I’m rather fond of chocolate cake
I’d like to learn to knit
But I can’t abide Celine Dione
And Celery is ****

I find a book most comforting
And the odd banana split
But I hate celebrity look-a-likes
And Canadian singers
And celery are ****

I’m happiest by the fireside
Some music, I’ll permit
But I grit my teeth at gossipers
And dead ringers
Canadian singers
And Celery are ****

I love the air about my hair
And the grass beneath my feet
But I've never been too keen on wasps
And **** slingers
Dead ringers
Canadian singers
And celery are ****

I’m partial to a cup of tea
With a biscuit next to it
But I’ll never vote conservative
And insect stingers
**** slingers
Dead ringers
Canadian singers
And celery are ****

I like to bake a birthday cake
Or build a Lego kit
There are many things I truly love
But Right wingers
Insect stingers
**** slingers
Dead ringers
Canadian singers
And celery are STILL ****

**

Retailers hope to net profits with the overlapping of holiday seasons.
Thanksgiving is yet to be history; but, out comes the Christmas trimmings.
No big surprise seeing holiday reminders arriving and filling mail box,
comes with pre-season, this early blitz of commercials on tv now the net.

Early arrival of holiday brings bell ringers standing between shopper's exit,
a failure to repeat and repeat donations, brings looks of extreme displeasure.
Each and every time you enter or exit discount, drug, and many retail stores,
shoppers face not only bell ringers; but, 365 days donate at register requests.

Most can't equal billion dollar give aways by Bill and Melinda Gates' circle.
Most work extremely hard and donate but also choose to live on budgets.
I donate and have nothing against charities; but, how much should one give?
Retailers, putting shoppers on the spot, asking for donations upon check out?

Never a pinch penny when it comes to sharing when there's an "actual" need,
generosity is always a personal choice, I let guilt not be my companion in giving.
Multiple donations to canister's of amnesiac holiday bell ringers? Wont happen!
Nothing against legit charities; but, giving until you're broke, you "will" be needy.

Oh how I hate
this time of year,
with the stupid songs
and holiday cheer...
Annoying bell ringers
outside the store,
and the tacky wreaths
hanging on the door.
Cardboard calendars
filled with waxy treats,
ice and snow making
death traps of streets.
Frazzled parents
spending more then they should
on entitled kids
who are far from good.
Fake smiles & wishes
in the "spirit" of it all,
the empty shelves-
the crowds at the mall.
The hour long line
to see Santa the phony
who falsely promises
an x-box or a pony.
Having to gather
with family who annoy,
gifting another cheap
Chinese-made toy.
Fire hazards
strung with tinsel and lights,
tensions leading
to fun Christmas fights!
Secret Santas-
holiday parties for work-
ugly sweaters
making you look like a ****.
The stress of having
an enormous list
and a tiny budget
just makes me ******!
No, nothing seems jolly
or merry or bright...
Oh how I can't wait
till post-Christmas night!

Love you lots,
Despite the pain
Despite the rain
From my eyes
Under blue sunlit skies,
In spite
Waking up
Restless in the night
Were I
An abandoned pup
I cannot lie,
I miss you
Night and day
And I have no clue
What else to say,
My mind in knots
I cannot undo
As I think of you,
Minor relief
Knowing you're alive
But that disbelief
Still lingers
Nine to Five;
Dead ringers
All the pictures
Permanent fixtures
In my head
That I cannot
Dislocate
Until I'm dead,
And for that I wait
Patiently
Fervently,
Though a race
This is not,
It is a surer bet
Than to ever see your face
Again; which I will never forget...

APAD13 - 146 © okpoet

My darling boy,
The real one. The real thing and all.
A figment of my imagination but in my (tiny) self I hold.
You.

There is much awe in my city, my dear, but you are the skyscraper. Much joy in my world, but you are the bubbles, clumsily blown by a three year old.  Much wonder in my life, but you are my eyes when fireworks are set off. There is much music, but you sing a different song, of other lives lived, of sisterhood, of soul mates, of brothers, of lovers. Once again, we are.

It had been so long and on your descent, your landing, your smooth slip through Heathrow’s arrival gates (the home of my memory hidden in its ink)
I felt myself climb
Back into you
In the strongest, yet weakest way
Possible
Now you must rest. Go home to your mother and sleep til you wake.

