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THINKING here alone about all those muggy nights
thinking of how much my body haS DONE and this heart
i now call Fear__ haven’t we all done crazy and at times
so lately___
i have more been than once hypnotized & paralyzed
as pinned butterfly : now free to fly away_
//..—..\\ a fortress of never-
realizing pas s i n g eyes & whoYOU
within my most private dreams:
dammit! it’s so late or early
& so sick and tired/i never thing
how what i could and can ever do
if lightning once again strikes me
it’s not what i can do to make you
care or love me: it is what i do when
once again lightning strikes me and
you are not there.// nothing i can do
to make you hear me or be loved by
YOU. So, sorry seems to be the littlest
word.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
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\what of love? What of hate?
i say no word as no one knows
shall see & feel the (k)not —
of what i need___
grinning and begging
are hands-machine-like
hearts of no good too
quick i know this !
oh never coming down
from this cloud; is hands
is work since born is good
//so should’a so should have
-things nothing i say
a pregnant size of one good
Yes completely Kind____this
immeasurable anguish like the
scent of summer flowers of always
their flowers of stone so silently
singing.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
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what dreams sweet life soul
that earth soil so wet-dew
then that-touching
drops of sorrow/feelings
mine council doubt this dream
yet release thee budding light this day
such philosophy paunch thy heart
love now skip treacle and grail
passion fuel thou vessel tickle-being spur now
and truth
‘i heart bleed red now and breath push thou
rhythmic lover thou granted me
the reason ‘i this instant
o’ springtime lips
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so how are things —
i sang, ‘how kids know without
the ever-apparent adult noose’
who knows what it means i mean
who really knows how it hangs?
w e could a s k 4
more as nature is not a fruit but
a whore; i strangled myself blue
knowing How my mouth likes to
shoot a bullet through its roof!
–=———–HAHA——–===-
Agent Orange please return to Room
Blue A; we all know what it means
to have met a genteel man named (now
get this) Ay Nal. Hey man! i’ve
got a disease called laughing hyena
(a carnivorous mammals of the family
Hyaenidae of Africa and Asia) yes sir.
my eyes were blue as an ocean then
the tears of sorrow took them away.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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i am against the Night
& i am against the owl —
in with then i see a beak
holding a mouse! it is not family
nor within my head that i am against
but the largest of all WALLS that
i hold up against this t e r r o r
; it is a crime against mistakes
against the silence of any longer
night; orbicular science.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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how now is as five finger-Libran
male(darling).a particular Soul
lost weight confessing all his
Sins__now alive than anyWorld
would or could understand.
a miracle angelHair cut must
come before the noose of darkness
and now this shining priceless
advice)no single Leafless heart
can be contained(i kissed the like-
ness of your forevering snowTouched
Heart Pit trap.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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my nerves are bullet holes, and swollen veins that have eyes
start to lick my tears and blood. Sirens, jet planes, bad blood,
unhappy fragmented culprits shall angrily testify we are the
extinguished divine spark of sorrowful symphonies — and downtown
ghosts are flinging their feet /and wishing within symphonies\
there i go../hiding my ancient face beneath six churches
my fEAR then died as a bouncing stone of untold heights it flew
then this woman said: what did you do to Life? my heart is
bleeding dreams — she said. To me: from me: i asked, ”
you who do not despise me is a friendly soul.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
INSANE___
i can dance now
watch my dance:
between
00000000’s & t h o s e
11111111’s
—-i can flip over
superpositions & hear my
girlfriends moan & some-
times Scream___.
i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
sane #
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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contumacies//
some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
and as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
to turn pale with shame
and, yet, with eyes very open, to pretend to see
angelic waves of Ocean’s life oh ! how sweet it is to
snatch abruptly from one’s insane mind a perfect day so
on weekenders it’s such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone’s miseries —meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.
::/6\30\2020/::
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THUNDER __ thunder!
i was born within
the round of a road
— THUNDER!
is it rain is it what
i knew: THUNDER
Amen___ my THUNDER
STRUCK — w3 make sound
and grueling dy ing words
—::: shaking like a leaf
so began 0–THUNDER STRUCK
OH0OO THUNDERSTRUCK___ oh
amen! th7under–)SPEAKS;
lighting Walks____!
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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