Sep 2018
Black Gods come from things w/in the Body & the Heat
of the poet from Space facing the Dead beautiful heady snooch going to the Earth
in her bare feet; Queen for years of the Bright White
places
things do; Young thought **** art Green left big America
said Golden living hereto, beauty's mind-poetry
finds the Goddess Sun's ancient money, Puck City War
hell death
hard *******, great start to w/ ***** & the future seas ******
skin
calling up her room, female hands;
words of the poet's six kids, six hairs times six
fire thinking noun street wife lost real call knew the dream baby;
the Middle blue door true to the lives of a better history of the Moon & Sky making the stock boy Igor childless & drunk,
an American told him to open the universe w/ his hands of gold;
heard time English human father ***** water heaven
cold drinks write bad Greek siding w/
what kind of person is born to children, counting three yellow stones
turned inside out & walking;
the heart's work full of the truths of the high curves of Medusa,
leaving small Holy widely read books feeling ugly,
son of spiritual stars in the state of nature's walking Hole,
Barbie a gay kid wild in the Brown Year of the red painted cat-lady
writing w/ her mouth; the guy running to her arms is her best friend
going deeper into the century's form of the invisible mother standing
w/ her lips full but keeping the French windows
closed where Ivan's Sweet Secret Society's yucky Russians
speaking dogs' ****** soul's
brain story's perfect music for girls in the field
of evil voices smoking a lot & dancing;
the guy's reading matters
in the mirror
of modern poem, revolutionary
under the big, big banner of
the Bund, asking reality to talk to her sister-turned-stripper
wearing the walls of the House of Sand sensing
fingers of Christ's career free Clubs Eating School
Kissing Dead Strippers;
here the standard ***** waits for the robot to be brought
into the heat of her legs;
she married the pretty Silver Lord's
falling tree; the air & land rich w/ the smell of Magic's
powerful science of mom and daughter's **** birth dreaming
on the floor,
the painting of prophetic gods
in the garden of language;
unknown & sacred, turning to Alchemy
w/ a friendly blonde sitting beside the wall of Park Avenue,
living atop the machine origin of *******;
in bed watching the cops at six o'clock, surely their eyes
& toes were the genius of Mary's angels & w/in the meeting
she fell down where the poet wrote of cool, buried loved
on sight & hairy, leaves on her knees in the windy knowledge
of angels glass tabletops
asleep
in the center of the burning daughters,
fat so as it is written starting in the flesh of Bettie
changing into a monster in flames; paradise w/out Einstein's
drinking the news talking about being leather,
pregnant & broken, guns holding her tongue,
the stranger kills w/ his teeth, naturally
the radio deserted the public playing w/ a gun,
he ***** a teenager holding ladies at bay w/ food;
Gypsy wrongs for the smoker's corner, sounds move waves
in the Christian temples her **** is watched,
***** stupidly, she takes Chinese Computer Courses,
reading the lights of Skinny Bob's Muses & kissing him
upon his return to the witch taking the town by
ode enough & she being empty, felt alive & stood
in the plastic south wind; I Remember
her abstract **** walking through the ground snow
in one stocking, the adversary going to the dance
of her corporate clothes, her bottom met simply on the planet
of Crazy ****, meaning she understood the Hidden Shadows
every second ever speaking
calling her to bring the ghost beats & feeling her laying
down on knowing Stars Caught in her lover Dawn's
sweaty *******, sexually Eve & Jack give
thanks to the cut, live & unseen thinking
of the early ****
of the goddesses standing straight in the single picture
of *****'s ****** on the warm streets leading
to the mad love of mankind's plurality looking strangely
& moving the older Jewish happy faces turning its glory
literally in half, she began, Hey! Mistress of the opposite
happening
beneath the much wider falling Autumn leaves
from the Trees on the Hills
of the poet from Space facing the Dead beautiful heady snooch going to the Earth
in her bare feet; Queen for years of the Bright White
places
things do; Young thought **** art Green left big America
said Golden living hereto, beauty's mind-poetry
finds the Goddess Sun's ancient money, Puck City War
hell death
hard *******, great start to w/ ***** & the future seas ******
skin
calling up her room, female hands;
words of the poet's six kids, six hairs times six
fire thinking noun street wife lost real call knew the dream baby;
the Middle blue door true to the lives of a better history of the Moon & Sky making the stock boy Igor childless & drunk,
an American told him to open the universe w/ his hands of gold;
heard time English human father ***** water heaven
cold drinks write bad Greek siding w/
what kind of person is born to children, counting three yellow stones
turned inside out & walking;
the heart's work full of the truths of the high curves of Medusa,
leaving small Holy widely read books feeling ugly,
son of spiritual stars in the state of nature's walking Hole,
Barbie a gay kid wild in the Brown Year of the red painted cat-lady
writing w/ her mouth; the guy running to her arms is her best friend
going deeper into the century's form of the invisible mother standing
w/ her lips full but keeping the French windows
closed where Ivan's Sweet Secret Society's yucky Russians
speaking dogs' ****** soul's
brain story's perfect music for girls in the field
of evil voices smoking a lot & dancing;
the guy's reading matters
in the mirror
of modern poem, revolutionary
under the big, big banner of
the Bund, asking reality to talk to her sister-turned-stripper
wearing the walls of the House of Sand sensing
fingers of Christ's career free Clubs Eating School
Kissing Dead Strippers;
here the standard ***** waits for the robot to be brought
into the heat of her legs;
she married the pretty Silver Lord's
falling tree; the air & land rich w/ the smell of Magic's
powerful science of mom and daughter's **** birth dreaming
on the floor,
the painting of prophetic gods
in the garden of language;
unknown & sacred, turning to Alchemy
w/ a friendly blonde sitting beside the wall of Park Avenue,
living atop the machine origin of *******;
in bed watching the cops at six o'clock, surely their eyes
& toes were the genius of Mary's angels & w/in the meeting
she fell down where the poet wrote of cool, buried loved
on sight & hairy, leaves on her knees in the windy knowledge
of angels glass tabletops
asleep
in the center of the burning daughters,
fat so as it is written starting in the flesh of Bettie
changing into a monster in flames; paradise w/out Einstein's
drinking the news talking about being leather,
pregnant & broken, guns holding her tongue,
the stranger kills w/ his teeth, naturally
the radio deserted the public playing w/ a gun,
he ***** a teenager holding ladies at bay w/ food;
Gypsy wrongs for the smoker's corner, sounds move waves
in the Christian temples her **** is watched,
***** stupidly, she takes Chinese Computer Courses,
reading the lights of Skinny Bob's Muses & kissing him
upon his return to the witch taking the town by
ode enough & she being empty, felt alive & stood
in the plastic south wind; I Remember
her abstract **** walking through the ground snow
in one stocking, the adversary going to the dance
of her corporate clothes, her bottom met simply on the planet
of Crazy ****, meaning she understood the Hidden Shadows
every second ever speaking
calling her to bring the ghost beats & feeling her laying
down on knowing Stars Caught in her lover Dawn's
sweaty *******, sexually Eve & Jack give
thanks to the cut, live & unseen thinking
of the early ****
of the goddesses standing straight in the single picture
of *****'s ****** on the warm streets leading
to the mad love of mankind's plurality looking strangely
& moving the older Jewish happy faces turning its glory
literally in half, she began, Hey! Mistress of the opposite
happening
beneath the much wider falling Autumn leaves
from the Trees on the Hills
