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i.

in no dream did I see you emerge naked from a lake smoking a cigarette you seemed afraid to touch with your fingers.  in no dream was there a ruined enough tree that could take your ****.  

ii.

we are not doing too many things at once.  we are merely extinct.  god's final act is god's only.  we harp.
 Jul 2013 CH Gorrie
Raj Arumugam
the would-be monk
(fervent, eager, so into-it)
came knocking at the
Buddhist monastery
but no one answered

the would-be monk
saw a sign
there in the shadows
that read:
“inquire within”

so
the would-be monk
went away immediately
inquire within
 Jul 2013 CH Gorrie
ME
I shy away from the ridiculous
I take another form
One more serious
I despise the closed eyes
Laughing while others cry
A typical way of ignoring the distant
I am not opposed to happiness or joy
I am opposed to actions that work against the freedoms we enjoy
The unappreciative mentality of ‘don’t live there, don’t care”
While we donate once a year, post it on facebook and say:
“Look at me, here, here, here”
We donate a day of our lives every year
To remove our guilt
for a two hour show on tv
That we don’t watch to watch anyway
Pathetic
That’s what I say!
this is the holding father
bent from the weight
of his child    

ear to eardrop

a hospital tree     in aftermath
hunched to the loss
of discovery

this is day 39 of 40
observations

each day I have so many
children     to name

differently

I don’t remember the first time you were here

anymore     I am blessed
to see your toes

hear a storm
when the storm
is distant
he ended by saying surely it is evil to live.


I have not been stunned by fiction since having hands.  


he started by asking silence to observe the audience.  
he crushed a cocoon under foot because it had no god.  


I have not been beautiful since needing nourishment.  
I have not sinned since taking an active role in my dreams.


he arrived in a white limo.
he applied to his body a lotion of black milk.
he penned in the asylum we’d sun ourselves with angels.


he cried like a baby he’d seen.
I have not cried like that since being cut in half.


I was not ***** in a field of vision
nor have I been
since refusing the kit.
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