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WHAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS ???????????????????????????
DID YOU GET A NEW GEIGER COUNTER
WERE YOU FEVERISH
DID YOU REHINGE THAT DOOR
WHAT ABOUT THAT SKUNK
WAS THE ENDING SATISFYING
DID YOU SELL THOSE GUNFIRE WORDS
DID YOU SAY NO A THOUSAND TIMES
etc.
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Christmas is a u-boat of suffocation
no doors were re-hung but a picture of a power station was framed,
a 3 hr struggle with precision and symmetry, a battle of straight lines
and equilibrium.
God is a spirit level.
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Yes.
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ALL THESE WORDS TO PREVENT A SINGLE THOUGHT
SUPPRESSING—ALLUSIVE COMPLEXITY
EXPRESSIVE VOLTAGE
I KNEW SHE HAD BEEN WEARING MY UNDERWEAR
AFTER MULTIPLE WASHINGS
THEY WERE NO LONGER WHITE
WITH ALL THE PAIN OF SELF-DISCOVERY
CAN YOU TURN A CORNER ?
CAN YOU THROW AWAY THE SCRAPS OF HER ?
REMEMBER THE SMELL OF HER LOBSTER ?
UNDER THE DARK CANOPY—SILENCE IS A PROTAGONIST
YOU WERE RAISED IN THE SHADE
EACH MORNING TO THE JOUNCE OF A RISING CURTAIN
YOUR YOUNG SEXY HAIR
STRANDS OF SEX HAIRS INTERTWINE
THE PATTERNS ON THE WALL
CURVING DEPTHS
ROUGH PEOPLE MOVED ABOUT
YOU WERE VERTICAL
AND READY TO GO
*a secret pipe-smoker
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Where. The hell. Have you been.
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I HAVE BEEN WORKING WITH THE “GENESIS” PROJECT TEAM
HELPING TRACE HUMANITY BACK TO THE GARDEN OF EDEN
IF ONE GOES FAR ENOUGH
ONE FINDS ONESELF
AT THE CELLAR DOOR
BETWEEN EVE’S THIGHS
JOHNNY BOY TRUMPS SUCH LEARNING
NO GOD, JESUS, BIBLE FOR HIM
HE TALKS ABOUT APES
AND GILLS ON BABIES
WHERE DID HE BUY HIS SMARTPHONE ?
ANYWAY, JOHNNY BOY AND I PURCHASED POETRY MACHINES
HE ORDERED HIS ON eBAY AND I BOUGHT MINE FROM A PIRATE
IT STILL HAD BLOOD ON IT—NOT JOKING !!!
WE’VE HAD A TRUCKLOAD OF FUN WITH PRODUCING WORDS
CHARLIE ZERO HAS BEEN JEALOUS AS HELL
HE SEEMS STUCK IN THE QUICKSAND OF FLARF
I PRAY FOR HIM (and kiss his girlfriend every chance I get)
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I HAD TO STOP DRIVING THE AUTOMOBILE
BECAUSE EVERYTHING BECAME ITALICIZED
THE DOCTORS BLAMED THE SMOKE
“THE TRODDEN PATH WAS THE WRONG CHOICE”
I WAS TO RECOGNIZE THE SIGNPOSTS
AND OBEY THE LETTER OF THE LAW
————-SURE-FOOTED REFUSAL————-
BAMBOOZLED BY A MONEY-DRIVEN
DOCTOR WHO COULD HARDLY SPEAK ENGLISH
I DO NOT THINK SO
HE WAS DISTURBED WHEN I TOLD HIM
THAT HIS HEART WAS A PISS-BAG
OF SATAN
*what do I care….I’m 300 yrs old and ready to pass
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SO MUCH OF WHAT I WAS MAINTAINING
————WAS INCORRECT
HOW WAS I TO KNOW THAT “REALITY”
IS COMPOSED OF SHARED PERCEPTIONS
AND NOT JUST MY UNIQUE EXPERIENCE ?
I LIVE IN A SCHIZOPHRENIC HOUSE
IN A SCHIZOPHRENIC CITY
I WALLOW IN CRAZINESS
I ENJOY THE IMAGINATIVE
AND LIVELY ASPECTS OF IT
I COLOR IT WITH CRAYONS
I GO ON THE INTERNET
AND SHARE WITH OTHER DEVIANTS
SHARED MEANINGS
AND CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
*vote yes to pharmacologic intervention
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the genesis project found me looking for signs of creation in everything I saw – deep within cereal packets, in the back of drawers, in the mechanisms of a 1000 flowers –
paper trails wont lead back to Eden –
Eden is an imaginary place,
just as imaginary as a jabberwocky
– ancient ribs buried in stone
– images on my smartphone
– the project wanted things that couldn’t be found – their hypothesis was skewed based
in belief not facts –
nothing tangible to work with
nonsense nonsense nonsense and myth
only the facts will do for Johnny Boy
– third person perspective –
– he controls the detectives, blood samples in the fridge,
the science of words,
the science of things
multiple Micheal driving his car down straight tracks on tarmac
window down
the trunk filled with defaced bibles missing vowels names scratched or changed
pirate eBay sells the good stuff
buckets of flarf in a meaningless world
peas in a pod
Lennon & McCartney
Jagger & Richards
the high priest of dark town
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POETIC PERPETRATORS OF A CHRISTIAN HOAX
SENSITIVE TO MICK JAGGER, LET HIM LOVE
TORMENTED BY AGE, HE IS 300 YEARS OLD
MOVING WORDS NO LONGER LEAP FROM HIS LIPS
HOW MUCH TERSER HIS ROMANTIC HIPS ?
JUST A SKULL AND BONES ON A STAGE OF CHAOS
BY HIS BOOTSTRAP, HIS WONDERFUL SADDLEHORN
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WHAT CAN ONE SAY ABOUT POETS WHO WRITE
“CONVERSATIONAL POETRY” ?
CROWNS AND POUNDS AND GUINEAS ABOVE FLARF
INNER DIALOGUE, GRAMMATICAL CURLY LIPS
PAINLESS SUICIDE WITH A SWEDISH GIRL MAGAZINE
QUESTIONABLE NAMELESS VICE, LUBE AND HAND
*what a sad strata of the past
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in the abbatoir they hung emotionally crazed people with northern tongues – hung by their feet blood rushing to their heads – a skull full of blood and ideas –
no water in the resoviour
I bought all the punctuation I need at the entrance but I’ve run out and now lines run into each other like a motorway pile up of dead people
bent metal and smashed glass
the clammy touch on thigh
one eye to the ground, searching, what have you lost?
The plot
The plot
The plot
swedish girl magazines have no storyline or narrative,
just image of flesh and saunas
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in another life I buried a 1,064 poems in the Siberian perma frost – revolutionaries trampled over it -soviet boots carrying misdirected ideology –
so far from the original path –
– the need for a good moustache –
gulag prisoners dug them up and de thawed them by rubbing them between their thighs – there was no MEAT – just frost and the remaining idea of MEAT –
– skeleton cars lined half finished roads –
skeletons sat in skeletal cars – deaths creeps
I buried 1,064 poems under frozen mountains –
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POETRY SEEMS TO BE NO MORE THAN A SNEAK THIEF CAUGHT
SELF-PAINTED INTO ODD AND DISCONCERTING CORNERS
SELF-DRESSED PEASANTY, CATERED, VICTIMIZED
EACH DETECTIVE HAS AN AGENT, SCRUTABLE AT BEST
PERCEIVED LIKENESSES OF MOVIE STARS
DIVORCEES WITH VISIBLE PADS
FATHER-ABSENT CHILDREN
ANCESTRAL HOMINIDS
CAPABLE OF EVOKING CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
BUSY TRYING TO MANUFACTURE DISRUPTIVE CONFLICTS
BUSY TRYING TO DISGUISE DEEPER DISTURBING CONFLICTS
WISH-FULFILLMENT IN ACQUISITION OF LIMITED LANGUAGE
SUPERFICIAL AT BEST, WE PASS CODED MESSAGES
—–“THE CLAMMY TOUCH ON THIGH”—–
NEWLY-WEDDED BRIDEGROOM IN FINANCIAL CRISIS
HIS ANGLO-SAXON TRUNK FULL OF DEFORMED BIBLES
CONSTANTLY MISSING VOWELS
DRIFTING WITHOUT A RUDDER
TECHNOLOGY WITH ITS SIREN SONG
HUNGRY MACHINES IN BOTH HANDS
MIXTURES OF MOTIVES AND MOTIFS
EPISODES OF DAILY LIFE
MECHANISTIC ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT FEMALES
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THE NUMBERS ON THE ODOMETER ARE BACKWARDS
A COMPLEX, OMINOUS RELATIONSHIP
BOTH PSYCHOLOGICAL AND SELF-GRATIFYING
TRUNKS FULL OF MOTEL BIBLES
MISSING VOWELS
CARNIVOROUS VOWELS
MUTATIONS WITH WILD TALENTS
DOZENS OF PLASTIC BAGGIES
FULL OF FACELESS LETTERS
WHITE PEOPLE TRY TO EXPLAIN
ALL RIDDLES
TECHNOSCIENTIFIC HOGWASH
DARK WATCHES FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW
HOLDING ON TIGHT TO ANY AND ALL COMFORT
UNPLUGGED REARS HAVE SAT ON THE CUSHION
BUTTOCKS WITH A BURIAL GROUND PORT
PSYCHOANALYTIC TRAJECTORY
MOTHER DRESSED IN VOWELS
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in another life I buried a 1,064 poems in the Siberian perma frost – revolutionaries trampled over it -soviet boots carrying misdirected ideology –
so far from the original path –
– the need for a good moustache –
gulag prisoners dug them up and de thawed them by rubbing them between their thighs – there was no MEAT – just frost and the remaining idea of MEAT –
– skeleton cars lined half finished roads –
skeletons sat in skeletal cars – deaths creeps
I buried 1,064 poems under frozen mountains –
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bad news, Joan’s daughter is trying to sell riddles on the street
humor that corrupts adults, naughty man-parts
funnel-shaped holes wet with imaginative sap
library staff reduced to tears
why do they have to stock filth ?
