards of glass
life was fragile and every thought wanted to demolish the most delicate
life was the nightly force that denied passion—made the night a shrivel
I heard you say, “I have no other life”
all that mothering chatter about fashioning your feelings
right out the window, Johnny Boy
****outdoing ourselves daily
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paupers and country men drink the puddles
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gotta note today asking me if I was “the multiplemichael”
mentioned in the John Kennedy assassination conspiracy
what could I profit from saying yes or no ?
————–the thought that replicates itself over and over
a great many details into a handful of centering themes
literature from the page—literature from the day-to-day world
life with its elaborate schemes
each word follows the next
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POINTLESS
no ordinary pattern
turn Johnny Boy inside out
the flashlight with weak batteries
over-determined darkness
chosen at haphazard—I think not
looking at literature in dim light
recreating inner dynamics
toe-taps towards coherence
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a name found somewhere in the dark alleys of footnotes – a name linked to a certain trajectory
words & building blocks
and things that repeat themselves over and over and the number of replicas that fill the day
-to-day
somewhere days are longer that here
empty hands at the head of the queue
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the commandment they lost
dug up under sands
thou shall not FLARF
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and yet FLARF they produced
eating-and-being-eaten
12 years of schooling and that was what was taught
the city kids said, “be careful where you poop”
gents with the larger geometry were afraid of the pool hall
ladies with the smaller geometry were shark-jaws minded
****weird patterns of annular growth
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when it comes to Scrabble words
I try to avoid intellectual interpretation
poetry to be left on a coffee table
words to be looked at and handled
words that drip on the floor
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social intercourse
limited control over the reader’s response
the text leads to sharing
ego style
the model of decoding machine
been duplicated in China a thousand times
spiral-like meanderings—some words with check marks
poetry with childhood issues
———RIVALRY—————
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annual growth in certain areas
– slum town on the up and up
shares bought by the truck load
– newspaper toilet paper
brown stained obituary
people could see the sharks fin from the beach
– safe outta reach
the benefit of dry land
I’ve reached that age where I don’t understand what young people are saying
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have you reached the age where you move with the seasons ?
the trees give you a call to inform you of their leaf drop
the bank discards their old worn money and you carry it away
you know your sister-in-law will never be able to hang on
she may be a heroine but long gone—hair in the corners
dusty plots involving the differences between men and women
thoughts about her being there to start supper
the haunting smell of loneliness
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—————-justify all the spiral-like meanderings
mother wanting to curl the worms in the shell
——-the brain-matter itself
outworn-outgrown worms
****a birthday wish to reconstitute what has been lost
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stained letters with decreasing values
– importance placed on a name
– attempts to get triple scores
attempts to decode the whole board
–
– the detectives with their adding machines
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a million replicas shipped in from China
stuck in boxes
FRAGILE CARGO
demons exorcised line after line after line after line
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———————————making Easter cakes
young fingers touching the spiritual dough
remembering Easter in Kentucky
the night before-the ladies flying
eyes at the Observatory closed
tongues in town silent
as a male child I was safe
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the boy from Bethlehem
a jumble of foreignness
speaking German in the crib
an unpublished tongue
and yet the angels spoke German also
submissive and possibly ravenous
I dare not repeat what I have been told
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OTHERWISE WRITING WOULD BE A MISERY
the librarian told you that you must be able to satisfy your drives
as well as manage them———-compulsive poetry ?
if you had an automobile—it would be missing a backseat
your mythological twin is streaming color
storytelling, role-playing, banging the drum slowly
Economical Johnny with his pleasure strokes
inner inertia too extreme for young adults
petrified 30-year-olds in the background
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a poet hungry for detective stories
crime with its powerful erotic pull
asphyxiated before lunch
onion gas from a tiny crack
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————————–JOHNNY BOY
uncharacteristically nervous
about what men say at the pool hall
the private in private life has much leeway
no clinic for the connection
signals and undercurrents
informal gatherings
rags and bottles
no scholars
the seed of active imagination freely given
placed in a cigar box under the bed
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————(time to put up the scaffolding)————–
poetry harbored in the unconscious
standing up in the back of the class
experimenting with spouting words
ideas from photographs in magazines
ideas germinated from an active imagination
schoolboy geographical nostalgia
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readers busy trying to rethink everything
resemblances between birth and death
trying to pedal a bicycle up a tree
trying to sustain a narrative form
unsuited for the solitary life
secret hemorrhages
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no child was safe during the Easter hunts
adults dressed as rabbits lurking in wooded groves
– all touching lead to dirty fingers
sticky trails
at the observatory they tried to train the lens at the activities down below but the angle was to acute
– they had to rely on memories
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SECRET HEMORRHAGES IN BEETHOVEN’S NINTH SYMPHONY
riding public transportation afraid of cross-pollination
geographical germs—old school crawlers
all the errors of the past
people no more than mannequins
the dark backdrop of life
repeating each day
theatrical holidays at small tables
trying to ignore the unwanted in the wanted
damaging Americans—detached and mechanistic
tender tongue focus home—oh please, tender tongue
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tongue unpublished
but weighed and served on a supermarket counter
eat the tongue and spit out the words
– a dual language
duplicitous with double meaning
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writing is only a misery when the words are out of reach
a growing child far from the lip of the beach
– an automobile with no wheels is just metal
a poem with no words is just paper
a desire to use a 100 words when 5 would do
– MY MYTHICAL TWIN IS REAL –
a bearded beast who can kill a man blindfolded
– economical Johnny was seen trading words at the dime store (always keeping the receipt) –
six hours on eBay looking for a 9 letter word to describe pleasure…
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poets sleeping soundly in their beds
chimney-boy wanting to touch
what seldom is seen
thrashing about
till that magic moment
what poetry ?
****walking around the next day with seed inside
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