You've not found this
or you wouldn't still
be seeking poetry
for oil
Yes, in that place you'd
look, if and if and if
oh you'd look
for ill
You'd look and you will
need a temp
a hot ness to feel
along long the way
pressing
On as if as if you and I
abscond with a handful
of time and space
not ours
draining

I saw the picture of you
smoke curling
right off the edge
a microphone
a tone
gritty sound
caught in
black and white
playing like film
thickening time
you talking
or maybe singing
easy as if
it wasn't
electrifying
and i wasn't
never running

My words won't load
for you
It's not that you
are that cool
it's just
just
that your expectations
should die and scream
whilst
and if you compare
someone
to your expectations

a flogging wouldn't
be out of order
do I sound
as if
someone
left me
alone

here
we did
and you
anding know except
awe these lights

censored

We will make a life
from anything
around us

What do you
have your hands
on now

Here I am
angry

Furious
ovr
u

agn

fukme

ahm
****
of this state

of 'manity
of

sorry ifn
you're all
caught up in
nice
'n rational

lyin mfr

u aint

ah read yer books
et yer lunch

f'd yer femails

struck dumb by
clichés I slaughter

your otter

I know what
it should say

I know what you
want to hear

'cept
I'm clear
via beer

you are queer
enuf
to be here
rather 'n there

I cull the thoughts
that lead to

your shells
are
exhausting

your fears
lead to
great lines

and still
its tired

you're broken heart
is your first

my umpteenth
bite down please

skin leaking
time dancing
friction gathering
its price

it's happiness
primal

I surrender upwards
2 u

give this line
it's due

is none

discovered in you
that you'll name
as yours

this is mine


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I don't know
why I left here
or even how
When is
under
investigation
no stone
will be
unturned
certain
one of them
knows why
and will
rock

I was, again,
trying to do good
flood

The electrification
in my mind
of things related
to your ***

is stunning
i am living
in the feeling of my thinking
about that hemispheric pair

atmospherics burst upon
my membership
in humanity's
back story


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I haven't
and the universe
explodes
with what
I haven't

I have
and the universe
implodes
to what
I have

unless
I've got that
backward

In silence
and reticence
i writhe

Pulling in
to shelter
safe

from what
i want
badly

Reached for my bag of darkness
this morning
To pull out some slimy lump
And smear it across the page
Slapdash as usual

Only it's not there
my bag of wallow
and push
Have-to's, shoulds an'
can't-face-'ems

Do you have it?
Yes, I see you have yours
No need
ta clutch it
so tight now

Not sure
How hard
I'll look
As I'm unclear now
As to why I have it

Though I recall
being here before
and, alas
It did turn up
again

Perhaps
I should make
and fill a bag
with lightness
reach for that



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The slip
into poetic mode
the discourage
meant
of not
being read
the time
scouring by
scalding all
I connected to
cool water
imagined

It's not here
Balm for your fear

It's in
Disuse
Of those
thinks

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I think that this is sunshine
sitting here in the dark

I think that this is translucent
sitting within these walls

The sudden lightness
of a deep breath
following when
I could not

And there is a nattering
at all times

all of us signaling
all of the signaling
here
i am

still this coolness
the dryer churning dry
tv backgrounding a rerun
the dog shaking its collar clinking

something is waiting for me
i know
i can feel it on the back of my neck
one in four of you feel that too

i am banging in a wary way
at this edge here
a caterpillar on a leaf in a tree in a forest
of could be

i thread myself
into this screwy
evening

this life
in your eyes
a thing

see just to see
without fear
escapes

the collision
of quark u
and quark me

some
inestimable
voltage

the daily
shocking
reality

hi
how are you
say superbeings

feeling
reticent
lies

about normal
ab
sub
just made that up

can i say this
to you
now?

that you are
sunning yourself
in poetry



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Showing off here
You should do the opposite
Of my desire and look away
bored

Squirming under
light o' now
awkward to you
Click away quick

In two lines your brain will be mine

And in this obtained
echo I ring
this is a missile
aimless and
allgood all
good
and this I fount
passing some way
here now
I've a background
to be against

Scratching at time
Cantankerous to us
enamoured with dust
crust, rust and mussed

Tousled older constantly
I kick the river red
Transacting moments
Hound and scrabble

this plain road is unadorned
with our lives
laughing at everything we are
it takes some just some for now

I read out the history
of its beating tonight
in sighs and indulgence
how time pays the rent

3 poems to here
7 more to there?
where? where?

Trust me?
i'll see me
there?

Where
TF
is there?