—-CONVERSATIONAL POETRY—
a constant threat
to the adult world’s standards
poets with ambiguous identities
poets noted for experimentation with virginity
controlled substances and anal pranks
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MOTHER IS USING THE MISSING VOWELS
TO MAKE COSTUMES
WHO WILL CHASE THE TRAIL OF ALPHABET DROPPINGS ?
CLOTHING MADE FROM MISSING VOWELS
MISINTERPRETATION OF CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
————–WHAT NEXT ?——————
THE SPLENDOR AND MYSTICISM OF LIFE WILL VANISH
HOMOSEXUALS WILL RAPE NASCAR DRIVERS ON TV
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VOLUNTEERS AT THE HOMOSEXUAL MEAT MARKET
SHERLOCK HOLMES WITH HIS PARACHUTE FARTS
STRATOCASTER BLASTER—POINT IT OVER THERE
EACH PUFF, A VIGNETTE OF HISTORY
REPURPOSING THE PAST
WITH
FETISHIZED RECTAL VERBS
GRUNGY SMELLING WORDS
THEATRICAL MOANING
MYSTERIOUS FRICTION
JULES VERNE PEEKING
PACHYDERM DONG
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DO KENTUCKIANS CONCERN THEMSELVES
WITH CASTRATION ANXIETY ?
——————-BOOTLEG LIQUOR————–
WOMEN WHO RESEMBLE MAE WEST
PENDULOUS CHARMS
JUMPSUIT FLESH
LOCAL PEOPLE CALLED THE HOT SIN :
THE PERSIAN KITTEN
THE ULTIMATE THRILL FOR HETEROSEXUALS
ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE BEFORE BED
TOUGH ON THE OUTSIDE
INSIDE A SLICK LAYER OF WILLINGNESS
A “FROG-STABBER” FOR THE CABARET
POINT YOUR KNEES UP
AND PERMIT ATTACHMENT
POINT YOUR KNEES UP
AND SIGNAL THE UFO
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DETECTIVES FOLLOW PEDIGREES BACKWARD AND FORWARD
CLARITY PURCHASED WITH MYSTERY MONEY
NO INTRODUCTIONS TO SOILED HANDS
THE FAMILY TREE IS IN THE CLOSET
TOUCHING THE CHRISTMAS TREE
SOMEBODY WAKE UP JESUS
AND GIVE HIM THE NEWS
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DETECTIVES SHOULDERING THEIR WAY
CONSTANTLY SAYING ONE THING
AND MEANING ANOTHER
EXPLICITLY SEXUALIZED POETRY
WORDS NEEDING TO BE SHAKEN
WORM-EATEN WORDS BEYOND SHAKING
PURITANICAL WORMS…SOME WITHERING
THOSE UNDER THE FORESKIN—FAT
CHOKE, CHOKE, AND OVERHEAT
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people who leave Christmas trees up all year round – a string of fairy lights cover the house – a melting snowman exposed his internal organs of stones and buttons –
you can see it from space –
the couple with separate beds – the feeling you get submerged
in over your head
holding on like a baby holding a tit
There are no blueprints for this
no schematics as to how this should fit together
I sleep with plugs in my ears o
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I SLEEP WITH A SACRIFICIAL LAMB
THE LACK OF MARRIAGE
IS THE SEPARATION LINE
LACKING ALL POWER
TO EXTRICATE MYSELF
I PRAY TO JESUS
TO BE MY SUBSTITUTE
TO MILK JESUS
FROM THE BOTTOM
TO THE TOP
CONTRARY MOTIONS
FANCY FLAMENCO
KISSING COUSINS
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SURGERY ON POEMS
WORDS THAT WILL NOT SLIDE OFF
THE TONGUE
A BODY PART
A HOT SPOT FOR VOLUNTEERS
DE’ RATHER FAMOUS PACHYDERM DONG
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UFOs in Tupelo
in the place where things grow
penance for thoughts of pivotal moments – the words as bullets the mouth a gun
– hollow & holy
half hearted attempts to transgress
– changing seasons but inside it’s the same – a chair facing a TV
– a fridge whirling
– a house settling down for sleep and dreams
a collection of cutlery in a small museum south of Sheffield
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had another dream about her again nocturnal emissions
my underlying condition
undiagnosed and the symptoms
the visions
hell and other people
populate this prison
take your date of birth and use as grid references I’ll meet you there untold here
we held hands as we moved from location to place to destination
we don’t need maps
the volunteers have deserted
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TALK ABOUT THE OLD DAYS DOESN’T BOTHER ME
THE CLOTHES, MUSIC, AND THE MENTAL HEALTH JEWELRY
YOU AND I WERE CREATIVE PEOPLE SEARCHING FOR A CREATIVE SPACE
AND THEN “SHE” SPRANG INTO YOUR LIFE WITH HER COLLISION OF BODY PARTS
DAY AFTER DAY AT THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY YOU WOULD TALK ENDLESSLY
ABOUT HER DISNEY WORLD BREASTS AND HER PIPE ORGAN TUBE
I SHOULD SAY, “HER SUCKING PIPE ORGAN TUBE”
EVERY DAY YOU WOULD ELABORATE ON HOW SHE PURRED
WHEN YOU CLEANED HER SPARK PLUGS
SHE OPENED YOU UP TO FETISHES AND FASCINATIONS
YOUR HANDMADE PERSONA WAS GONE
YOU WERE NO LONGER HAYAO MIYAZAKI
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INNOCENT HOMOSEXUALITY SEEMS TO BE EVERYWHERE
LOADED GUNS AND SHARP KNIVES
SUPPRESSED HOMOEROTICISM
IN EVERY POEM
WRITTEN AFTER 1956
DEHUMANIZING THUGS ERASE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE
VIOLENCE REPLACES LOVE, GUARDED VIOLENCE
SHARING SLEEP WITH OUR EYES CLOSED
PILLOW TALK ABOUT OUR CAPACITY TO TERMINATE
WE CLIMAX AND WE KILL
JOYOUS CARNAGE
FRESH BLOOD ON A WHITE SHIRT
A RAPID FLOW OF BRIGHT RED BLOOD
SCARY DEMONS IN VOICES
FINGERS PUNCHING 911
CRAP FLARF HITS THE TRASH CAN
REAL POETRY OPENS THE SHOW
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YOU ATE TOAST AND BUTTER AT LUNCH
AT THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
I GORGED ON EROS AND ANDROGYNY
I WAS FROM SOUTHERN INDIANA
I WAS OPEN TO PIVOTAL MOMENTS
TO BE YOUNG AND FREE TO EXPLORE
POETIC CODES OF CONDUCT
TO BE ENGAGED IN PARODY AFTER PARODY
LOADED GUNS AND MOTORCYCLES
A CONSTANT PARADE
OF BEDROOM COMPONENTS
ARROWS POINTING IN BOTH DIRECTIONS
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ARROWS POINTING IN BOTH DIRECTIONS
A CONSTANT IN AN INCONSTANT WORLD
FOR LACK OF LOVE, EMPTY GIFT BOXES
VERBS PREVIOUSLY EMPLOYED
INTELLECTUALLY INADEQUATE
*Emily Dickinson often speaks of death as being unattainable
**as difficult and painful as it may be, one lives through death
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WAS “SHE” A RECURRENT DICKINSONIAN CHARACTER ?
THE PASSIVE CONSTRUCTION OF PASSION
YOU WITH YOUR SOFTLY RAISED ERECTIONS
POETIC SLOBBERS OF GIRLHOOD AND WOMANHOOD
CANDLES AND ODD FLOWERS AND SWEETS FROM BELGIUM
*were you smoking seductive feminine elements in the bathroom ?