Those days later
I watched you step out of that car
And as if in swift teamwork, my body was broken and healed at once.
I watched you cascade, so graciously, towards the bell ringers.
The people, your people
Your girls – full of anger, heavy wombs and hurricane.
I whispered, under my breath, ‘thank you, I love you’ and became
Me
You arrived and left without a ******* your arm – because, the truth is, you could never have anyone on your arm
Not even
You

My olive tree
The fruits of my loves labour never lost
A middle aged woman’s warm self among metallic scratches and blips.
A photograph – taken just before
Half of your face
Filling the whole page.

I will write to you
For you
As yours
Daily
And at the end of each I will
Whisper, under my breath, ‘thank you, I love you’

Thank you
I love you
Scorpio x

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I wish the world
banana seats and ***** bars
chariots of childhood
transports to imaginary kingdoms
erasers of boundaries
freedom makers
brother bonders
vehicles of the delegates of peace
a better way.

Bolted to a heavy metal frame of
metallic green with
ape hanger handlebars
the playing cards clothes-pinned in spokes
making siren noises with our mouths
rope-lashed weapons aboard
discovering creeks
woods
forbidden backyards and
never-before-known games with
barn side lumber and pop cans
double-dog daring inedible things
teasing girls
riding to secret clubhouse meetings and
the playground.

I wish the world
our playground
summers of innocence
bottomless wells of laughter
center of the universe
June to September
ages 8 to 18
bean bags and ringers
tether ball - hand and paddle
basketball and baseball and
box hockey
(where it was encouraged
to give children axe handles and
a softball
to beat through holes
in a 2 x 6 board
defending a goal
with their life and
busted knuckles).
We liked it that way.
We lived as legends.

I wish the world
a bike ride with friends
ending at the playground.
For there has never been a bad day
on a banana seat.

a day spent in shades of gray
of Havisham wedding cakes
and once untattered lace
of some eighteen-thousand yesterdays
of both ****** and present hair
and a never-again tie
"not unless you bury me in one"

And they love the naked woman,                  the mother of us all in the night,
Red w / Black the length of the ***,              the body of the poet &
the heat of the Dead Space,                     the face & feet;
had her snooch been pleasant to be next                      to,  
& among the year's list of the best dark
               places,
a young man to think of the green manure
are not taken away out of the American;
The death of Jesus is living gold,                        in the form
of the Brothers of our mind,        poetry is inflamed by you;
do not have the money, 1 find out w / the sun turned
the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death difficult it is going to be ******* skin to a great start
the blood of the sea,      her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this;
the hair, which is good, the kids out of the six;
And you are thinking about the way the name of the calling of God
are the dream and the wife, but the loss of the baby blue;
1 knew the things of the story be

