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ONE EYE ONE BALL OF GOLF

This I tell; but to the world I was – And was not. (Rabindranath Tagore, Sankhyakanda Gita
One day, a man and his wife were sitting in the living room watching television. The woman said, “You’re not the man I married.”
The man said, “That’s alright. I’m not the man you married, either.”
The woman said, “You know what, you’re both the man I’m looking for.”
The man laughed and said, “You know what, that’s real love.”
Next day, the man came home, and the woman greeted him at the door. She said, “Welcome home, dear. Is the burger still good?”
The man laughed and said, “You know, the funny thing is, neither is the woman.”
The man answered, “That’s funny.”
Next day the man came home.
The woman greeted him at the door. She said, “Hi, Honey! How was your day?”
The man said, “Actually, it was great. I had a great day. I went to the bar and met a nice girl, we had a few laughs, and then I came home and had sex with you.”
The woman said, “You bastard. I had a great day, too.”


After telling my story to the preacher, I told my girl friend and her eyes got real big.
We decided to move in together. So we did. It was great for the first couple of months. I never did get around to telling the preacher, but I think he’s gone now. He had to leave town. People can’t take all this anger and hatred.
There’s this one guy in town who can sure come up with some good lines.
I was having a bad day and I decided to hang out at the bar. A couple of hours later I walked out with two six packs and a six pack of beer.
I went to the gas station for some cigs and asked the guy behind the counter how much a pack of cigarettes was.
He told me they were on sale for five dollars.
I asked him how much a box of matches was.
He said they were on sale for five dollars.
I said okay, I’ll take two packs of matches.
When I came home I saw this note on my door from my landlord, he said I have to move in one week. So I called my girl friend, told her I was moving out.
She was crying so hard I had to ask her what was wrong. She said, “You mean you don’t have a job?”
I said, “No, I don’t.” She was crying so hard I said, “Are you happy now?”
One night, a little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man, and noticed that he had a dry skin condition. The little boy looked at the man, and decided that he would take his money, which was five dollars, and give him a wet wipe.
The man looked at the boy, smiled, and said, “That’s very kind of you. May I ask why you are giving me a wet wipe?”
The little boy explained, “Because you have a dry skin condition.”
The man said, “How much money did you have in your pocket before you gave me that wet wipe?”
The little boy said, “I had twenty dollars.”
The man said, “Thank you. You are a very, very, very special little boy. You gave me a wet wipe, which is worth a lot more than twenty dollars. I have a dry skin condition, too, and I’ve been using the wet wipes you gave me for years. Now you have made my day. I now have twenty dollars.”
And then the little boy said, “May I please borrow five dollars?”
The man said, “OK, but first let me ask you one more question.” The boy said, “Sure, what is it?”
The man said, “Are you absolutely sure that the five dollars I gave you is yours?”
The boy said, “Yes, sir. If it weren’t, I’d have kept it.”
Now, the man was silent for a minute, then he said, “Then I guess I can forgive you for asking me the stupid question.”


My therapist is more often correct than not.
The therapist’s office was located down in a seedy part of town. There was a guy who hung out there all day, trying to pick up girls.
I heard him tell a woman once that, if he could just find some dirty laundry, he’d be set for the night.
Then I heard the woman tell the guy, “They don’t wash dirty laundry in this town.”
I heard the guy tell her, “Good night, Mrs. Scott. And thank you for clearing up that misconception.”


A group of seniors were playing golf one afternoon. One of the seniors said to the others, “I wonder if there’s a drug I could take that would give me eternal life?”
One of the golfers then said, “I know exactly what you mean. There’s a pill I could take that would let me see across the room without moving.”
“The thought had never occurred to me.”
“Well,” said the golfer, “there is one other pill I can take.
It would let me see into the future. “
“How?” “Oh, it’s easy. All I have to do is take a pill, lie back, and the future will appear to me.”
“But how do you know what the future will be?”
“I’m not sure,” said the golfer, “but I think it will involve golf.”


There was a blind man with only one eye who asked a professor: “I’ve never understood how God saw it fit to give one eye to each man.


ELECTRIC ILL

DRAGON’S nightly border whose position in every layer of desire
AS man grasps only if he cannot cling to wings — die not after all –
while men weep.

I glance at a profusion of books, all but decayed, all quickly readied for callers.
-Oh what dying Lung AS fuck — \\it’s too late to die & you want him to die only
-but never as long as he can! her man turned himself into the toast of society.
Oh her man died as they say.she now lives with that man who may never die –
who when she left him said she could not go but not die with him.
call him a devil.

-I just now sent her my half-chocolate heart of lovEburst to be sure she received
it well.

nary a living man she’d even known – he had enough// clipped wings
to fly & ampersand a face to let his feelings show.

-What shall I do?

my Lord with that look in your eyes from your androgynous mouth \i took the sun
inside my pen and wrote cum in bright white and pink letters.
and gripped your hips and took myself inside your pink flower.

It’s not what he seemed to feel, not the least bit dismayed in his very busy life
to see all these very old people coming and going; neither did he wish to frighten them away.