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precious little was left after the fire –
the cutlery melded –
knifes into forks into spoons into smouldering hulk o’ metals – amorphous blobs –
buckled conveyor belts in the skeletal shell –
LEVIATHAN BURNED TO THE GROUND
– no clues or footprints at the scene
witnesses witnessed nothing
– she is the cause and this was the effect – weird science with words
I am not Hayao Miyaki –
I am not Damo Suzuki
—-
crime tape surrounds the scene
her spark plugs are nice and clean
her heavy metal shirt
from a dream
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Erections there and never discussed
probing at the zip of your fly – the only reoccurring theme is the lack of theme – the characters change their name but you know then by their gait –
emissions and explosions
trip wires surround my house
mines underground
I have enough tinned food to last the year out – 6 passports – splinters from the hobby horse
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suppressed everything over fill
over spills
the flood gates
i take photos with a pen
I think in every country the people “down south” cross borders of familiarity – 7 fingered cousins at the hoe down –
push pins &
ponderous poems at the ponderosa
with poems there are no codes
conduct depending on where you’re standing
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BEFORE THE FIRE, “SHE” WAS A COMPOSITE SISTER-LOVER-MOTHER
NEVER STATIC, INNOCENT HOMOSEXUALITY SPOILED
ERUPTIONS FROM A JISM VOLCANO
MAPS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL DILEMMA
DIFFERENT SIZE FINGERS
HEAVILY DISGUISED DIGITS
EACH WANTING TO WIN ITS WAY
EACH WITH A BURDENED CONSCIENCE
A HAND IN THE UNDERPANTS
NECESSITATED
NOT A SINGLE NAME
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SELF-SURRENDER
TO A HAND IN THE UNDERPANTS
A THOUSAND PRAYERS ANSWERED
THE FEEL OF ANOTHER FLESH DOWN THERE
AND THEN THERE WERE THE SCREAMS OUT ON THE STREET
THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY WAS ON FIRE—HOW COULD IT BE ?
LIKE A SLAP ON THE FACE FROM THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS
EROS REMOVED ITS HAND AND ECONOMICAL SODOMY TOOK ROOT
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————————-EROS REMOVED ITS HAND—————————————-
AND ECONOMICAL SODOMY TOOK ROOT——————————————–
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OVER A 1000 MAGAZINES DEPICTING CUNNILINGUS
WERE DISCOVERED IN A SECRET BUNKER
IN THE BASEMENT OF THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
————many questions have been asked———–
PSYCHOLOGICAL VAGINAS ON EVERY PAGE
NO MALE NUDITY, MANY FULLY CLOTHED
EXAGGERATED WADS OF HAIR
ON DOLLS OF ALL SIZES
SEXUAL ORGAN
COMMITMENT
TO SMELL
TO TASTE
WITH EYES CLOSED
WHAT WERE THEY THINKING ?
MYSTERY SCENTS PERMEATE
PORNOGRAPHIC CHEESE
ENTRENCHED MOISTURE
PERMISSIVE BROWN ZONES
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suppressed everything over fill
over spills
the flood gates
I take photos with a pad
I write with a camera
I think in every country the people “down south” cross borders of familiarity – 7 fingered cousins at the hoe down –
push pins &
ponderous poems at the ponderosa
with poems there are codes & rules
to trample on – horses hoofs in the valley of death
always behaviours
always outcomes
but these depend on where you’re standing and your line of sight
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the 1000 spank mags – centrefolds stuck together – bushy pubis in athletic positions – shaved mounds cunnilingus powder burns –
bruised knees like at confession in front of stained glass
stained undergarments thrown out in the rain –
– in china they can now grow penises in laboratories and plastic vaginas are bought on line – humans beings are surplus now
soon
just meat to feed machines
we’ll be known by our teeth and the whirls on out fingers
– we r going the way of dinosaurs and pens
– French cigarettes cover the smell of French cheese –
the new Leviathan will resemble a chateau –
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—–SMILING APPRECIATION—–
PHOTOGRAPH AFTER PHOTOGRAPH
ODD COLOR EUPHEMISMS
DILUTED STARES
AT RAGGED LANDSCAPE
VELVET SOFTNESS
TENDER TOUCHING
THE PARTING OF SEPARATION
POUTINGLY PROVOCATIVE
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MANSERVANTS LINED UP
GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT PHRASES
SPLINTERED WORK AND PLAY
100% CLEAN HANDS
MYSTERIOUS SOUND EFFECTS
———-MANUSCRIPT————-
DISLOCATION BETWEEN MAN AND MACHINE
EVER-MORE NARROWING
TO BE FREE
FROM THE CONSTRAINTS
OF LINEAR CHRONOLOGY
RESTRICTIVE RENDERING
OLD NEIGHBORS FROM THE LEVIATHAN
PEOPLE WITH CEMETERY TEETH
PHOTOGRAPHS OF CATS LICKING
MULTIPLE CATS TRANSGRESSING
GEOGRAPHICAL BEARINGS
AMBASSADORS OF POETRY
INWARD MANSERVANTS
ARTICULATE LANGUAGE
MACHINES AFRAID OF THE DARK
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SPLINTERED WORK AND PLAY ARE LISTED AS NORMAL
LIBIDINOUS FORAYS, CIRCUS CLOWNS BOTH FAT AND SKINNY
SOME WITH PURITANISM AS IF ON LEGITIMATE STAGE
GRAINY BLACK-AND-WHITE, MORE REAL THAN REAL
COVERT BEHAVIOR THROUGH POETRY
MULTITUDES OF PRIVATE SIN
THEY REFLECT THEIR CONSTITUENCY’S INTERIOR
OUTSIDE PAST THE BLUE-BLACK BULLS
PAST THE NATIVES AND THE FIRE AND THE DRUMS
GNAWING EXISTENTIAL FEARS FORCE POETS TO WRITE
GOD FORCES US TO REATTACH
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DAMN, YOU HAD TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT FRENCH CIGARETTES
POETS WHO SMOKE FRENCH CIGARETTES SQUEEZE OUT
POEMS ABOUT STREET URCHINS, BIG OR SMALL BUT DIRTY
STREET-SMART WITH A DOG
THE DOG NEVER POOPS IN COLOR
THE POET POOPS IN 23 FLAVORS
NO WHERE NEAR THE SILENT WATERS OF THE COMMODE
WATERS UNWORTHY OF PROFOUND THOUGHT
LOVE IS NOT A SCIENCE, EMOTIONAL INTUITION—YES
“INSTINCTIVE INTIMATION” WAS WRITTEN ON A TABLECLOTH
THERE WAS APPREHENSION ABOUT ITS MEANING
SEVERAL PHONECALLS WERE MADE TO STEPHEN KING
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VITALIZING SPARKLE
THE POLICE REPORT WAS SPRAWLING
YOU WERE MENTIONED 17 TIMES
A GOLD STAR FOR YOUR ABILITY
TO RETAIN REPRODUCTIVE FLUIDS
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at the landing sights they found coded messages –
breaking the code the academics said they found us laughable –
something to pity –
a wasted journey –
a shit holiday
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the internet just a warehouse for pictures of cats
all this technology & smartphone filled with people taking pictures of themselves
future boy will look back at pouted lips and cats –
time capsules contain germs that will kill when unleashed – smallpox reminders
—–
– I keep having reoccurring dreams of past girlfriends
I keep having past girlfriends in reoccurring dreams
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FUTURE BOY WILL LOOK BACK AT POUTED LIPS AND CAT
EUROPEAN-STYLED POETRY IN EACH POCKET
FUTURE BOY IS UNSHORED AND HARBORLESS
NO WHERE FOR IDENTITY TO RETURN
A HALF-THROTTLED CAT SHRIEK
REMINISCENCES
AND PASTURES
BEHIND THE LEVIATHAN FACTORY
BARNACLED COW SKELETONS
OBVIOUS SPINAL SURGERY
FOLKLORE ABOUT FLYING DISCS
GENERIC LOONS FROM UP ABOVE
VAST PRAIRIES OF ODD VACUUMS
UNDECIPHERABLE AND UNPAINTED
HALF-HEARTED PALE BOTTOMS
TOLERABLE CURIOUSITY
MILK AND SPERM
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YES, THERE ARE SCARS AND RUIN FROM THE FIRE
PEOPLE WITH LESS MONEY FEEL MORE TEETH
FUTURE BOY IS AN UPROOTED YOUNG MAN