after that the Sky Moon Girl's Life
is open to the general American gold drunk Igor heard anyway;
human hands ***** yellow English father,      w/ a bad cold writes that way,
Listen to me turned to Greek Draft 1000
& the three full-theory deep inside;
Medusa, leaving us w / the spirit of God,                but the Son of the stone
which he chose to think things were holy;
And the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures;
And widely used of the stars of Aquarius;
The nature of the gay kids, the book of the cities
to the Expo opening
In the department of brown rock,              one of the the best of whatsoever
he has put in paint deux let the cat his uncle Guy
1 joined the arms of writers, that 1 May is not running,
     standing
Good flow on grapes thrown lips to form tall,
the world talking
Secret invisible to their friends and mothers filled
w / wet & Sweet
French art as the guys when the dog window ****** field
of smoking
Russian music group brain is a lot of talk
w / a glass Voice blind yechy
Children's revolution of life presents
the best played badly wearing
a wall in a school dance stripper,
strippers asked material to return
to sing a little ***** fingers toes
watching James House turned to fall
Park Live cops sitting on the floor;
the origin of the Bedford friend,
a genius whose pictures of *******,
blond in the Sun leaves behind
some of the greatest unproven theories
Under the coastal tallying machine that is fallen,
Gus loving Mary wrote six buried w/in;
spectacle worthy of knees eye replay of science in
suede boots                              running for the Mail
from the radio to the dance floor of glass
& plastic flesh
to change completely into flames,
burning Bettie's corporate guns,
&              checking where it started to burn,           the tongues             every
                        dessert's kiss written in Paradise Rainbow sleep,
Pregnant, reading to a daughter, the monster w/ a messenger
was present for Bob to a stranger, a burst of the side
of the shimmering light in the Christian towns of drinks
at the bottom of thee to **** recollect
that 1 said the tooth is to be removed
by Einstein for the asking of the public
to break it as food in the place of the angle of the character;
of Lee's **** to return to footballs,  the waves of the account
is to understand the mind of a vacancy in the temple;
a voice of the glory of the women,               to see to the ship for its injuries
to the head & was just about to clothe him,                      having understood
the Wilderness Museum,                        & the crowd around the glory table,
prostitutes & the streets of the city,          hotter than mad at the Jews happy,
he saw the dying muscles in the movement
begun by arson
outstanding component of the older men
& others who have not long to leave,                      having a strand of naked
hair                               as opposed to a head held up to the bra made by that girl
is so much to say that the fall is dreaming
of the fate of the famous mountains of Asia;                                  And in that bar on the side of the medical because
of his skin at the queen mean
you now like an American;              Big Jesus alive
gold in the form of brotherhood American goddess
our minds to find the money
sun is an ancient city,
hell makes you **** the battery is too hard for ******* skin
to be great dearth in the blood of the sea
& every woman's ***** of her passage,
quoted from the poet of the word of her hair to the kids
& six are thinking about the way the name of the calling
of the Dream of a wife, and has destroyed
the entrance to the baby, & blue;
& knowing of the middle story is better to live in the sky
the moon
sons and daughters to open the American Igor,
when drunk w/in a country in his ***** yellow & gold
into the English now cold air from bad heart,             children born to write
to walk the big walk back in Greece;
Time will love women woman
naked eyes Girls Man Mother God Life
girls men night hours long red light black people
good thing *** body
poet; Dead Space hot face, feet & head going
snooch beautiful queen Earth, Green thought things
                  do young white dark place years left ****
Jesus, Art America's Big 501                             & they love to see a woman naked,                         the mother of us in the night,
the red w/ black the length of the ***,                             the body of the poet
the heat of the Dead Space,                                                     the face & feet
had been snooch is pleasant to be next year's
                                       list of dark places,
a young man to think of the green manure
    are not taken away out of the American;
The death of Jesus is living gold,                    in the form of the
Brothers of our mind,                        poetry, is inflamed by You;
do not have the money,                   1 find out w/ the sun, turned
to the old city, Heller makes that give **** in the battle,
death it is difficult ******* skin to a great start going to be
the blood of the sea,                    her ***** is said to be a part from his place,
into the hand of the poet of the Lord the words of this,
the hair, which is good,              the kids out of the six,
& you are thinking about the way the name
of the calling of God
are the dream, & the wife, but the loss of the baby,               blue,
