jessica-merkling-dittmar

For Elisabeth Eitel------Il miglior fabbro Snow White of course, I love the sort With sensuous repose Was dancing on the bar not far from where I kept the rows Of Houses Black that snuggle back and tingle in your toes “To Liquid's floor” I did implore “My Lady, come to dream Please leave your heights and fill my nights with thoughts of softest cream (She jumped to me, I caught her clean and brought her to the ground) Somehow she knew then, right away, just what her night had found Another smooth, deceptive fool whose heart could only pound She bit in spite, hard down in me A ****** path of entropy I grabbed her, whispering low and mean “I'll teach you of the XOR machine...” She cocked an eye but failed to see so on I went impatiently “I'll teach you of the XOR machines where one and one to nothing come but all alone are free” Smiling sly she arced a stream (with new light in her eyes agleam) of blood upon the dancing sea into the noice of girls and boys with mad emphatic glee Q.E.D.

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 5:38 AM UTC

'twas thrilling and alive (suppose)

For Elisabeth Eitel------Il miglior fabbro Snow White of course, I love the sort With sensuous repose Was dancing on the bar not far from where I kept the rows Of Houses Black that snuggle back and tingle in your toes “To Liquid's floor” I did implore “My Lady, come to dream Please leave your heights and fill my nights with thoughts of softest cream (She jumped to me, I caught her clean and brought her to the ground) Somehow she knew then, right away, just what her night had found Another smooth, deceptive fool whose heart could only pound She bit in spite, hard down in me A ****** path of entropy I grabbed her, whispering low and mean “I'll teach you of the XOR machine...” She cocked an eye but failed to see so on I went impatiently “I'll teach you of the XOR machines where one and one to nothing come but all alone are free” Smiling sly she arced a stream (with new light in her eyes agleam) of blood upon the dancing sea into the noice of girls and boys with mad emphatic glee Q.E.D.

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When Van Gogh cut off his ear It was for reassurance that the rest of him could disappear That illusion of ownership that nerves create Should have faded with each baby tooth I lost It didn't though, contrariwise I worried I would extend Into roads or trees and then feel the tire's friction or the elm's blight Empathy is a ***** of its own I pray I never wake up with a Siamese twin I'd have to care, lest we lapse into mutual sadomasochism That hilarious territory of bored lovers The Thalidomide kids might get a kick out of feeling new arms attached to other people but that's the exception that proves the rule After the Vietnam war, some men believed Agent Orange Had followed them home, alive in newly discovered nerves Now what odd god must be behind that **** Mengele often awoke from dreams sweating and sure That his patients would learn a trick to generate biological anesthetics He needed the feedback of sound to really understand the human body “Prayer or pleading” he used to say with a wink to his bartender after work Sometimes I worry that my nervous system Might have a Mengelian agenda of its own That I am woven into a potential torture chamber seems clear but then I remember that I can always pull the tooth or cut off the ear

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC

Disassembling Required

When Van Gogh cut off his ear It was for reassurance that the rest of him could disappear That illusion of ownership that nerves create Should have faded with each baby tooth I lost It didn't though, contrariwise I worried I would extend Into roads or trees and then feel the tire's friction or the elm's blight Empathy is a ***** of its own I pray I never wake up with a Siamese twin I'd have to care, lest we lapse into mutual sadomasochism That hilarious territory of bored lovers The Thalidomide kids might get a kick out of feeling new arms attached to other people but that's the exception that proves the rule After the Vietnam war, some men believed Agent Orange Had followed them home, alive in newly discovered nerves Now what odd god must be behind that **** Mengele often awoke from dreams sweating and sure That his patients would learn a trick to generate biological anesthetics He needed the feedback of sound to really understand the human body “Prayer or pleading” he used to say with a wink to his bartender after work Sometimes I worry that my nervous system Might have a Mengelian agenda of its own That I am woven into a potential torture chamber seems clear but then I remember that I can always pull the tooth or cut off the ear

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When he was little My Dad had a battery collection The rarest, the triple As, were the crown jewels The Ds were the muscle The common, double As, were just lazy and plentiful The 9V was a spy With these rules my Dad played in various worlds He told me that his parent's friends Always looked away quickly when he showed them his collection They were embarrassed for his parents, he later supposed “That's something else” they'd say “You could power Denver” Then my gentle Dad leaned into me slowly And grabbing my ear with his teeth He began to growl in a musical tone That no one ever noticed That every battery was a human head

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:47 AM UTC

Human Heads!

When he was little My Dad had a battery collection The rarest, the triple As, were the crown jewels The Ds were the muscle The common, double As, were just lazy and plentiful The 9V was a spy With these rules my Dad played in various worlds He told me that his parent's friends Always looked away quickly when he showed them his collection They were embarrassed for his parents, he later supposed “That's something else” they'd say “You could power Denver” Then my gentle Dad leaned into me slowly And grabbing my ear with his teeth He began to growl in a musical tone That no one ever noticed That every battery was a human head

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I understand this bit of you (I particularly hate the brain sick too) I've been around so many wards Of mewling, lost, head gripping hordes They are at best the living dead Forever tucked in their childhood beds Selfish and terrified, browsing some book If this was your life, yuck, you'd rather it took! “All I want is to see him try To stick to work like you or I” And therein lies your answer see Who'd dare dispute “Work Will Set You Free?” “I earn my sleep...he lays about” “I bought this house...he lays about” I've earned who I am! But he's just there “Enduring” he claims with his little boy stare “My love is given on my terms” “My love is such that it must be earned” “Grand kids!” Snort “A human being!” “Are you not seeing what I'm seeing?” Slowly I have learned your mind It's loathing twitch and sadist's grind You clap and hoot at life on TV You're one retort “You don't know me!”