SLEEP COMES BUT IT IS NOT REWARDING
ACTIVE COMBATANTS IN ROMANCE
ORDEALS, AGONIES, AND INDIGNITIES
DOWNTRODDEN PEOPLE
STAND OUTSIDE
THE LEVIATHAN
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THE NATURE OF FULFILLMENT
SLEEPS AT THE FEET
OF CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
SELF-SUFFICIENCY
A CHOICE ON YOUR TERMS
WORDS WITH WINGS
WORDS ONLY USED AT NIGHT
OUIJA BOARD WORDS WITHOUT LETTERS
SWEET RENDERINGS OF VISITS
TO FEAR-INDUCING PLACES
WALKING CEMETERIES
WITHOUT SOCKS
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WALKING CEMETERIES WITHOUT SOCKS
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ALL THEY WOULD OFFER TO EAT
WAS BLACK BREAD
WITH THE LEVIATHAN SEAL
ONE BOO AFTER ANOTHER
WALKING CEMETERIES WITHOUT SOCKS
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the sect moved into the ruins of Leviathan the day after the fire
– barefooted they walked across the burning ashes – repeating strange languages – barefoot they walked through life – new converts to this
and to that
all religious leaders are barefoot
all dictators have moustaches
(…Maybe)
– initial reports point fingers – malfunction in the flarf machine electrical misfiring – fizzing conduits – enjaberments blocking the output tube
graffiti written on a wall opposite the investigation “WE ARE REAL”
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“WE ARE REAL”
FAMOUS WORDS SPOKEN BY ADAM AND EVE
EVE WITH HER FLARF MACHINE THAT STARTED
SPITTING OUT SCIENTIFIC REASON
RATIONALISM AND MATERIALISM
(AND NASTY COLD SORES)
EVE WHO CONTAMINATED THE WORLD
WITH YELLOW PAGES OF TORMENT
IT BRINGS TEARS TO THE EYES
TO SEE COMPOSITION AND PROPORTION
SLEEPING IN THE GUTTER
CONFUSED ABOUT SHINY AND DULL
THE FLARF MACHINE
WORKED BEST ON THE BRINK OF SLEEP
SWALLOWED UP BY THE WATERS OF REVERIE
THE PASSAGE OF THE MIND
THE EXIT OF CONSCIOUSNESS
THE EXIT OF BODY AWARENESS
WHERE IMAGINATION TAKES ROOT
AND SPROUTS DALI-LIKE
DRAMAS OF THIS AND THAT
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TO EMBRACE DANGER OUT OF CONCERN
FOR THE WELFARE OF OTHERS
to embrace danger out of concern for the welfare of others
WITH HER NOSE IN YOUR MOUTH
YOU WERE TRYING TO PUSH
HER BACK TO FULL STRENGTH
YOU WERE GOING TO RESURRECT HER
YOU WERE HYPNOTIZED
BY THE MEAT PATTY
IN HER PANTIES
you were hypnotized by the meat patty in her panties
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POKING FUN AT HER TENT FLAPS
PUTTING YOUR FINGER
INSIDE HER RESTAURENT
HER BUTTON WAS LIKE A REFRIGERATOR
WRESTLING WITH IT
DETECTIVES WERE WATCHING FROM OUTSIDE
HOPING THERE WOULD BE HAIRS FOR EVIDENCE
HEINOUS HAIRS FROM THE BACKSIDE
*possibly a drop or two of spinal fluid
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Fed-ex over the commandments said the secretary – she needed to proof read them
check for errors – edit and cut –
edited lines
a thousand thou shalt nots removed – pictures erased –
deadline days pressures
no flarf was used in the making of this
no flarf used in the Magna Carta
–
she told me her favourite kisses involved teeth clashing and her bottom lip softly bitten
– the sun is dying in the sky pushed aside by winds homeless dogs chew on rubbish a thousand untied shoes tramp by the season is blurring
into cold fronts and days not made for grave diggers
– we put on layers like onions and store unused ideas in warehouses locked away & guarded
– night watchman and their ghosts captured in torchlight
it’s raining outside
Right now
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THE BARONS OF MEDIEVAL ENGLAND
WITH THEIR OUIJA BOARD
MAGNA CARTA
ENCOURAGING EXAMINATION
OF WOMENFOLK
POSSIBLY ENVOLVED
IN THE TRAFFIC
OF DECEPTION
THE POPE AT THE TIME
CALLED THE “LOOK-SEE”
A KITSCH ENTERTAINMENT
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blame the heretic
finger pointing McCarthyism
the crucible of fears
DROWN THE WITCH
ancient Ouija boards made by artisan hands – carved from old English Oak – given to the first borne in days before smartphones
communing with the dead was the number one activity of Englishman –
lord and serf
us and them
– the dynamics of power is and will always be –
revolution just means turning full circle
on moorlands ghosts visited kin –
UFOs mentioned in the Doomsday books –
bathe in dirty cold water to remove sin
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NIGHT WATCHMEN AND GRAVE DIGGERS WERE FIRST IN LINE
TO VIEW THE EXPOSED FLESH APRONS OF DOWN BELOW
SERIOUS SCHOLARS WERE PREPARED TO SKETCH
NOT WANTING TO TRUST THEIR MEMORY ALONE
*were the scars a mockery of an odd-duck God ?
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IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN A COLD BATH
TO REMOVE THE GRAPHIC SEXUAL AND VIOLENT CONTENT
FROM THE BIBLE
——–WHAT ABOUT BIBLE HUMOR ?
THIS BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL
LIKE STAR WARS OR AN AMERICAN MARRIAGE ?
WHAT DO YOU HAVE ONCE YOU’VE UNWRAPPED THE PACKAGE ?
ALL ONE CAN DO IS THINK ABOUT EARLIER EPISODES
AND MASTURBATE
AND MASTURBATE
AND MASTURBATE
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of hot dirty
or clean cold
no water can cleanse the stain,
no liquids will wash away the filth –
only fire can truly cleanse – modern fire is hotter then pre-Cambrian fire –
some people in Kentucky think fire was invented rather then discovered – the small nuances
fail them everytime
hairy man with sticks in his hands crouched with his arse on his heels – rubbing furiously
that is man through
time rubbing furiously with a pained look on his face
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IRREGULAR CHURCH ATTENDANCE
WAIT IN LINE AND ALL THEY GIVE YOU
IS LOAF AFTER LOAF OF BLACK BREAD
(highlight that with secular butter handmade)
THE MANUFACTURE OF SECULAR BUTTER
HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUTS WITH FAT LOADS
MALES, FINANCIALLY DEPENDENT ON OTHERS
JOB INSTABILITIES, IMPRISONMENT, NUTTY WIVES
*mind you, night watchmen & grave diggers were first in line
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THE IMAGE OF OZZY OSBOURNE ON A STICK OF SECULAR BUTTER
HALF-JOKINGLY, CYNICISM AND JISM JUST DON’T SEEM TO BLEND
ANGELS HIDING FROM GOD AND TOUCHING THEMSELVES
PRETTY INTENSE BUT NO ORGASMS—JUST BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
DEVIANT BEHAVIOR IS NOT REWARDED WHEN YOU HAVE WINGS
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RUBBING FURIOUSLY WITH A PAINED LOOK ON DE’ FACE
ANGELS JUST CANNOT ORGASM—JUST BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
GOD BEHIND EVERY CORNER WITH HIS LAW ENFORCEMENT
HIS HOLY IMPRISONMENT—HIS PRIVATE BURNING LAKE
SOAP OPERAS AND GAME SHOWS AND THAT DAMN BURNING LAKE
SPEAKING IN TONGUES AND JUMPING IN PRAISE
ANY FACTS AGAINST GOD GO IN THE BLACK BREAD
*daddy and mommy don’t eat the black bread—why should I ?
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MY WIFE NEVER SPEAKS OF SCIENCE FICTION OR JISM
WE ARE FORCED TO PURCHASE BLACK BREAD
BUT WE NEVER CONSUME IT
I DISPOSE OF IT
AT VARIOUS LOCATIONS
AGENTS ARE ON CONSTANT WATCH
ONE MUST HAVE CLEAN TRASH AT HOME
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A TEMPER TANTRUM ON METH
TO THUS BRING THRILLS
COMFORT OUT THE WINDOW
HARD ROCKS AND BROKEN GLASS
SECULAR BUTTER FOR LUBE
MOTORCYCLE MAN
BABY SKULLS FOR JEWELRY
BABY SKULLS WITH REAL HAIR
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fiction jism and the immaculate conception – (my future bands name?)
