.                       .                          .
    .             .          .               .
       .    .    .     .     .     .     .    .    .

     i     stare  at  a  docile  ocean
  
           waveless   sun   accosted
           dark and shadow edged
           tinned with men's brave
           history of misconception     i

                                   'Dragonne'.    
           'Colossuus'.    
                                   'Cetaecean'.
          
                           

           - Leviathan  ?



                       As sure as hope setting sail  -
                       Past shoal, past shallow,               
                       So each chase begins.
                       Lines parsing out,  
                       Expectations coyly
                       Embroidered,
                       Entwin-ned.


                       -  Leviathan  ?



                        Pray please this narrative be drawn :  
                        Truth for sake of safe harbour;
                        Stillness without caution;
                        Softly ripening dawn;
                        Jupiter and Venus descendant,
                        Celestial promise anon ?
                                               

                        -  Leviathan .




                Violence
         the casual violence of life
             the worst kind
    not casual really   but whats violence anyway
      few knew why    why ask why    the few
     once  the  dice  flipped  get
       its         a flying             a mind            a dunzo game
             gravity responds  we hope              hope together sake
                             to    gether

we   short the freaks   short em all   them freakin freaks      freaks
           i want you I want yours
             i want to take  you over
                  take control  take over
                        29' k         kontrol        all night                                                        day
­                             long             time                                                                end  time

                  everthing happens forfurfor                                      fit                         ­ ur
              once and done     nature                                           forfeiture
                     reason                  or ur other        or ur another                         or ur a altogether reason
                                                          ­                    or simple GP          drunkworld
                                          ­                                                            reason                               nurture


                        surprise my ripest faither                                                          ­                     less
                             5 rise  10 run                                                   huh
                   up the                   down and dumb
            dumb  ber                   right left        left                                                            right thum ber

                             number one                                                 number
                                                          ­                                      numb   ber
                                   one                       ­                                     ones
          
            ­    
                               another                                                                      
                                come
              ­                  under                           
                                 the
                               ­   ~                                                                ­          
                                  .
                            ­  
                     



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color me in all in
the lines outside
color' my veins
sorrowful and blue
tongue fingers palms

color me in all in
black to the edge
every crime every sin
deep to the marrow
admonition colored
all in

color me
color my world
my coast my shoreline
the country i am in
once again

a man who understood his fate, all too well ?
who hid a great deal of himself, out of necessity ?

but, while designing machines of war,
possessed it seems, a gentle and inquisitive nature.
critics say the discipline necessary to ward off
boredom, was lacking.

at his height of power, he was not without detractors-
as the many patrons in his thrall, put their money not on
his beautiful red chalk , but the poet's quill.

hat's off to this well trammeled scullcap
and victory
bittersweet  !





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Are bent
turn as deaf
too often  -


Ears *****
are bent
turn as deaf
as often as not-
And therein is
the lesson.

Out beyond
where the tracks bend
Lessons live on
are borrowed upon-
take wettened spark.

And,
less often
than thought
are not scattered  
by time, out of mind,
abandoned, but
instead passed 'round
and 'round softly
Down down
down down-
this dented
prickly
crown.




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Lessons :    ( 1. ) Attraction.
            ( 2. ) Attention.

1.
Lessons of attraction
Teach that often
Little or none
May serve (one)
Sufficiently well
Deftly in fact
If well played to
Another party (one)
So similarly unclined.

2.
Attention (Ed) :
Every tilt and curve ............ (onetwo)
Every pitch and yaw ............. (onetwo)
Every flat and valley (ed) ... (onetwo)
Whorl is well deserving of .... (onetwo)
Entention (And) :

3.
Faith(ungh)divided(one-two, one-two-three)
(twoby twoby twoby)
to the hilt.

    



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1 Caligula Sade (add Marx for $ .50)
a simple curriculum simple words
none, nothing, nowhere, never
none left undone (all of it)
none of it all yours

2 Condescends to punish
with ill-gotten gains
such are the rewards
of a lifetime of conformity and complaisance

3 Lollypops candy red
ballgags
derogatory interrogatories
all day long quid pro quo quid pro quo
("Don't let this happen to you !")