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC

Family...(Just You)

I understand this bit of you (I particularly hate the brain sick too) I've been around so many wards Of mewling, lost, head gripping hordes They are at best the living dead Forever tucked in their childhood beds Selfish and terrified, browsing some book If this was your life, yuck, you'd rather it took! “All I want is to see him try To stick to work like you or I” And therein lies your answer see Who'd dare dispute “Work Will Set You Free?” “I earn my sleep...he lays about” “I bought this house...he lays about” I've earned who I am! But he's just there “Enduring” he claims with his little boy stare “My love is given on my terms” “My love is such that it must be earned” “Grand kids!” Snort “A human being!” “Are you not seeing what I'm seeing?” Slowly I have learned your mind It's loathing twitch and sadist's grind You clap and hoot at life on TV You're one retort “You don't know me!”

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How are you ever Going to get out from under this? It hunts with its nose It is brave from lack of sleep Onions, computers, red cabbage, loss This tangle of things Goes to sleep in a knot Is that you in the picture? Take as long as you please Come around back now Fierce and rambling, blasting a request For mercy with an air horn Pointing to an unspecified time and place A leaflet addresses your problems You lose your ability to use language Thoughts stack up but cannot be forged There is nothing to be afraid of

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:44 AM UTC

Dementia

How are you ever Going to get out from under this? It hunts with its nose It is brave from lack of sleep Onions, computers, red cabbage, loss This tangle of things Goes to sleep in a knot Is that you in the picture? Take as long as you please Come around back now Fierce and rambling, blasting a request For mercy with an air horn Pointing to an unspecified time and place A leaflet addresses your problems You lose your ability to use language Thoughts stack up but cannot be forged There is nothing to be afraid of

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Are you scared Johnny Reb? Yeah I guess I am too With each re-enactment The grey and the blues Get under my skin 'til it's just me and you In our animal colors All black and bad news Are you scared Johnny Reb? 'cause I've heard hunting men Is just one hard **** then again and again It is joy past the point of all drugs and all zen Let the next re-enactment We enact again Have the slightest addition Of two powdered men I've come to consider you More than a friend So honestly Johnny Between us too men Let the end of our war Be decided again

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:43 AM UTC

Civil War

Are you scared Johnny Reb? Yeah I guess I am too With each re-enactment The grey and the blues Get under my skin 'til it's just me and you In our animal colors All black and bad news Are you scared Johnny Reb? 'cause I've heard hunting men Is just one hard **** then again and again It is joy past the point of all drugs and all zen Let the next re-enactment We enact again Have the slightest addition Of two powdered men I've come to consider you More than a friend So honestly Johnny Between us too men Let the end of our war Be decided again

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I'm a bad bad man (I take it in the can!) There was nothing to run from at all (but I ran) I smell the blood in your matted hair with your nodding to nothingness and to everywhere After all I was wasn't I

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:42 AM UTC

Charm

I'm a bad bad man (I take it in the can!) There was nothing to run from at all (but I ran) I smell the blood in your matted hair with your nodding to nothingness and to everywhere After all I was wasn't I

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Oh dear you never come Out in the back yard after some Frightening noise like a jagged hum Kept you from asleep Here goes the aftermath Blood pooled still in a drawn bath Pink diluted human wrath Kept you from asleep On going going on Purring blades that cut the lawn Bringing on a peaceful yawn Before you go to sleep

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:41 AM UTC

You Never Come

Oh dear you never come Out in the back yard after some Frightening noise like a jagged hum Kept you from asleep Here goes the aftermath Blood pooled still in a drawn bath Pink diluted human wrath Kept you from asleep On going going on Purring blades that cut the lawn Bringing on a peaceful yawn Before you go to sleep

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I played **** jams and watched the **** cams Without any doubt about dying A waltzing Victorian casually avoiding IEDs Bombs without brand names My eyes grew sleek my fingers black There was so much in my peripheral vision That I hardly cared to look ahead Bright dust motes in swarms of sun and color My internal temperature dropped, my teeth grew At night I slept in a hammock With a cat at my feet If there was a war like the looky-loos say It never felt that way Though I'm sure I did my share My low chuckling at the sight of blood Even from my child's knee Assures me that I did my share.

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC

Wild Man

I played **** jams and watched the **** cams Without any doubt about dying A waltzing Victorian casually avoiding IEDs Bombs without brand names My eyes grew sleek my fingers black There was so much in my peripheral vision That I hardly cared to look ahead Bright dust motes in swarms of sun and color My internal temperature dropped, my teeth grew At night I slept in a hammock With a cat at my feet If there was a war like the looky-loos say It never felt that way Though I'm sure I did my share My low chuckling at the sight of blood Even from my child's knee Assures me that I did my share.

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She's a good girl Born from the mouth of God Amid a celestial bout of sneezing She lay with me as the clock ticked Talking softly of her fear of colors Green ants and black turtles Orange sparrows and red, red water Fear not I bellowed The night caught the echo though And sent back nonsense for hours Your tongue is cooked black she cried Your hands are gray cruelty I wrapped my arms around her shivering Detached my lower jaw And swallowed her back up.

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Aug 10, 2012

Aug 10, 2012 at 3:39 AM UTC

Us Anacondas

She's a good girl Born from the mouth of God Amid a celestial bout of sneezing She lay with me as the clock ticked Talking softly of her fear of colors Green ants and black turtles Orange sparrows and red, red water Fear not I bellowed The night caught the echo though And sent back nonsense for hours Your tongue is cooked black she cried Your hands are gray cruelty I wrapped my arms around her shivering Detached my lower jaw And swallowed her back up.

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