dead within seconds of leaving the sac – pitiful puddles we step over – or wipe off on curtains –
the embarrassing little stains when your mum did your laundry –
the Rorschach stain on your pants
-I see butterflies and plane crashes
a baby skull grows but the eyes stay the same size –
I have had my tubes severed – cut and burnt
during the war
when butter was rationed
they used spit as lube
– – – – – –
In secular france they have no concept of god
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detectives are still looking for motive and reason behind the fire at Leviathan –
rumours persist of a conspiracy
secret agencies have detectives watching detectives –
cross check facts that were lost in the ruins –
people are scared
I’ve seen them cry
meth tantrums and weed sleeps
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THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THE ANGELS AND THE DEMONS
THE DARK REPORTS FROM DETECTIVES
PAGE AFTER PAGE OF CLOTHED LANGUAGE
INFORMATION LOCKED IN BLACK BREAD
COMPLETE WITH FACETS OF PAIN
COLORED ARTS OUTSIDE ENTERTAINMENT
CUT A SLICE AND SMOTHER IT WITH SECULAR BUTTER
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SIMILARITIES:
GEOGRAPHICAL ASSOCIATIONS
EROTIC AUTONOMY
SEXUALLY VORACIOUS REST STOPS
ANXIETY ABOUT IDENTIFICATION
MULTIPLE DETECTIVES BEHIND EVERY BUSH
IN THE STALLS
AT THE URINALS
THE ODOR OF CHLOROFORM
WITNESSED MANHOOD
BLACK BREAD
WITH FORESKIN
FALSE SELVES
ELUDE
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SIMILARITIES BETWEEN A BUS STATION TOILET
AND A REST STOP ON I-95 OR THE TURNPIKE
FORMICA FROM CHINA WITH A HINT OF PINE CLEANER
LEATHER CUFFS AND A WIDE LEATHER BELT
MUMBLING AND MILD PAIN IN PUBLIC
A THUMB IN THE JELL-O BEATS ANY COFFEE
ONE SHOULD HAVE GONE HOME
PERHAPS IT WAS THE THRILL OF BEING RECKLESS
RECREATION OUTSIDE THE BOX
SWEEPING CIRCULAR MOTIONS
FECAL MATTER IN SECULAR BUTTER
LATER, A POEM ABOUT MY CEMETERY BEING DARK
24 HOUR DARK AGAIN WITH THE FINGER
RAW STUFF, LIKE AN OPHTHALMOLOGIST
NO COOKIES IN THAT HOLE
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people who live behind locked screen doors
they can see and smell but not touch
revolvers tucked in their belts
—————-warning, they will shoot Benjamin Franklin
moments of potential embarrassment
black bread testosterone
mythologizing urine
flames from the penis hole
an entire wash cloth inserted
mounting unease
the need for more ice
ice cubes coated with theological conviction
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DISEMBODIED INTELLIGENCE
———————————————–ON ICE
———————————————–IN A VACUUM
NAMELESS AND UNKNOWABLE
LARGE LUMINOUS EYES
MATH WITHOUT NUMBERS
FLARF FREE FROM COMBATANTS
POETS FALLING FROM THE SKY
POETS CHALKED UP
WHITE ON BLACK
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——————-where can one find disembodied intelligence ?————-
ASIAN CHILDREN WITH LIGHT BONE MASS
JUMP FROM GREAT HEIGHTS
AND SEEM TO FLOAT
ON THIN AIR
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WELL-MEANING BUT NAIVE
WHITE PEOPLE AFRAID TO ROLL THE WINDOWS DOWN
VERY LITTLE POTENTIAL IN MIXED COMMUNITIES
UNSCRUPULOUS UNEDUCATED PEOPLE
CHARACTERS IN THE BUSHES
NAKED AND NEARLY NAKED
BETRAYED WOMEN
HOLDING LITTLE FELLOWS
THEIR BREASTS
NO LONGER PRETTY
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stuff to investigate – detective mantras – notepad and pencil – no smoking gun but trees full of pointing fingers and singing birds – roots that go deep down
deep into
somewhere
there’s a hells angle without a bike
famous people fading from memory
public stunts to prove they exist
Rosetta Stone available online at a cut price
cuneiform tablets but two get one free (NO TRANSLATIONS avaliable)
attempts to resurrect dead languages – zombie words leave stains
& trails on fresh paper
Hold your fire a it’s not over yet – the Curie house is has a half life of 245,000 years
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devilish words are not necessarily written by the devil
you know,
angry words in red
parties in Kentucky that end in tears
fist fights at the reunion
bull in a china shop
whirlwind romances
whiplash car crash
glass splinters
born the right distance from the sun
european child
hiding amongst fictional characters Under the comments
this poem has legs
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THE ROOMS OF THE CURIE HOUSE HAVE ELEVATOR MUSIC PUMPED IN
EACH ROOM HAS ITS OWN FLAVOR—OFTEN ASSAULTS ON JAZZ
EUROPEAN ART MUSIC
MINSTRELSY
DIXIELAND
LATIN-AFRICAN
SPONTANEOUS BEATNIK
BLUES WITH A TOUCH OF FLARF
NO MEANING—NO DEFINITION
HUNGRY SOULS NOURISHED
SALSA, SAMBA, TANGO
COMFORTABLE SOUNDS
VITAMINS FOR REDUCTIVE VISION
VITAMINS TO PROTECT AGAINST CHAOS
KALEIDOSCOPE VITAMINS GLOWING IN THE DARK
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IF ONE WERE TO SPEND THE NIGHT
AT THE CURIE HOUSE
ONE WOULD HAVE DREAMS OF EVOLUTIONISTS
WANTING TO TOUCH FEMALE PARTS
ON HUMAN-LIKE BODIES
TO CUP MOUNDS OF FLESH
TO SUCKLE
TO SEARCH OUT MOIST SPOTS
TO ACT IN A NON-SCIENTIFIC WAY
TO MUMBLE BETWEEN PSEUDOSCIENCE
AND DIRTY OLD MAN SCIENCE
———————————————————–
*the policeman wrote the following quote,
“half of me was very pleased, the bottom half”
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I HAVE NEVER TOLD ANYONE
THAT YOU WERE ONCE A “SOFT”
JANITOR AT THE CURIE HOUSE
BUCKETS OF SOAPY WATER
AND MUSCULAR MOPS
UNDER A FIRM TASKMASTER
EACH FRIDAY
THERE WAS A NEW DEFINITION
PLUNDERED INFORMATION
FALSIFIABLE
EVEN BY CHEAP ERASER
*if one cuts Satan, he bleeds mathematics
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dancing on your own with shadows & memories of ghosts
things that offer up no reflection
– the soundtrack of the Curie house – jazz men kidnapped and lured with promises of the needle,
buckets of pills, –
forced at gun point to blow the sax – sweaty foreheads drip pools & puddles to drown the witches in –
attracted like magnets
the gates of heaven have a door policy – burly bouncers with arms folded –
storm clouds are gathering
you
are
not
welcome at either entrance or exit
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it has been stated that I was dancing
but was I really dancing ?
having taken self-portraits
in the basement of the Curie house
there exists a high susceptibility to nervous seizures
it is as if I were walking barefoot on the devil’s thorns
self-pitying—-the terrible thorns of life
each thorn a choice between good and evil
you speak of shadows and ghosts
the voice of a poet on the path to Golgotha
women and craggy hills
all things wait with creative hope
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THE LANGUAGE OF THE POEM 123 THIGHS OF WITCHCRAFT
TIGHT SHOES 123 TO MAKE A HUMAN WITHOUT RIVET OR NAIL OR GLUE
REALLY TIGHT SHOES 123 LIKE MONEY EXCHANGED ENDLESSLY
——–HONEYMOON NIGHT————-
THE STRETCHING OF THE IMAGINATION 123 DRY BLOOD IN THE PECKER
THE CREATOR AND IDENTIFICATION 123 NO MONEY WITHOUT MARRIAGE
OVERLAPPINGS 123 THE FAINT ODOR OF FISH 123 EVE WITH HER OVAL
WET BLANKETS 123 SHE COULD DROP TO ALL FOURS
SIZE SHAPE COLOR 123 UNWRAPPED BELOW THE WAIST
THROATINESS
PARALYZED
THREE-QUARTERS OF PLEASURE
SEXUAL SELF-HOOD
LOWER-CASING AT TRUCK STOPS
LOWER-CASING AT REST STOPS
LOWER-CASING IN SINGLENESS
BAPTISM
BIG FINGERS
GRIME AND GRIT
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BIG FINGERS PICKING STRAWBERRIES
BETWEEN YOUR CHEEKS
A LONELY ROAD INSIDE THE CHURCH
EACH ONE SO DIFFERENTLY SHAPED
TOSSED ASHORE
IN SERVICE OF THE LORD
JUST A MONKEY
ON A GREEN BALL
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LOWER-CASING AT REST STOPS ON THE TURNPIKE
LOWER-CASING AT REST STOPS ON I-95
BOTH DIRECTIONS—NORTH AND SOUTH
BODIES OF EVERY SHAPE AND FORM
WORDS IN THE HUMAN DICTIONARY
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———–welcome at either entrance or exit——
LOWER-CASING AT EITHER END
———as if no center existed——–
INTOLERABLY TINY IN A VAST UNIVERSE
NATURAL LAWS AND NATURAL FREEDOMS
REPETITIONS AND RHYTHMS
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—————as if no center existed———–
PORTRAYED IN NON-EROTIC CONTEXTS
PAINFUL CURRENTS OF RADIUM WAVES
THE CURIE HOUSE CURSE
THOSE WHO ENTER…GLOW
SHYNESS TO SHOW THE BALD MONKEY