I no longer
Don't
Stare

Who are you
doesn't want to know
where or even when
how this came about
is all that can be
unraveled here
despite your best
which you may
have never seen

The affect of age
is depth I think
watching season 1, number 1 and even
after the unaired pilot
of The Beverly Hillbillies
born

The words in the lines
that meant nothing
at 10, 30, 50 's years ago
that were throw away dna
pull from my diaphragm
(I have never used that word before in my life I swear
and now my diaphragm hurts - lol - jk)
joy

let me set the scene
Jethro has a sister
played by a tall, I kid you not, strong
man in a dress
voiced by a girl
sung to, no ****

"ain't she large
in all directions"
by -I've lost track-
in dumbfoundednicity
"that's perfection
ain't she keen"

"the most I've ever seen
and I'm here to tell you
I'm her ding **** daddy
and she's my queen"
and I had no idea ever
this was even there

oh how they must have laughed
at the censors
and it still worked
and the shock now
of seeing performers
speaking out

so artfully in protest
is mesmerizing
in its loud invisibility
really curious
what now I cannot
"crumpet? No, Clampett"

inhale some carbon
**** a brick
men with guns
starving
women with knives
carving
and there's some
raving
under a wave
caving
we held tomorrow
up
robbed it
the evidence
will drown

I've taken
a one point
lead
What
will you do
now

The anger
at being
unacknowledged
floods

I am thrown

dragged

slammed against


fighting this small death
of being no one to you



and being nothing



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It's here, the poetic moment
dancing tonsils
you have to let the moment build
an ever-increasing yodel
spurned like a bunny
ears sadly askew
running hell-bent
yet comically confident
for never been there land

even
never even been
there

tones change
when you're hard

landing

I've begun the other
imaginary process
of undoing
being undone

Here's the gin
as if poured
quickly in
an empty skin

A second's wake
across inher-
ited cake
my face icing's take

swirls yesit swirls
girls girls girls
are behind all
hold my soul, twirl

sweet are you my
would you be my
could you be my
somebody better

find me ahm not um
all them things or
jus' some kinda ***
or even on the run

considering some
will be thinking
from inside
and others not

I roll over
give my soul
a comfy cot
call you a snot

blather
a lot
specially
if you're hot

This casting of a spell
as if you saw someone
for an instant
in an empty
room
no one's there
and you have this feeling
as if someone is
there
This casting of a spell
carving  your back
a question feeling its
coming answer and is
complete in some
darkness always
unheard
quiet in your lines
don't reach crush
any who do
die comforted
and unheard

I am in this design
in time
feathery
ethereal
feral
glad
squirming against
my imagination's
ya'll

This false inspiration
a ailment common 'mongst us
This reasonable reason
resonates doesn't it
accept my resonation
which you might seek
or the identification
of attempts only
attempts

The art of falseness
no less
delightful in its
thrum of beauty
this decadence careless
of its perch seeks
to not be
fallen falling

Rising this cheap
falling for attention
isn't sacrifice or
heroics is self blowics
inflation of false selves
pitched against the screen
now to see

We make each other feel
like we belong in the world

Make somebody feel
that

fly the world


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I think these titles
are fractured
in the way
we have fractured
away
from
our body
our group mind

this remaking
has nicer ****
than we've
earned
look at them
swollen everywhere
i look
something
to lick

Before it folds
away

this bolt of soft
thought

yellow evening
worked

flat small dark
and quiet

still has something
held back

I am waiting
for it

To unravel
itself

Become unbound
and thread

into this me
making

That me better
again



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I don't want to be a better machine
than you
anymore

Oh the voices
I have quieted
That have stopped
That I've stopped
That have left
I hear them
reconnoiter
from inside
observing their
Non-existentence
and gasping well thought
Ideas of air

sometimes I get so much bigger
than I am
and I don't even know
what that means
and I know you do
sometimes we are
that thing that knows
and the rest of the time
we remember
confused

Maybe I'm a draft
of I imagine
the hope bringer

Having big things
to say

With this tiny
Little heart

Breaks

Me like a cone
holding chocolate

I have no shape
I have no defense
I am melting away
But I'm sweet
This isn't fair
Gurgle
Ga

I slurk away
down
****** flavor lane

Thinking of my favorite ice cream
deaths

Misery loves
a melting sweetness

Ah
that's it


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san san sa-ant
I sant say say
an a hey hey
not a way
nawt a way
iss all gray garay
san san sa-ant
nos nos not sayn
nos nos not sayn
san san sa-ant
nos nos not sayn
an a heyin an a
heyin whar whar
whar whar an a heyn
whar whar  ya
whar whar ya  bin

censored by HP

Is there mind and matter
Or only mind
imaging matter
and what matters
about that

Paints us earthy hues
Erects our ribbing
Hauls up our heads
To the top of our necks
Turns on our projector

We begin our show
que intro music
light the scene
It's a ghastly one
for us too often

We are learning
I think
to rewrite way faster
with better than chisels
our story

And now some days
i write
So full of delight
They invite viewing
with popcorn

I'd like to tear you up
no
I'd like to butcher you

Carve your opinions
on
your face

so that you feel
your
farce

Good
you think you know
good

you know
only
fear

your dog
bites
everyone

and feels
bitten
inside

Blah Blah Blah

Blah Blah

Blah Blah Blah Blah

drooling

over the object

of your belief structure

blah blah blah

your coolness

is unheatable

Blah blah blah
Blah blah

Blah
fucin'
blah


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I don't give this time
a capital letter
or a rhyme
being better

I've got this
condition

Indulge until
Blech

On a bad
<insert self indulgent excuse>

Blame it on
<that>

Blech.

Was the darkness right
about the light being

i am i think
a blob in a blob
full of blobs
that are full of blobs
infinitely blob
in a blob

Blondes I can't have

Traipse through my life
I should say
Sashay

This is the universe
At play

I should say
Thank
****
Thank

*******
the tease
is

delicious

have mercy



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