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Jun 2018
the   
                       abstract   prophet sits            |        
|       reading  in the     field
where the                             Chinese  girl           takes  the  
          loaded             gun ; 
            ladies loving          a   lot            love to be in Eli's      
                                                        arm;  
******                                    like she were         fat &     |                      single  on                         deserted            beach; \    on                             down the alleys of
        strange   streets  
where       bookish                      strippers     have lived    /    forever  
only         to      die  
                             | old & barely   /   
           remembered                      by the whole                  house   where        
           no one speaks      English                          anymore;
           ­                                                                 ­         |
       ******   turning up               |                from all over       town  
    standing in line to be the first          pe             rson   to buy the new       ***   gear  
         she's      gonna  go to the  
               cops  & give     birth to    
         an   evil   brain   unknown   &  
           knowing   until her        senses   died  
wearing          stockings   she        sat   fat &       
        [don't envy strippers for all the
   .                      money they
                             can make]empty;
              even her     *******   asked              where did all                   these      plastic   strippers  
       come from;       crazy,  
       straight  &            free  on the  |                   |
        [******]    ground   alive   rolling        
   around         talking   in         sweaty  
              holding   her arms out  
                          & standing so the      gods of art & fashion     
                  can see her   big          French                     bottom through      
             the      thin veil    of             ****** 
             smoke;   she's             tall,
thin  &   ****                    of course,                      &  burning   warm w/
         fever                     must be the        
            shock          from the success          ;       
            the foul est             |               |       |          winds 
                  over        her toes;     |          |      
       the toes of       angels   live   w/in
       the quantum                alchemy  of the    /    
                                    witches                 ­              growing        
        rich                    calling  in  he­r                        teeth   to        
           watch  the        revolution        before it's    
                buried in               waves  of     understanding;                       |        simply   .   beating            hairy   fingers  
     in a   stranger's  ******                 having       |                written   older  
magical                 music w/  her   /    
            spiritual   breaths   in the        
Jewish or          gypsy                 sunlight
                       in the         park,       guys  
bringing                    news   of the new   
                    painting  at        midnight  
not              making a           sound          feeling               the    4     walls  w/ his       *****  
until he comes                                                 upon her           soft      hills  
front & back              but          it starts          raining             &                          he's a                       Christian   [noun]  
who          fell for her            imagined                       *** appeal  
          the                 winds'  
flirting w/ the             flaming                              mistress   of the          
                 century of          
guns                                   until       she                      meets      her     southern          
lover                   .            ,                         telling                       him she          :          .                         caught   a
        genius             :        red-handed          
               trying     to                 :                     mix into          the    
               high     society   of  *****  
invisibly           ;       the origin of    
    mankind's head     hidden  in the            
sand ; still,   the           kid   exists;  
          stupid       3D-printing        
      machine       /                 goes berserk      
                         every so often                  & can't be stopped from          manufacturing            the    
         modern mechanical      
                angel  [that's all it does   ]               
                           takes her       bra off                 _ .| . _              simultaneous -    w/           
              /             |                 /                |              | . ||
                      off bra       bare  her       *****  
                 that              literally               |
           speak        .        the               ****'s                  dra
                                        oops
                   ­                                                           .     ­                   spoo arb
            sacred   language  ;although       
            it was  their  tongue                                            kil­led her      daughter;              playing                          ­   computer  
           games while                         speaking         over the ham            radio  to  
                           the           dark                                                        goddesses  hiding
                      in the    
        shadow  of the                                    Einstein Cross;                   hold    
        my hand      I    felt  
    corner   .                          .                          .          ­                  .
       leave the              drugs  
       in the                 wall                         in  the     glass        
                    case;                          ­       ****  
starts            to      pile up    on the    table  
           in the bright                            lights her ****        look     bigger
         locked &                      loaded
Johnny  Noiπ
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