—UNHARNESSED BURNS
DESCRIPTIVE SKIN ON THE FLOOR
ISOLATED CELLS, EGGS IN FLUID
SOMEDAY THE CHILDREN SO SPECIAL
HINDU TEMPLE CHILDREN
ELEPHANT TRUNKS
SIX ARMS-SIX LEGS
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this is not the life I imagined years ago when my eyesight was stronger – when there was more in front then there was behind – wait for dark
and dark will come –
there is a stench here
dark
fetid and close
tomorrow I leave this pleasant land
I’ll escape the gravitational pull of this island – knife sharp cutting through pillows of clouds – inside the fuselage –
——
——-at night my children tell me stories of our neighbours pet dog that’s eight foot high and is feed on small animals, rabbits, hamsters and such, and roams around the garden tethered to a chain that was once connected to an anchor on a battle ship that was sunk in WW2 and the chain is possessed by the souls of dead sailors and at night the dog howls and my kids sea shadowy sailor figures in patio light and the dog bears his carnivorous teeth
little white daggers
lolling red tongue drenched in spit
the owners prod him with sticks and whisper evil into his ears at night my children look through the window and see the dog —
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She put candles in the black bread and told me it was birthday cake –
I ate the candles
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FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR MAGAZINE FAME
YOUR SHADOW ACTS UP
THEY COVER YOU WITH CURTAINS
AWKWARD PANGS AND SURGES
DOCTORS OF VERBAL CLARITY
VISUAL ACCURACY
FIERY FINGERS
PUSH
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UNNAMED FLUIDS COLLECTED
FROM YOUR WAX WANG
NON-EROTIC
QUASI-MATHEMATICAL
EVER-CHANGING
SIZE
FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR MAGAZINE FAME
SHADOWS ON A CAROUSEL
GENDER IN A CIRCLE
ROUND AND ROUND
EACH OTHER’S HANDIWORK
————-damn man, you got kids to feed (tell the boss doctor that you’re a daddy)
unpunctuated verse…evokes a soliloquy
on the cover of the magazine
you were poised over a verbal precipice
dialogue between a poet and a doctor
reminiscences
close-cropped hair
tomboy breasts
anatomically correct
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FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR MAGAZINE FAME
FAME MAKES EVERYTHING DIFFERENT
FAME FORCES PEOPLE TO THROW BABIES OUT CAR WINDOWS
ANCIENT CZECH CITIZENS WATCH EVENING NEWS FROM KENTUCKY
THEY GASP AS 12 yr OLD GIRLS TOSS PLUMP TODDLERS OUT AT 70 mph
disturbing and strange MAGAZINE FAME disturbing and strange
LOTS OF SMALL ANIMALS ENJOY A FRESH BABY MEAL
SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN OF MEAT
DIALOGUE BETWEEN BITES
RUBY LIPS SPEAKING BIPOLAR POETRY
FAME REVEALS A HIDDEN PART OF THE SELF
STRANGE, ONLY WHITE WOMEN TOSS BABIES
PATTERNED SPACES BETWEEN MINUTES
——– ARE WE GOING TO THROW HER/HIM TODAY ? ———-
FLESH-BOUND WHITE WOMEN REFLECTIVE OF EVE
EXPRESSION OF INNER WILDNESS
HAVING NEVER READ A SINGLE BOOK
BIPOLAR BEYOND “YOU” “ME”
MAKE THE PAIN STOP
TAKE AWAY THE FAME
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I SAW YOU ON THE COVER OF THE MAGAZINE
CLOSE-CROPPED HAIR
TOMBOY BREASTS
ANATOMICALLY CORRECT
GOD WITH HIS DIALOGUE
OF KNIFE ON THE FLESH
FACING THE SLANTING SATAN
MEN WANT TO WATCH
YOU MAKE WATER
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THE MAXIMUM OF EFFECT WITH THE MINIMUM OF EFFORT
EMILY DICKINSON WITH HER GOLDEN TONGUE
ARTISTIC CREATIVITY—MULTIPLE FUNCTION
THE LOWER ROUTE AS WELL AS THE UPPER ROUTE
SIGNALS OF PLEASURE—WET AND SLIPPERY
CONFLICT-FREE AND SAFE FROM SEED
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REPEATED BY SO MANY TONGUES
THEY SPEAK OF YOU, JOHNNY BOY
THEY SAY YOU’RE IN MODERN TURKEY
THEY SAY YOU’RE IN MODERN ALGERIA
—————–JUST LOADS OF CRAP
THE MAGAZINE PHOTO WASN’T EVEN YOU
I SENT YOU POSTCARDS FROM KENTUCKY
I OFTEN DRIVE SOUTH FROM LOUISVILLE
AS ONE NEARS THE LARGE CAVE
ONE CAN PURCHASE ALL KINDS OF STRANGE ITEMS
MEN IN HILLBILLY CLOTHES SELL ODDS AND ENDS
FROM THEIR YARDS AND DRIVEWAYS
I KNOW HILLBILLY, HAVING BEEN RAISED HILLBILLY
I OFTEN BUY MOSAICS AND FRESCOES
NEVER SARCOPHAGI
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YOU WERE READING PASSAGE AFTER PASSAGE
OF THAT KIND OF ANALYSIS
NUMBERS NEVER MAKE PLAIN SENSE
EACH NUMBER CAN HAVE ENDLESS COMMENTARIES
ASSUMPTIONS—THE WHOLE LOT….LIKE BEDBUGS
ANGELS IN URGENCY—BLENDING WITH THE LIGHT
POWERFUL LANGUAGES NEVER SPOKEN
WORDS BEHAVING AS HANDMAIDENS
MULTIPLE MEANINGS FOR MULTIPLE MICHAELS
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SUSTAINING A REGULATED LIFE AND EMOTIONAL CONTINUITY
SIGNING YOURSELF, JOHNNY BOY
SIGNING YOURSELF WITHOUT LETTERS OR NUMBERS
PROUD OF YOUR LACK OF RELIGION
AS YOU SINK IN EVERYDAY ROUTINE
AS YOU TIPTOE AROUND PRIMITIVE COMFORT
POSTPONEMENT—ALWAYS POSTPONEMENT
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days spent submerged and burning – sand in all creases slows the engine down – somewhere in this archipelago –
road signs telling tourists not to throw babies from moving cars –
gas stations manned by toothless men in dungarees – leather neck red
the magazines are in a language that does not compute –
anonymous face
skin colour change
dreaming about her offering coins at the freak show
reptiles are crawling over sandblasted horizons
Just dip your toe in
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ONE MUST NEVER WEIGH THEMSELVES
AGAINST THE ASSASSINATION OF JOHN F KENNEDY
—–DAYS SPENT SUBMERGED IN THE MOTHER CHURCH
……………..TRIED TO PURCHASE A MAP TO LARGE ANSWERS
*large answers to small questions
TRY NOT TO TRANSFORM YOUR UNCONSCIOUS FANTASIES
TOWARD CONSCIOUS COHERENCE
SUBCULTURES HAUNT YOU
ANY PSYCHIATRIST COULD PROFIT
FROM YOUR ELABORATE SCHEMES
YOU’VE READ SO MANY WORDS
WHAT MOST DISTRACTS YOU FROM YOUR CHOICE ?
FREE ASSOCIATIONS OUTSIDE THE FIREHOUSE BEING RED
PULSE RATE AND SWEAT PATTERNS ?
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IN OTHER WORDS, IT IS ALL ORGANIC REALITY
THE FIREHOUSE BEING PAINTED RED
YOU CONSTANTLY ADD NEW WORDS AND ACTIONS
TO YOUR COMMON STORE
————-IF I MENTION
THE ASSASSINATION OF JOHN F KENNEDY
YOU CANNOT THINK ABOUT THE COLOR OF A RAINBOW
OR THE TASTE OF A LEMON DROP
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CRAVING AND HUNGER AND NOT FOR THE MOUTH
PINK BLUSHFUL LIPS
UNSEEN
LITTLE RESISTANCE
ORALITY TO IDENTIFICATION
FEROCIOUS ANIMALS WITH HUMAN NAMES
ONE DOES NOT FEEL SAFE
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FEROCIOUS ANIMALS WITH HUMAN NAMES
UNDULATING MOVEMENTS IN THEIR GROIN AREA
FERTILE MOTHERS WITH COTTAGE CHEESE
“ABSORBED” AND “IMMERSED” EGG SACS
BEGGING YOU TO BRING YOUR OUT THERE IN THERE
EVEN EMILY DICKINSON WAS VORACIOUS AND INSATIABLE
STICKY GEL ON THE BEDPOST, THE ROCKING CHAIR
THEY HAD TO HIDE THE BROOM AND WOODEN SPOONS
ONE CAN ONLY GUESS AT THE DEEPER SENSATION
OF THE BABY MECHANISM OF SUCH A POET
“SHE MOVED WITH THE SEASONS”
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EMILY DICKINSON WAS A STRANGER
TO A SQUEALING TENOR SAX
PINTO BEANS AND IMPROVISED IMITATIONS
FRIED CHICKEN WITH EXTRA CRUST
HER NASTY LIPS
A ROLLING STONES LOGO
EMBRACING IN BLINDNESS
BING-BANG-BOOM
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PEOPLE ASK ABOUT EMILY DICKINSON
—-CLEARLY UNTOUCHABLE—-
TALES OF ROMANTIC TURMOIL
JOHNNY BOY, THE WINDOWS I HAD TO REPLACE
THE NEIGHBORS SOOTHED WITH CASH MONEY
ALL THAT JAZZ WRITTEN ABOUT HER WAS LIES
HARMONIC COMPLEXITY
RHYTHMIC INTRICACY
GUTBUCKET-BOTTOM EMOTIONS
A CRAZY DRUNK AND WORSE
BAD KIDNEYS PISSING RED
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——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————did I mention that she liked to kill squirrels and sniff their backsides ?——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–
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POETIC INTELLECTUALS
SWISHED AROUND THE CURIE HOUSE
DREGS ARRIVING—DREGS LEAVING
ART SCHOOL DROP-OUTS
INNOCENT CHAPS SODOMIZED
THEIR BACKSIDES LIKE A SPITTOON
EUROPEANS ON THE AMERICAN TRAIN
ORSON WELLES AND DUKE ELLINGTON
KISSING LIKE SCHOOLGIRLS
SOME PEOPLE MAKE RULES
OTHERS ERASE THEM
MURDER BY HABIT
WHO WILL WE KILL TODAY ?