4 Dampening urgencies
in a vague meander
lunar etched passage
#4704. feel ?; how do you, (csv)
#1 bestseller; amazon (csv)
yo tambien, Asia !

5 There is but one rule, though:
"Never a sweaty horse to the barn"
once was confusion
is/are (a) temples(s)
upright and pure [not mine. nope- Milton.]

6 What is yours
is yours to own
conflate in any manner
with f*ck-all else
as you surely will
or not at all
Recombination
(recumbant version, ft "get me pictures !").

Every Circuit
                             There -
     (and)               By
     (this)               X - pressed.
     (explicitly)

     And ...
     Consider                     (ed) -
     This .
     And ...
     Consider                    (ing) -
     This .

     This .

     Its
     Not
     As You Wished,
     This  Uninvited
    Sovereign -
     This ...
                  (Guest)


     Never
                   (Ever)
     Less


     This
                  (Flesh)
     Everest


     I            (Mist)

     Will
    
     to




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Dat ***** Kild (sic), yo !

Little White
Snitch
***** Kild (sic), yo !
Galantine White
Worked Like a Charm
Cataleptic Farm.

See Nothing
Say Something
See Nothing
Say Something
Liked, Liked, This.

See Nothing
Say Nothing
See Nothing
Say Nothing
Said : Liked This

Liked, Liked, This
Liked, Liked, Liked
Liked, Liked This

Kited Dread Slough !



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The  Kristeille  Bra :
And Other Pathways To   -  ( Disaster ! )

Polarities :    so smartly empowdered
And,  petitely enslaved -
Potentialities ?
- In extremis, I'm afraid.

But if thus were so, then ...
(Even thinly veilled) ;

Let us duly consider :
Are our appetites (fe\male)
In actuality and fact umm,
Needlessly Manichean;
The torments of
noisy Siblings ?

Why, after all I ask,
only two -
Don't
You ?


Alas,
To the Medici
Roundly go the
Battle and the day !
       (And sublimity)
(Or so the legend
goes ...... )

For those who favour
such Palantines,
(and gravity)
a throne.



For  :
Pure symetry confounds my interest -
hnn.us/articles/7202.html


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this swifter's grift -
lifting loosely
fitted accoutrement

lourden fruit
carelessly held
silkened, gimlet lit
shamelessly rivened
to a paler shade
of need.

solitude's
enchanting seed
may confer
a grander banquet’s call
but, this tug of
grandiloquent oblige
and politesse . . .

master and slave consort
black and scarlet
swift of tongue and fingertip
unbound so neatly
and leather blind



tell me muse of the anger flesh on fire
is there really dignity in defeat
that eludes the victor

tell me muse of the truth in nature
ill-graced tail-lamp broken
is destiny all ways ordained in contradiction

tell me muse do hearts all times submit
to the beacon call
shyness long forgotten
narrative so harshly written

as ne'er before
with an insistence
ageless yearnings bellow  
as but glazened shadow


if reason sleeps
there will be no learning
no refuge
only to each
for their crimes
a four-chambered riddle



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II .  Towards the infinite, possessed  



There is a common sense of
denial that most hold close.
uphold in fact-
whose seeds were
planted slyly long ago.

It was in such moments
of melancholy and doubt
that my lover and I dwelled-
not almost, but completely
never touching.

This preserve which rose steadily
towards the infinite, possessed
an emptiness and complexity
I faithfully failed to question-


Enchanting this
reflection.




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I.    Parting The Seas
      With Their Acid Tongues


Have you seen the herd
Their disparaging words
Ever felt their burn
Their teeth newly
straightened
Their letters
capped boldly
And augered in -

Never ?

Parting the seas
With their acid tongues
Overzealous murderers
Twirling their guns
Finger painting
In puddles of blood
Far and above
The multitudes,
Fainting  -

Prose, my love ?

They're but disgraced mystics
Moneyed for nothing
Soon to face their own
Caustic hmmmmm,
Hatred's vast acreage.
For an ill wind
Blows no one good -

You don't say -

Ask anyone.
Or haven't you heard
Page Six -
This is the way
Come
Inside !




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