1 knew the things of the story better
than the Sky moon girl's life                        is open to the general
American gold drunk,   Igor heard anyway;
human hands ***** yellow English father,    
                   w/ a bad cold writes that way,
listen To me turned to Greek & the three full drafts
of new M-Theory deep inside,                 leaving us Medusa w/ the spirit of God,                
                             but the Son of the stone
which he chose to think were holy things,
& the things of the small wild animal of the living creatures,
& widely used of the stars of Aquarius,
Gay the nature of the Kids, the book of the cities
to the Expo opening
in the Department of brown rock,     one of the the best
of whatsoever he hath put in paint,        deux let the cat his uncle Guy
joined the arms of 1; I, the writer,          that I may is not running,
           standing
on grapes' flowing bones thrown to the lips to form tall,            the world talking to their invisible friends & mother's Secret filled
                          w/ wet & sweet
French Art     as the guys when the dog window
****** field of smoking
Group Russian brain music is a lot of talk
w/ a Yechy glass Voice blind
children revolution of life presents play
                the beat badly wearing
a wall in a school dance stripper,        strippers asked material
to return to sing a little ***** fingers house
turned to fall James' toes watching live cops sitting
on the floor in the Park;                  an original Bedford friend, a genius'
picture of ******* on the blond                                     in the Sun leaves
behind some of the greatest proven Machines;
Orpheum is fallen,
Gus loves Mary,                                    six w/in wrote of the buried
spectacle worthy of knee eye play science for Male suede running
from the radio to the dance glass plastic flesh
to change completely in flames burning Bettie's
corporate guns checking started tongues w / e dessert,
kissed written paradise angels sleep pregnant reading
daughter a monster, a messenger was present for Bob
to a stranger, a burst of the side of the shimmering light
in the Christian towns of drinks in the bottom of the to ****
recollect that I said tooth to be moved by Einstein
for asking the public to break it as food in the place
of the angle of the character of Lee's **** to return the
football to the waves on the account of is to understand
the mind of a vacancy from the temple, a voice of the glory
of the women to see the rate, for injury to the head was just
about was clothed with him, having understood the wilderness,
Museum, The crowd of glory table, prostitutes
& street life of the city,
hot're mad at the Jews happy,             he saw the dying muscles
in the movement begun by arson men and outstanding
component of the older long leaves others
who have not had a strand of naked as opposed
to a head held up bra made that girl is so much
to say that the fall is dreaming of the fate of the famous mountains
of Asia, & in that bar on the side of the medical because of his skin
at the queen mean you now like an American;
Big Jesus alive gold in the form of brotherhood
our mind to poetry goddess money find the sun is an ancient city,
hell makes you **** the battery is too hard for ******* skin
to be great dearth in the blood of the sea, ***** & every woman
of her passages quoted from the poets
of the word of her hair to the kids
& six are thinking about the way the name of the calling
of the dream of a wife, & hath destroyed the door of the baby,
& blue, & knowing of the middle story
is better to live in the Sky
w/ the moon, sons, & daughters,
& to open the Igor when the drunk American
W/in a country is his ***** yellow-gold
into the English now cold
air from bad heart,         children born to write
to walk the big walk back
in Greece; Love Time will women woman
Girls Man eyes naked Mother God Life girls men
night hours red light black long people good
*** body thing poet; Hot Dead Space, face,
feet & snooch
beautiful head
going queen earth,                        years white dark places &
things do ye Young thoughts Green **** left Art in America;
a Big Jesus living Golden Beauty,
hetero-mind poetry of the goddess & money
finds the Sun in the ancient city         of hell;
**** War death hard ******* skin;
great start future ****** sea *****
called female room hand poets word
fire hair kids six thinking street                                         [noun]
call the Dream Wife real lost
door baby blue true knew Middle
making history better live in the Sky & Moon
Child girl open days even drunk Igor
heard American general told gold trace
human hands ***** father;
Time cold heaven English yellow bad side;
Children write walking person heart kind
born turned coming Greek Walk high three
full drink inside working;  leaving Medusa's
spirit the truth of stone feeling the holy son
wanted small wild widely; Barbie's star gay
nature Kid Ugly Brown
book states hole rock;
Best painted year lady, cat guy
arms writing & running,
standing pink mouth is going lips
form deep century
speaks invisible friends mother's Secret filled & wet
but sweet French keep
guys where read dog window;
in the ****** field smoking Ivan Society
Russian brain music perfect lot talk yech;
Mirror Voice of blind boys revolution heat modern evil soul
wearing dancing land story wall
beneath stripper school Christ strippers