BENDING CREATIVITY
A SMALL CAR CRASH BEFORE LUNCH
HIT AND RUN ON A BORROWED PLATE
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when I young
kissing schoolgirls was just the smell of chewing gum and nicotine –
Orson Ellington and Duke Welles –
drop out boogie –
robbing culture a picture at a time – leave the frame so the next generation can guess what was once there –
jazz is the only true original American art,
or so I’ve heard –
– planning a heist
blueprints stolen from municipal buildings – a small cabal intent on murder & mayhem – they have removed their fingerprints
– razor blades and curls of skin
it’s all in the small print
brother can you spare me a dime?
brother can you let me some words?
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EMILY SWEARS THAT YOU WERE NEVER YOUNG
YOU MAY HAVE BEEN A SMALL BODY
BUT YOU WERE OVER 800 YEARS OLD
THEY CUT YOU OUT OF THE TORAH
YOU TRIED TO MEND THE ENDS
YOU TRIED EVERYTHING TO HIDE
THE BURNING SKY-EYE
SHINES ON YOU
THE BURNING SKY-EYE FROM THE CRAFT
I HAVE POSTED IT— I HAVE SPOKEN OF IT
LITERATURE AT YOUR FEET
DROPS FROM THE ADVENTURE TREE
YOU GRIP THE KENNEDY TIGHT
WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY ?
SCHOOLGIRLS REEK OF SPIC&SPAN
YOU GLOSSED OVER THEM
IT JUST WASN’T RIGHT
RANDOMNESS
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SO THEY CUT YOU OUT OF THE TORAH
LIKE ATOMIC EXPLOSIONS ON YOUR EYELIDS
HANGING UPSIDE DOWN WITH FLEAS
FLEA-CACKLING AROUND THE FACE
DUNGHILLS OF ENGLISH GRAMMAR
CONCENTRATION CAMP POOP
———-OILY——-
AMATEURISH DUNGHILLS
OTHERWORLDLY
TRANSVESTITE
OR WORSE
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YOU MUST CATCH IT DROP
ENOROMOUS GLOP
TRY ALL THE CAMERA ANGLES
MAKE IT AS BIZARRE AS POSSIBLE
FUNHOUSE-MIRROR DISTENTIONS
TURQUOISE, PISTACHIO
OBTRUDING GOLDS
SCHIZOID AND WET
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Slop bucket spitoon
tangled hair
fingers through mulch
snail like trails rainbow colours
ive seen her from all angles dirty and clean
dripping water on cracked lips lost at sea on a sinking ship
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FUMBLINGS AND REPETITIONS—LEAKING WATER
CLEAR THICK FLUID (PRE-LIVERPOOL JISM)
LOPSIDED POETRY—EACH HAND A SLANT
SELF-CONTRADICTORY EQUALS SELF-CONTRA-DICK-TORY
SHE KEPT SAYING,
“INVENT SOMETHING NEW”
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SUFFER ALL OTHER TORTURES
PRESCRIBED BY LOVE
PUNISHED IN PROPORTION
TO THE OFFENCE
DENY THE GUILT AND DIE
CONFESS THE CRIME
(ALWAYS DADDY WITH THE UTMOST SEVERITY)
FASHIONED DOLLS AS CHILDREN
LITTLE WICKED BOYS AND GIRLS
DIRTY WITH SALIVA
IGNORANCE IN THE DARK
THE BULLS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
QUARRELLING WITHOUT WORDS
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LONG LIST OF DEAD PEOPLE TRYING TO GET HOME
BEFORE THE GROUND FREEZES
A BEDROOM ADVENTURE INTO BLANKNESS
DREAMS IN THE BURYING-GROUND
WHAT DO YOU SAY, JOHNNY BOY ?
GONNA DIE, GONNA DIE TONIGHT ?
———–HOLD ON LIFE———–
INTENSE LOVE OF LIFE
INTENSE FEAR OF SOMETHING ELSE
NO RESCUE, JOHNNY BOY
POOP ALL THE PIZZA PIES
FEED ALL THE BUZZING FLIES
NO MONEY FOR THE EMBALMER
BURN IN A STACK OF “NO NAMES”
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PRESCRIBED RITUALS OF EMPOWERMENT
CUTLERY WITHOUT MALADY
IN SCHOOL THERE WAS THE BASTARD LINE
AT THE FACTORY THEY WOULD COUNT YOUR FINGERS
IMAGES OF JOHNNY BOY ON YOUTUBE
FATHERING HIS DISCOURSE IN HIS OWN IMAGE
ALL REAL MEN SHAPE THEIR ACTIONS
I SEE YOU JOHNNY BOY, ANXIOUS
TERRITORIALIZED POETRY
LIKE A YOUNG MOTHER IN KENTUCKY
THROWING HER NEWBORN
OUT THE CAR WINDOW
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FORSWEARING NORMAL RELATIONS WITH MENFOLK
FEARING ERASURE BY THE MALE ORGAN
SHE SPOKE OF BEING RUBBED OUT
HIDEOUSLY MIXED DNA
OVERLAPPED DEFINITIONS
BORDERS IN MOTION
*substitute mother hole—as in, “I am not a substitute mother hole”
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WHAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS ?
WERE THEY ABLE TO REMOVE THAT GEIGER COUNTER ?
LESS INVASIVE MORE INTUITIVE
THE ART OF SELF-DEPRECATION
VIDEO OF YOU TRYING TO REHINGE THAT DOOR
OVERSTUFFED GOODYEAR UNDERWEAR
WORK-LIFE BALACE ISSUES
SASHES AND SWIMSUITS
MAGAZINES OF BEAUTY PAGEANT EROTICA
LIFE IS MORE COMPLICATED THAN JUST A NUMBERS GAME
A THOUSAND POUNDS OF PUSH PINS ARE NOT ENOUGH
DARK CORNERS FULL OF HOUSEWIFE FANTASIES
JOHNNY BOY WASHING THE CUTLERY—94% CLEAN
TOMFOOLERY WITH FORKS AND SPOONS
SASSINESS AND NASTINESS AND GLAMMED-UP PORTRAYALS
I ASKED YOU TO SAY NO BUT YOU SAID YES
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SUBSTITUTE MOTHER HOLE
AS IN SUPERFICIAL
FLESH HOLE
CONSIDERABLE ENLARGEMENT
POETIC TWIST—POETIC FLAW
“I HAD TO DO IT”
THE ROOT QUESTION
BUT NEVER THE ROOT ANSWER
NEWLY-DISCOVERED SODOMY
ANAL POETRY ON THE WALL
ON THE PILLOW
OH GOD, TO HAVE SURVIVED !!!
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LONG LIST OF DEAD PEOPLE
TRYING TO MAKE A COMMENT
THEIR PANTS RECENTLY DOWN
POSSIBLY POOPING PIZZA PIES
POSSIBLY PASSING GAS
OR SMALL BLACK BIRDS
*on second thought—not black birds
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IN SCHOOL THERE WAS THE BASTARD LINE
AT THE FACTORY
THEY WOULD COUNT YOUR FINGERS
NOTHING WAS WASTED
YOUR SISTER, COUSIN, LARGE PET
LIVING ENTITIES WITH A CHEST-TICK
TIMID BUT FANGED—FIERCE AND CLEVER
ALL MEN SHAPE THEIR ACTIONS
SENSE AND EMOTION WELDED TIGHT
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she kept me locked on the fifth floor of the hotel by the sea – made me list all the dead people by name –
the wall covered in pencil scratches. – most names I don’t know
– cause of death only known by the mortician – cold feet of cold slabs – no more pizza pie for the dead
– but hell is full of small black birds
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THE HORDE OF DISPLACED TENANT FARMERS
EACH WITH AN UNBORN HUMAN FETUS
VESTIGIAL GILLS AND SIGNAL EYES
MOTHER DEAD GOT NO MILK
SKELETONS AND TOES SANDED DOWN
GONNA MAKE SOME STRONG BOND
A WALL TO KEEP OUT ALL HARM
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mother dead breasts deflated ballons, curdled milk blocks the exit,
– descended from fish we have gills
– the wall to keep out harm will also keep harm in –
– beware the neighbours who take notes and photographs – their world framed by a window pane
– aborted foetus in a jam jar door stop lets the breeze in
– the men of the moors seek solace in parlour games
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DEPRIVED OF BREASTS
ROBINSON CRUSOE
commodities
MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENTS
CARPENTER PANTS
IMMEDIATE CONSEQUENCE
*at some age they took away your
clown pants and started you on
carpenter pants
*modifications in the groin area
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coconut breast substitutes
happy joys for the man with an imagination –
– tools dangling from a carpenters belt –
Robinson Crusoe left alone with his memories and his hands
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OVERWHELMING POWER OF IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE
NIPPLES POINTING IN THE CORRECT DIRECTION
NOT SIZE OR SHAPE BUT NUMBER
———–MULTIPLICITY—————
POETIC FANCY………..WARM PILLOWS
A REHEARSAL IN CHILDHOOD
A DEATH ON THE HONEYMOON NIGHT
ANTICIPATING A GREAT DRAMA
NO LONGER SINGLE AND CELIBATE
THE GO-BETWEEN IN TRAINING
SUFFICIENTLY RECUPEREATED ?
