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Philomena Dec 2024
The phone call continues to echo in my mind. I keep waiting for another to tell me this isn’t real. My own home now serves as a reminder that although minutes away you left this world alone. We were just young girls running around as if downtown was our own play ground. Our nights at Kaldis. Our endless dance synchronizations to Premier Gauo. The meals and stories we’d share the next morning reliving snickering at the havoc we wrecked. The way you lit up every room with your prescence and smile made you infectious. Your perfect melanated skin and bone structure. I always wondered how God could make someone so perfect. It was impossible to not be enamored by you, your unwillingness to conform, bend or fold. You were the epitome of life. Now I’m mourning yours. No one preparers you for tragedy despite life having so many. Even then you hope to never lose friends before they’ve seen gray hair. The way memories made from love now haunt you. My sister, my partner in nonsense in joy and sorrow. Please watch over me. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.
Ken Pepiton Mar 8
Homework,
pass time, sharing mind hats IC wit

read the indigo alchemical how who knew,

the light we live in determines limits live-evil

chiral viral virtual truth, gut growl inspired,

listen, this is it, this is the first time any one,

maintained make believe money… any weform

plural I point of view, privileged religiously of old.

Royal charters and patents and permits and such,

you know.
Life' business attaining Optimum Prime Definite

Chief Aim, aha, wise, knowing never was wrong.

Any child's angel knows,
if listened to, late
in life

after accepting the winning's done, We accept
the prophet's reward for the cup of cold water,

and nod
slight smile

life's business is useful beauty, keep that
in mind
as we attach we form
adhesive, single carbon
bond attacking indigo light
the sweaty trapped infrared,
calmed in the shade
where cool ideas occur
green leaves eat infrareds,
being calming consciousnesses
subconscious money fighting rights
Priest authorizes Melchezideacon shares

Had I never wept
for Gunga Din, had I
never been gut shot
with a ***, no shot,
from a 20 guage 10 feet away,
- eh, whose, experience the same

whose breath was never lost
in the fall that marks the know how
it feels
to have breath knocked out
by force
of gravity and velocity,
out ah

limits, and breath is back,
gasp,
on screen, gnoshit, feels so

real,
from Saturn,
in our right mind, seeing
now, go look we have seeing
windows in our hands seeing through
from Earth 2025

this is as useful as a fool can be,
being as times being's being wasted
making up reasons to believe the shuffle,
random acts
of kindness sowed mindfully,
as seed some of us lived to sow, no mas
true make believe,
once truly used
to form a we
of believers convinced
the joy in weform alone is enough

imagine the waves, at the bottom of the air,
down here with other breathers thinking,
in the space of a breath or two, we all breathe,

in the space of a breath or two, we all can see

this one planet reflecting enough light
we all can see, Earth from Saturn's outer rings

in the space of a breath or two, we all can see

so bright, our only ever mortal home, we see

all this time invested in worry,
worry for nothing, read for free, live for today,
think kindly,

no whining, if you read this far, you
got electricity, okeh, and time to read with it,

like participate in the message, translate the idea

think it
may be not
wasted used
to account, count, matter, real
redeemed mystery lure may being
realizable wealth
of mind space droned empty,
huge echoing rooms minding reasons science
makes true

at tense
attention practice
stuck true gluon level how

in hell did that work

-proves this ai snot hell, sniff
it's winter and they had a war.
Things are confusing reality again
without all the energy
in reality giving
a bit,
a tip
to the shiner
for the TOE shine, the reflective Pacific
as seen
from dark Florence nights
in Da Vinci's days, Medici Machiavelli days,
roots set to love the power, what it does,
when all the bubble you breathe, indeed

contains all the ideas becoming agents
acting in Jesus name, becoming spirits
in truth
sighs, gasps, unvoiced inhalation, we

ready readers writing inhabitable weforms,
gut level Bavarian Greek yoghurt symbionts,

Phi-delitus, spoken allowed, alert, the precepts,
nine, was it, Templar page preparers, hide scrapers

listen, learn, recite what was said to whom,
as this deal was being made, who said wanna bet?

Better, yet
who went all in?

quests for power under what precepts?
Those royal lines under thrones and arms?