asked matter ringers House
***** poem robot reality sister eating sand was then married to Kiss
for free, legs are devoid lord club waiting smell garden pretty brought Angels Alchemy language rich daughter air, died Silver mom tree
birth unknown walls Magic Science wind power Dreams hear Latin gods **** fall Sacred sitting toes turning watching live cops in New Bedford
Park origin painting floor of ******* blond friend genius machine Prophet fell top leaves sure cool loved Mary *** win wrote buried sight meet knees eye play knowledge; pat the radio & dance center the glass & plastic & change Bettie's hairy flesh into flames;
burning corporate guns holding startled tongues out
[table kissing written in paradise angel sleeping
pregnant reading daughters Monster News stood
Bob the stranger hold broken south skinny lights
of Christian towns drinking seconds to the bottom]     **** remembering
the talking teeth simply moved Einstein's witch;
Chinese food Lee's **** rather in the computer
corner publicly ***** on the ground & naturally returning,
waves a gun understanding empty temple's sound
w/ **** feeling ladies a gypsy course clothes;
calling desert takes the planet felt Eve come alive
wrong a teenage muses ode watches speaking
bringing smoke & **** to start meaning stupid enough
& hidden in the abstract winds cutting clearly through her ghost;
where her stockings met crazy Satan street walking & lived to lay Jack;
**** caught in thin shadows ever knowing early on what a sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties; unseen dawn single thanks, straight
turns stands glory leading picture **** ****** on the street of *****,
warm, mad, Jewish & happy looked dying in the sheath & moving,
began lighting torches for all mankind; half singular & older wide leaves are strange; hey, literally bare beach opposite roll held bra happened mistress as much as telling her torn underwear is dreaming weird; yeah, the bright hills are Asian, ordering point bar party drugs because the skin Queens of Midnight the longer you love them; Time will women woman Girls & the Man eyes naked Mother God Life girls; men night hours red light black & long people good *** body; thing poet Hot Dead Space face & feet;
snooch beautiful head going beneath queen earth years white dark places things do u Young thought; Green **** left Art America Big Jesus living; Golden Beauty hereto mind poetry goddess money find Sun ancient city
hell **** War death hard ******* skin great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets word fire hair kids six thinking street noun call Dream wife real lost door baby blue true;
knew Middle making history better live Sky Moon Child,
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Best paint year lady cat guy arms writing running standing pink mouth
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field smoking Ivan Society Russian brain music perfect lot talk; yech! mirrored Voice blind boys revolution heat modern evil soul wearing
dancing land story wall beneath stripper school Christ strippers
asked matter ringers which House the ***** poem;
robot reality sister eating sand was when she married;
Kiss free legs are devoid of the lord, the club waiting to smell her garden's pretty store brought Angels of Alchemy's language; her rich daughter air died Silver mom tree birth unknown walls;
Magic Science wind power Dreams,
hear Latin gods **** fall Sacred sitting toes
turning watching live cops in New Bedford Park
originally painting the floor of her ******* w/ her blond friend,
the genius machine Prophet fell on top & leaves, sure he was cool; he loved Mary, *** w/in & wrote of the buried sight of meet her knees w/ his eye playing knowledge & patting the radio's dancing center of glass & plastic changing Bettie's hairy fleshy flames burning corporate guns;
holding started tongue w/out table kissing written in paradise by an angel sleeping w/ a pregnant reading daughters;
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thin shadows ever knowing early on sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties unseen at dawn a single thanks straight turns stands glory
leading the picture of **** & ****** on the streets of *****, warm, mad, Jewish & happy looked dying sheath moving began torches mankind half singular older wide leaves strange; hey, literally
bare on the beach, the opposite roll held her bra & happened to be his mistress as much as telling her what to wear dreaming weirdly, yeah,
bright hills of an Asian ordering                         point bar party drugs
because the skin Queens Midnight;
the longer you Love Time will women want a woman; & Girls will want a Man, his eyes naked on Mother God;    Life girls men night hours red light black long people good *** body thing poet; Hot Dead Space face feet snooch beautiful head going queen
earth years white dark place things
do Young thought Green
**** left Art America Big Jesus;                   living Golden Beauty
hereto mind poetry goddess money find
Sun ancient city hell **** War death hard ******* skin;
great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets
word fire hair kids six thinking Street noun calling for the Dream
wife to become real at the lost door of baby blue truth;
she knew the Middle [making history better] live Sky Moon child girls
open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold tracing human hands ***** father; Time's cold heavenly English yellow bedside,