How humans age. Even the youth. All their flesh decayed. Love burst.

:: 04.09.2022 ::


PYROGLASS ROSE

THE last three horsemen ride in unison! Four black steeds rumble into view like the first the terror was off! now color is lost! the sky above a slaughter of piglets lies before and if you chase the sun you’ll fall if there was not a fourth beast beware the midnight rider for fear it shall take you in a hurry and this dream will be no dream but only memory; one day the human race will arrive to exterminate you!
‘adeu la libelle! sayo qu’esseusement!’
‘goodbye libel! say that only! ‘
oh, oh sorabe! indeed, how true!
a dawn of redemption; time and time again rises…rises we must ride this, and ride this to reclaim our souls from this sleeping or this lie begins :: we are nothing to no one for we are we for we are you and this we speak must be so, yes for it is so and, if the whole world knew
what we know… and if the angels of truth could see this nightmare from its beginning
if they could see this dream, and not deny their own eternal truth they could then make the choice by not reading, they would not read they would not harm themselves and, they would not grow strong, and they would not find the Lord from their lack of knowledge they would not stand up against Satan for He made them and He put them there and they were made to fail so that they would not lose their soul from such failure oh, yes if the whole world knew what we know then they would realize…we are nothing and this we speak must be so, yes for it is so, yes and this we have learned.

‘adeu la libelle! sayo qu’esseusement!’

OH MY GOD WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!!!
YOUR MOTHER KEEPS HITTING YOU WITH THIS SCRATCHY THING AND I’M GETTING MAD!
IT SOUNDS LIKE A CHICKEN MEATBITER!
HOW DARE SHE!!!
WAIT A MINUTE!
SOMEONE IS GETTING ANGRY…
YEAH!!!
YESSSSS!
YESSSSS!!!
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING
HERE’S YOUR CLUES!
DON’T MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A WRONGUNNER!!
JUST EAT THE CHICKEN
WHY CAN’T YOU JUST EAT THE CHICKEN?
WHY CAN’T I JUST EAT A BLIND CHICKEN?!
THE PYROGLASS ROSE UPON IT AND GOT YOU BOTTLED UP!

FROM ALL THE BLUE MONARCHY!!

:: 03/09/2021 ::


CLARA VENUS

I’ve BEEN invited alone

into a carefully distinct sex
whose sharp fangs comb
my thoughts so ghost

Within these disarrayed eyes
from ground into green
zinc coffin with mask
i found this memory appears
a slab as spine in bits of
red and CLARA VENUS scent.

:: 12212021 ::


THE CONJUGAL RESPECT

SO soon I have flown to the higher grounds
oh ode! That abode!
The sweetness of life is licked-like colors//
a heart racing- tumbling
across all kindness to meet!
And my kisses-like knees
always upon the tender ground
— the conjugal respect for all
goodness this life!

:: 03-23-2015 ::


VULGARITY

VULGARITY

VULGARITY is a season
the in the salad of life
— sprinkled with croutons
and sweet apologies.

:: 08-17-2014 ::


MY FATHER

I walk like a man and think as a poet
but feel like as God.
My Father always talks and I take his best words
and sew a pattern of poetry forgetting all he said:
only my own lonely voice as blue arctic ice.
The rest: burden of life.

:: 08-16-2014 ::


THROW IT ALL AWAY

You can have everything
once you throw it all away
you can bring flowers
to your funeral if you never die
(like fruit cake)

Miss the train to everywhere
to travel the whole world
separate heaven and earth
to enjoy them both

You can bridge the gaps
to close the veil between
the worlds to cross over
and to meet your confessor
before you meet your doctor.

So stay fascinated with ideas
of love if you’ve never experienced
it truly — and lick the moon,
taste the air and rise to eat the sun.

:: 10.31.2021 ::


BUT NOT SORROW

But not sorrow to the bitter death of indigence, to which they are made to follow.

Without sacrifice to any deity.

But let us never underestimate that the more an occasion’s good will works, the more ruin is allayed.

Meanwhile, turn them out, then, by sea or land,–

that the servant of science might discover nothing.

What about other powerful vampire authors such as Daniel Defoe and Lord Byron, in addition to Shelley?

(At first sight, a good way to read the book of Revelation, was to think of their “visionaries” who took it to be a description of the original creation, with humans first emerging at the very beginning. It was not clear from the account of the Fall in 2 Peter, how it was even possible to have had the Fall at all.)

:: 08.31.2021 ::


GOODNIGHT DEAREST ANGEL

GOODNIGHT my love and dearest angel
how long since you should
have closed your eyes.

Can we save the deepest questions
for another Life?

I feel you have one upon your trembling
lips; how too I have since I knew you’d go.

And how ships have sailed.
And oceans eat the sailors of
brave hearts.

I promised I could never leave you
and so know: goodnight my love
and dearest angel and now it’s time
to sleep within the ocean’s deep.

Remember all the love we had within
emerald bay eyes — and as an ocean
i am rocking you to sleep inside this
ancient heart of mine.

Always a part of me.

:: 09.03.2021 ::