Once we think we all once knew, then
til this very day we think these
agent seeds of truth,
making free,

loose
us

breathe and think and breathe and think
and realize the instance,
in life around me,

out
of my mind, examining a taken life, given,
accepted, grace, taken, time,
to rest,
in truth,

I am alive, because we all live
after ever started/
Ah, I think I can live like this forever, so, two witnesses, this ain't hell.
what is a cat is a cat is a foot in a sock
is a sock on a foot is a foot and sock
in a shoe
and there's walking involved:
or simply standing:
don't get me wrong:
but i "got" Knausgaard all wrong
when i tried to read him in English...
maybe it's just the same with Jon Fosse:
maybe English is an ungly language of translation
maybe English is something momentarily perfect
in an abstract:
i think of Septology like i think of
Doctor Faustus and Herr! mein mann!
my future bridge of bride to be
is weeping into the telephone and
i have no avenues of consoling her:
with all that Omine Patrii Catholic ******* litany:
i'm a lion sleeping on sheeps' cloth
and the sunlight is spectcular
like
like
it's almost orange: like the fruit...
but without the tecture o
full texture of the full:
ORBITAL...
       define orange... Frank O'Here.
O'There: Oh **** everywhere
defined orange as a bad... a "bad" colour...
once i needed a serprent and a garden
and i've watched so much *******:
i'm reduced to old father dragon:
a recluse salvation
of solo: a worm weaving its way around
a bookshelf...
i am that...
evil, i find, has become a subpar IQ testimony...
these rigid half **** wits
and
if i were to think of woman and the foetus
which
enlargers the prospects of the ******
birth
and if my mind was a womb:
my foetus: my my my.. not my foetus
would be the ego...
and well isn't that a welcome sunshine
for a sunrise to a parody like
all Norwegian writing is exemplar:
you strangulate the Poles from the POLANA...
you make them desecrate
the **** the grass...
like: who was that ***** that catapulted Samson's
ponytail along with the Mongol tribe who
only found out: figured out counting
by barraging Baghdad by sling
of dead head cope...
        i'm painting: with sounds: but i'm painting
without sounds being sounds...
it's not like i'm writing: ******* music...
i'm writing that what i think i think
might be: red...
         or orange.... or brown...
when my partner starts crying because her
samurai would be... was poisoned...
aparently cats have short memories...
but it breaks my heart in order to give me
two hearts: two lingos...
and two minds to match:
maybe Reyla... hmm.. impossible:
that sly ***** couldn't poach a ******* egg
but what if... suppositional dysfuynction...

but if i am the nothing womb of the birth of
ego... id aside...
i feel uneasy hearing what pain
is true and like... alike...
it makes me beg: to differ...
i hark i send snow and i even send the night
with all the frost, nail, bitterness of
the biting...
i juggle:

there was a concept of writing poetry and of music:
but that died with Nietzsche:
i think then i don't think:
then replace the medium of writing
like some journalistic cul de sac
and some ****** lackey
you ******* kidding me
i will burn this continent with thoughts
alone!
i will drive that ****-******* crucifix into
your **** whale-bone
you Kentucky fried IQ lost puck-puck-puck-ah!
you Jew herder!

enloghten the spirits they said:
so much for circumcision...
can't ******* **** into the toilet bowl:
can ye?!
oh but it's alright when males are circumcised
and leave bad hygiene habits in the toilets
for all else to see:
scrutiny of the *******:
or maybe... maybe that's like:
fried onion rings... more or less:
foreskins...
so fry: those... *******... foreskins!
make 'em TH chewy...
like porky pie ears and all
that deep fried gelatin unlike
the Scotch deep fried Mars bar
you ******* spandex in gravy lateral
navy oosh! you Scotach better
beg for my pardon!

    the sun          and her sons...
the moon: and her daughters...
no one preparers you make digestion of this
subterranean *******...
Norwegians tied to try:
if i couldn't stomach Knausgaard
in English:
i can't stomach Fosse in English:
sorry: not sorry: but boo hoo anyways
ghost Angevin...
           i'll ******* get that smirk of self-assurance
readied
for the torture chamber
and there will be not laughter there:
i'll just perfectly employ the *****
to the ******* device
and i'll itch with each
available scrutiny of pleasure:
to allow yourself to suffer...

        because that is my judgement
and all else:
a repetition of consequence(s).

— The End —