Children's writing walking person heart kind born turned coming
Greek Walk high three full drink inside work leaving Medusa's spirit
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pink mouth is going lips form deep century speaks to her invisible
friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French guys keep;
                                                         where reading dog window
****** field Smoking Ivan Society's Russian brain music;        perfect
lot talk; Mirror Voice of the Blind Boys revolution Heat modern evil
soul wearing dancing land story wall beneath stripper school of Christ
strippers asking about matters & ringers;
House ***** poem robot
reality sister eating sand
                       was then married to Kiss freely the legs are devoid;
lord Club waiting smell garden pretty brought Rainbow Alchemy
language rich daughter air died;
Silver mom tree birth unknown
walls of Magic Science wind powered dreams hearing Latin gods sexily falling of their Sacred sitting toes, turning & watching the live cops
in Bedford Park original painting of the floor of *******,
her blond friend's genius machine; a Prophet fell atop leaves for sure,
coolly loving Mary's six w/in wrote & buried the sight of the meet;
her knees & eye play at knowledge bat the Radio dance center plastic glass change Bettie hairy fleshy flames burning her heart;
corporate guns holding the startled tongue w/out table kissing
written Paradise angel sleep,             Pregnant & reading to the daughters of the monster;
the news struck Bob stranger than holding
the broken south's skinny legs in light tights;            lights of Christian towns drinking second bottom killing & remembering the talking teeth simply moving Einstein's Witch is Chinese;
her favorite food Lee's **** rather            than the computer corner's public
****** ground natural return waves a gun understand;
empty temple resound w/ the sound of **** feeling
ladies, a gypsy course clothes calling desert
takes the planet felt eve alive wrong   a teenage muses ode watch speaking bring smoke ****** start;
meaning stupid enough hidden abstract winds cut clearly through ghosts; ****** in stockings met crazy adversary;
walked lived lay jack **** caught in thin shadows ever knowing
early sweaty beat lover goddesses ****** penalties unseen dawn;
a single Thanks straight turns standing glory
leading picture **** ****** street *****;
warm mad Jewish & happy hair looking dyed, sheath moving;
so began torches of mankind half plural older wide leaves strange,
hey, literally bare on the beach opposite the roll of Bras happening
to his mistress held as much as for telling;
And they love the night, there is no doubt of the woman,
the mother of
the Red & Black poets from the body
the length of the ***,
Dead Space by heat, face & feet;
snooch was pleasant, so the next year,
a list of the dark places;
The young think green manure
You can count on the American;
Death of Jesus & living for gold in the form of
Of our minds inflamed w/ the anger of poetry;
they have no money & to find out what is w/in the sun changes
Titus after taking a nursing battle
hard leather of the future land developers of ****
is said to be a part of the sea becoming blood thereof,
by the ***** & in its proper place,
The words of the poet's hands;
Good Hair kids learn about ***
And you think of the way of the name calling,
The woman lost the baby blue dream;
I know that the story is better than the Sky's specific book of Love
Life open to the general American gold, drunk Igor heard anywhere,
English of human hands ***** yellow w/out a bad cold,  & he writes:
Listen to me, & turned to the draft & three full deep inside Fig Greek
1000; Medusa, giving us the spirit of God & His Son of stone
all the things that he wanted the Saints to be,
And out of small things come wild beasts,
& of the beasts; The Aquarius recently used by the stars;
The nature of the gay kids, the book takes them out of the opening
in the Budget; This Rock,                               one of the best brown
In the cat's painting deux,                           w/ his uncle Guy
at 1 a.m. I am in the arms of May it be said that He is not running,
standing, he Came Over to the outside edges to form a good flow of grapes, the world talking
For mothers invisible filled w/ his Secret sweet & wet
The Gauls, the guys are like a dog with a window,
smoking is a ****** in the field,
Russian Music Conference has a very large brainy talk w/ the Voice
of blind glass;           yechy
From the best male wearing tales of revolution
I play from the stripper down the wall of the choir,
he asked to return to the matter of strippers
singing his fingers & toes watching that little *****
at James' House turn to fall
in the Park before the cops sitting on the floor;
Bed genius friend origin
is proved by the moon the appearance
of a picture is above all,                                       bringing back the *******,
Orpheus' machine collapsed,
Gus of necessity of male *** wrote,                     buried w/in
This followed running the show to meet knee eye play ill;
a ray of light in the dance,
the mirror of the plastic of the flesh,
change at all in the flames of the burning
Bettie's corporate guns, I abhor myself,
I began to tongue the [                ] out from the second
it was in the table, I kissed her, their writings are the paradise of Oh,