*wang-dang-doodle fever”
*to exhaust the endless flames
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CONSTRAINED BY A LANGUAGE
DREAMS WITH VOICE-OVERS
LOW BUDGET REALITY
NO MONEY FOR THE EMBALMER
RESTING IN A STACK OF “NO NAMES”
YOUTH SACRIFICED FOR RENT AND CHIPS
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THE EMBRYO LIVES IN JELLY
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SHE WAS JUST A GARMET HOUSE
IMAGINARY EXERCISES
IMAGINARY SEX
GOD TOOK AWAY THE NEST
ALL PROTECTION GONE
OTHER PEOPLE LIVE A LIFE
A LIFE OF TRIALS
CANCER KNOCKS AT THE DOOR
WEARING READY-MADE CLOTHES
PADDED HIPS MADE CONVENIENT
CANCER PRESSES AND TIGHTENS
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the factory was a front
it hide things
bouncing cheques slipped through the talons of middle men
red ribbon in a tree
significant changes in routine, enough to raise suspicions
multiple micheal in a town of frightening news
—
all of his friends on Facebook have been deleted
her Instagram feeds were just black squares
at the poetry retreat these discussed the importance of theme and narrative
I fell asleep dreaming of alligators and talk shows
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THE TRUTH IS
I WAS NEVER MORE THAN A CARNIVAL CUT-OUT
MARVELOUS EYES IN A COAL MINE IN KENTUCKY
A DUMB KID WHO KEPT THE PRIZEFIGHTER
ON THE TELEVISION
THE OLD MAN LIKED THAT
HAVING BEEN VICTIMIZED SINCE BIRTH
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hard tote the difference between a carnival cut out and a world of mannequins –
diamond coals eyes
mining town that lost its industry
where all inhabitants are bald having sold their hair
– chews sets carved from teeth
Saturday night bingo & a
full house in death row
– the old man looks older
dishevelled
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ANGRY PEOPLE WANT COMFORT
NOT CEMETERY COMFORT
POETRY ADEQUATELY EXPLAINED
CONSEQUENCES FOR WORDS
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POETS WITH THEIR NEED FOR PSYCHIC VACUUM
EMPTY SPACE LIKE A MOTEL ROOM
COME DADDY FROM DEATH
COME DADDY FROM DEATH
WORDS BOUND
WORDS TIED AND BLINDFOLDED
GEOLOGICAL LAYERS
TERMINOLOGY
COATED SEEDS
COPIOUSLY
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SECOND-GUESSED AS NOT BEING THE ORIGINATORS
UNUSUALLY ARTICULATE CAVEMEN
EXPLODING POETRY MACHINES
TANGERINE TREES AND MARMALADE SKIES
TAWDRY AND TIRED MEAT
ROUND-THE-CLOCK MEAT-TOTING
JOHNNY BOY—MASTER OF CEREMONIES
OH LOOK, THERE’S A WOMEN’S ROMANCE CONTEST
TRANSFORMATIVE POWERS OF LOVE
NOT A DEVIL BUT A LOYAL MATE
FAIRY-TALE GUITAR STRINGS
SANITIZED SKELETON PLUGS
DISCREET FLESH COLORED STRINGS
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slowing tiring of the on-line medical advice – I’m certain their not qualified – just caveman with fake certificates –
woman’s romance is illegal in some African States – shame on them
the devil has close associates
Michael
the only sane man in Florida?
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CAVEMEN IN FLORIDA DOMINATE THEIR PARTNERS
COMPLETE SEXUAL CONQUER
BUT IN THE END
ARE BORED TO DEATH BY FIDELITY
THE FIRST PASSIONATE EMBRACE AND KISS
CAN NEVER BE RE-CREATED
*the tight tunnel becomes a storage area
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hot around the dog tracks and pool halls
bonnet books (Amish romances)
with their single kiss
and seldom a touch
have made a hit in the local prison system
right up there with meth, bath salts, and Astro-Lube
initiatory sex
THAT’S RIGHT—- “INITIATORY SEX”
awakened sexual desires
unbridled sexuality
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caveman have nits
in all their hair – a constant itch and a
constant scratch – no time for infidelities
no time to create art
– just the constant need to scratch an itch
– females may stretch to a kiss
a peak on the check but no penetration
to entrance allowed
the door is shut until the exterminator had been*
*it would take a further 2,675 years until the scratch could be medicated
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speaking of neck-biting hot flashes
Hungarian loanwords are very popular
Ivan-the-poet has been screaming
that vampires are Romanian
not Hungarian
not Transylvanian
he sends photos of him
holding a sign with the word “UPYR”
*all I know is that one never wants
to sleep in a one man tent with a
Russian who has had boiled eggs
for supper
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discussions on vampires – descriptions of capitalists and vultures – bite marks that pierce skins deep into the epidermis –
Eastern European potatoes carved into erotic effigies of the one who lives high in the castle –
Ivan Pavel Josef
popular names on trading cards of famous farmers
we have been here before
we have left clues
open the tent door
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death parties &
drug fuelled wife swapping soirées*
lazy chat up lines bored escorts dirty sheets car keys in bowls
– fake names & back stories
*(I attended a wife swapping party and swapped my wife for a toaster)
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DOOR CLOSED OR DOOR OPEN
THE SMELL IS SICKENING
PEOPLE CONSTANTLY TRY TO STEP OUT OF DEATH
READERS TRY TO STEP AWAY FROM POETRY
“OH MY GOD, IT WAS POSSIBLY WRITTEN BY A MACHINE”
———-are poets facing extinction ?
POETRY OVERSTUFFED WITH GENERALITIES
CONSTANTLY SMACKED WITH A EMILY DICKINSON
DISSOLVING MEMORIES OF BLUE-BLACK BULLS
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POETIC PORTALS TO THE ANUS
————————– FROM THE ANUS
FETUS IN A GLASS JAR
NEW LIFE-NEW POETRY
EMBRYOS DEFORMED FROM INCEST
SUBTERRANEAN FAMILY SEX
MUTATED SEXUAL ORGANS
JACKIE O. POETRY
MACHINE FREE
NOT JAR FREE
BABY GROWS INTO THE JAR SHAPE
THE POEM LIKEWISE
BY FLASHLIGHT—YOU LIMPING
I WARNED YOU JOHNNY BOY
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UNROMANTICALLY CLUBBED TO DEATH
LIKE A BABY SEAL
SWAYING IN THE EVENING WIND
I TOLD YOU TO GO HOME
AND STAY INDOORS
POETRY A LITTLE WORSE FOR THE WEAR
BUFFERED WORDS STICKING OUT
WORDS STOLEN FROM OBITUARIES
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WORDS STOLEN FROM OBITUARIES
SIDELONG EYES AND SLITS NOT VISIBLE
MED SCHOOL FINGERS FEELING IN THE DARK
GIRLS FROM THE NURSERY TO THE KENNEL
EXCESS HAIR AND OUT-OF-DOORS SMELL
CALENDARS FOR THE RED SUBWAY
BALES OF COTTON AND PLUGS
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I took the warnings
I heeded the words
I destroyed the machine
selected passport 26 changed my clothes and hair
re-located by flashlight a team behind obliterating traces
the detectives and tied up in knots shoelaces and mazes
Jackie O And her Micheal tattoo
between thighs
stained
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suspecting even fellow poets of betrayal
restoration smoke and restoration chemicals
strangled by romance
—————————–financial burdens
mocking growls from the wife
each meal pitch-black
thrown to the curb
her appraisal
(smutty schoolboy fiction)
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YOUR GYM LOCKER DOOR
COVERED WITH MAGAZINE PHOTOS
OF BEAUTY PAGEANT EROTICA
HUGE MOUNDS OF FEMALE FLESH
IMAGES THAT HINTED AT THE POET
YOU WOULD BECOME
YOU WOULD NURSE YOUR POETRY
WITH SEXUAL RECREATION
NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING LOVED
BUSINESS WAS BUSINESS
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how to calculate the human cost of writing————-
poets in the dark
educated ones with flashlights
searching for anything unrepresentational
trash people replaced with trashier people
discrepancies at work make you nervous
a long list of whipping-joys
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the dong is never immune
faceless automatons with holes
the bed—little else than creaking lumber
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the light shone bright on the scarecrow – uneducated words spat
GRAB THAT PUSSY* – trash people get what they deserve – NASCAR men cheering on
– I pray for a better tomorrow
red caps marching
*he ain’t talking about cats
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all sides of a complex word
PUSSY has sometimes been linked
with Puritan influences
a brilliant pink burlesque
in any language
better left untouched
****warning: involuntary imbecility
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INTUITIVE GUESSES
SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERIES
the notion of something nonhuman
television reeks of digesting tough food
the library dishes out literary gruel
WEAKNESSES
in the romance department
beneath the surface
submarine reality
indistinguishable
Melville men
thicker and longer
slick and tight
immediate feelings
mysterious intensity
how long could it last ?
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the different connotations of the word he used – the Puritans buried their head in the sand – some words are best left unsaid
the best way to end my life would would be through inertia but a little
a little more dangerous
the only way I could hear my new sounds was in a vacuum
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