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a beautiful word g o t so high
say me: what i am is all i see with
-in you better than me i hate myself so much
i feel i’m a mistake but you know it’s wrong
(what should i do?)
i’m a vein bleeding saying ‘what i give i
say i love and i’m not black sheep but love’
and you love me what should i do?
i’m all the blame within the life of
my skin (somewhere, somehow i knew this
before: a dream within a memory and if i’m nude
i say give beauty a sun)
i ratted life out! Jesus too and God licks lollipop
singing while He rides a bicycle on main street
with banners of angels dancing — the people died
loving Him. So save to say i love myself and know it’s
wrong: black sheep loves me too
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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I have six fingers shaking hands
I’m cheap counting heartbeats
smiles smearing roadsigns and still i try
like a road longer than me
counting hours & whitelines
and still i go where-ever i roam
my engine stone wet and humming bird oh!
where we go here we go!
MET a devil on hwy 77 burning eyes laughing
gave me a kiss yuck!
i’m so fucked up roaming
roads called America’s Dream
so here i go all alone
here i am a lost name
i’m all on my own singing
bullshit i’m a deuce dried
mouth so i parked inside my
mind at the 999 mile marker
hahaha, so my mind is set
and odometer laughs my eyes
so dry i’m delirium
road tripping rollercoaster
brain pan ripped from me
and so here i go on the road
a mind counting miles till
i’m done so here i go
all the way to delrium
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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ALLOW me to bend my knee
upon my impediments
that wish i alteration
for this thing called love
which is wish bending remover
to remove:
O no! Do not fool that heart
which experiences floods and
dangerous winds of looks
it is the star to every look
a wandering life too good
to last — obfuscate!
whose worth’s unknown my bee
tasting sweet honey heart
–the ‘all of me’ i say
true stay true for you
where time is not love’s fool
where dreams though through
my mind: rosy lips and cheeks
within my bending knee
bleeding/bending the flittered
wings of angels’s compass come;
where love does not alter time
in brief hours but between
sweet kisses of this love
— of ours!
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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THE soul is dying and there’s no Christ
to save you//the roads are littered with
bits and pieces of memories of what was
the gutters are clogged with the spent
Spirits of the living and a dark wind
blows// with a government so corrupt
and we stand listening to the broadcasts
on tv and internet radio to realize we’re all
trapped within the gut of a bizzare machine
and we’re dying together with the falling
sun and overgrown flags and our hopes
i held the hand of my lover wishing saying
“kiss me” to release this dream of a fever
and she took my love one last time
we are the generation of chance
where the dice fall is only by God’s hand
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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Oh, i saw a human walking today
pink umbrella made her woman
and nature sang within my head
“i’m woman too”
but the sidewalk was there
and my footfalls told me
there, that is man
the cracks of maturation
like snapped spinal columns
upon a scrabble board
reading, “OXYPHENBUTAZONE”
(the anti-inflammatory med used
to treat arthritis and bursitis)
WORTH: 1,778 points
where the sun sat above me
i wondered how far i could touch
then placed the tiles upon the board
reading, “QUIZZIFY”
(to quiz or question) WORTH 419 pts.
i need oxazepam (392 pts) to reduce
my anxiety now
loving words and that slab of brain
we all carry at the very top of our
physical self. crazy
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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hang nail like a glider
upon my fist-pleasure finger
makes me shy how it hurts
there’s a closet where
blue-jeaned Japanese
mannequins hide like tortured
killed figurines — all in
Mori Tower that sways in
9.5 Richter dancing legs
i don’t have a reason
eating my lies
like popcorn unseasoned
and no butter please
ass weasels eat me
if i do so i don’t
and Alice i hate you
and that big pink gapping
hole you ran down o god,
here again i go: you
followed Les Bea Anne Lovers!
hahaha…i’m so silly and
sometimes wonder why you aren’t?
Hello? Fellow poets who wear
vagina’s and penis’ — reduced
to zero if that’s all you are!
hahaha…fake flakes of glittering
souls wishing someone_THING makes
you kiss life
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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THE cat with three eyes
saw the mouse with two
said the mouse to the cat,
“i’ll gladly give you cheese
for an eye” whisker-twitching
thinking-cat pondered…
said, “if the toy gets trapped
under the refrigerator,
was it ever a toy at all”
the mouse wept knowing
a third eye is god-like
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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i laugh thinking how
words are used
sued thoughts to bring
meaning to absent life
Love the sausage tree
and “mother-in-law’s cushion”
all the names of plants
i’m too crazy to care
a straight-jacket life
like, “kiss-me-over-the-
garden-gate” Tommy
Jefferson first grew it
– hearld from China
And hell, the “obedient
plant” what makes it
so darn obedient? Not
running over your clean
carpet? Imagine roots
with dirt smearing white
carpet sprinting plants!
O h shit! Still thinking
of people names like
“Ima Reilly Cumming”
or even, “Les Bea Anne Lovers!”
thank you god!
word-smittened!
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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i especially delightfully hate
parents who name their children
visciously-bastardly bad:
Linda called me to say her tests
came back negative: “no preggers”
she wept and with a last name of Breedwell!
Last night Anita texted: “i’m so
lonely I think I’ll kill myself.”
I told her: you’ve so many friends,
hang in there girl — and with a name
like ‘Anita Glasscock’ she’s gonna
be fine yeah! What the fuck!?!
No reason! Oh, no thought.
Leaves me so confused, should
i laugh or should i cry?
Today i had a conversation with Andy
he’s the one at the end of the hallway
with a 5 watt bulb overhead
said Andy, “I have two tickets to
a peepshow if you wanna go” i de-
clined and said, “I’m not prone
to flesh and bone” Andy Phuckterpuss
looked at me and frowned.
There’s a special kind’a hell for
those parents — I didn’t even
mention Buster Hymen or even
Dick N. Butts!
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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MY weather(ed)i-t-(o-r) mind
had once said:
“be brief
be brilliant
be gone”
there then
i went as General
by slides or
powerPOINT my mouth
what’s wrong(between me
and we?) the space
of i n f i n i t y
time)slows!ME
a bundle of energy
with no mouth
to s c r e a m
the wet muffled attack
of my burning forest’s
n e r v e s
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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