go to sleep on vulputate fermentum; now the reading
of the daughter of a monster,
a message was on the spot to Bob,
not his own,                                a burst of the side of the shimmering light
in the Christian towns, whosoever drinketh
of the bottom of the Nico, you remember
that it is said to be a tooth to be moved by
Einstein in quest of a public who knows the father of food
in place of the angle of the nature
of football ****, to turn the football the waves
of the reason he understands the mind empty
out of the temple of the majesty of the women
said to the ship, of the injury on the head of Eve;
of thee was clothed w/ him, having understood
the wilderness, the Museum, among the multitude
of the glory of the table of the harlots,                          they give gifts to:
& is to fall into an infinite number of a stomacher,
and held it until so much so that that the head
of the cupid Major mountains of Asia,    highlighted by the fate of more
& on that side of the bar for medical skin,
American Queen, it is now up to you like;
Is there anyone alive in the form of gold's big brothers.
The Latin of the ancient money of the goddess
                                           estranged to the sun,
             Hell fights hard to **** the skin's ****;
a great future in a sea of ​​blood,                                          woman's *****
to the words of the head of his kids
& to his wish, poet of the common;
*** is a way of thinking about the name of the calling dream
& his wife & the baby is lifted up to the door,             & blue
& it is better to live in the sky,        the moon,
when she knew that from the midst
of the history, sons and daughters,
& if they drink in the American,
Igor had to open the country's ***** yellow & gold in England,
some cold air from a bad heart,
children born to write to walk the big walk back to Greece;
Woman born to women with naked eyes,
the mother of a man and a donkey season
is the best poet of the night light body w/ a dark red
Dead Space hot face of a beautiful lady's feet
head is going snooch
If a child is not a dark green color tumultuous years
has left a place where *******;                                           The great art of Jesus ...
wear dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian
ordering points to the bar party
drugged because the skin of Queens at Midnight
                                                     is longing for u;
Love &                 Time will women;        woman, Girls in the Man's eyes
upon naked
Mother God's Life&     girls & men at night during the hours
                                                                ­         of the red light;
black long people good *** body thing poet,
Hot Dead Space face feet snooch beautiful head
                 going queen earth years white dark place things do;
Young thoughts of Green **** left Art in America to Big Jesus,
living Golden Beauty hereto mind poetry goddess money find Sun
ancient city hell **** War death hard ******* skin great start future blood sea ***** called female room hand poets' words of fire & the hair of the kids
of six; thinking Street nouns & calling the Dream wife,
real lost door baby blue true knew Middle,              making history better
live Sky Moon Child girls open days drunk Igor heard American general told gold trace human hands ***** father Time cold heaven
English yellow bad side Children's write walking person heart kind born turned coming Greek Walk high three full drink inside work
leaving Medusa spirit truth stone feel holy son wanted small wild nature
of the Barbie is widely gay star Kid rock Hornet brown book states hole;
Best paint ta-ta; Yearly dyed cat guy arms writing & running,
standing w/ pink mouth is going lips form deep century speaks
invisible friends mother's Secret filled wet but sweet French;
keeping guys where reading dogs are windy ****** fields
Smoking Ivan Society Russian brain music perfect a lot of talk,
[yech]                                Mirror Voice Blind Boys
revolution heat modern evil soul
wearing dancing land story of the wall
beneath stripper school Christ;
strippers asking for matter ringers House ***** poem robot reality sister eating sand was then married Kiss free legs are devoid
of the Lord's Club waiting to smell the garden's pretty bought
Rainbow Alchemy language
rich daughter air died,                            Silver mom tree birth
unknown walls of Magic Science wind power dreams it hears Latin gods **** falling Sacred
& sitting w/ her toes turning watching live TV cops in New Bedford Park; original painting floor of *******,                  blond friend genius machine;
Prophet fell atop a pile of leaves sure cool loved Mary;
six wi/n wrote buried sight meet knees Radio play dance center
plastic eyeglasses; knowledge but the change Bettie's hairy flesh
into flames, Burning hearts corporation guns
holding startled tongues
w/out table kissing written;
Garden angel sleeping
Pregnant reading daughters
monster news stood,         Bob,    stranger holding the broken south's skinny
legs in tights lights Christian towns drinking second bottom **** remember talking
teeth simply move by Einstein's witch Chinese food;
Le **** like father's on the computer corner publicly
***** on the ground; the natural return of waves to a gun,
understanding the empty temple sounds w/ butts feeling
ladies on a gypsy course for clothes calling to the desert
takes the planet & felt up Eve alive; wrong,    a teenage
muses upon odes to watching her speaking & bringing smoke
forth from her ****** to start meaning stupid enough,  hidden
on the abstract winds cutting clearly through ghosts wearing stockings,
met the crazy adversary walking living laying Jack's **** caught
thinking shadows forever knowing early on how sweaty the  
beat lover goddesses ****** penalties are unseen at dawn       & single;
Thanks to straight turns stand glory
leading picture **** in ****** on the streets of *****;
warm, mad, Jewish & happy he looked like he was dying,
sheath moving began torches of mankind
half plural older wide, hey,                                literally leaves strange,
be bare, ah, roll;
Push the opposite happened Mistress held as much as telling wear
dreaming weird yeah bright Hills Asian order point bar party drugs
because the skin Queen; They love a female is my naked mother gives
us all a night-light red with black long the donkey's body that the poet's
Heat Dead Space face feet, snooch pleasantly will be the years of white opaque youth he was thinking the green manure left behind are Americans
Big Jesus Alive gold in the form Brotherhood of our mind,
poetry is the deity of no money, 1 find out the sun,
an ancient city,
Heller makes you **** it in war,
death it is difficult ******* skin
w/ a great start going to be the blood
of the sea ***** is said to be a piece
of the place by the hand of the poet
of the word of these golden locks w/ a good kids' of the six
of you are thinking the way of the name calling
of the Dream of the wife, the truth of the loss at the door
of the baby, the blue,     1 knew in the midst of them
to make the story better; Sky Moon girl's life is open
to the general American gold drunken Igor heard
a trace
of human hands
***** yellow English father a cold and a bad side,
write that children born after walking to a Heart
turned to Greek & walking three full high drafts
of M-Theory & w/in the hive, leaving us an Medusa,
the spirit of the son, however, a stone is chosen
to think that holy things of the small wild animals
of the late stars of Aquarius, Gay by nature
the Kids Book of the cities of the Expo opening
on a brown rock, one of the best in laid paintings
is the cat's; the guy, the weapons at 1 a.m. writing
to is running, standing on her rosy mouth,                              should her
die-cast lips to form the deep, the world speaking
of the invisible things of them that are friends
of the mother, Secretly filled w/ thing wet & sweet;
as the French guys when we read the dog in the window
looking upon the ****** field of the smoking Group of Russian
brains;     musicians done up in a lot of talk,     the ***** mirror
the Voice of the Blind Children's
revolution badly beaten by modern life & wearing the story
of the wall built under the stripper's dancing school,
strippers asking for material bell-ringers of the House's *****
song of ***; modestly falling,    James' toes turned to watch
the live cops sitting on the floor of New Bedford Park's
original painting of machines & the genius of the
******* of her blonde friend From ORPHEUM
fell the highest leaves, certain cold loves of Mary's
six w/in wrote the buried spectacle worthy
of the knee's eye playing science for male
suede running on the radio the dance glass
plastic flesh changes completely into flames burning
Bettie's corporate guns & checking what started tongues
w/ the dessert; kissed written in paradise where the angel
is sleeping pregnant from reading her daughter's monster
                                                     of a message
                    that stood
                                  beside Bob's extraneous broken side
of flickering lights of the Christian towns,
drinks bottoms up killing to remember the talking teeth moved
by Einstein, a witch, the public will being violated
by Chinese food of the place of the angle of the nature
of Lee's **** to turn the computer waves of a gun is more
to understand the mind of the empty part of the temple
of the sound of a gypsy ladies sees the course          of an injury to the head,
the eve of his raiment became aware of the wilderness of the Earth
receiving the Sage in the Museum's song that will stand
where the smoky **** is committed
to that stupid lies removed favorite;             cut the Holy Lamb
in two nailed to meet the crazy cast walked
lived Marcus Aurelius maintaining **** & caught a faint shadow of the love goddess Venus known by the morning sweat beading off the penalties that seem light in the activity turned to attending the glory of the bored crew of prostitutes;                         the street of the city hot art mad to Jews happy,
                                         he saw the dying man's sheath having to be moved
had begun,
& the burning of men,       an outstanding component
of the older long leaves of others,                         have not had a the shore
of a naked man being opposed from his head,
         took hold of the bra has happened to the girl's as much
as saying that the fall of the dreaming is of the fate of the Hail,
as     is   that which   is foremost among the mountains of Asia,
        |                             such as a point bar
part of medicine because w/ its skin goes to the queen
of the middle
of the now, do you love our American
Big Jesus alive gold in the form renewal
of our brotherhood of mind's poetry goddess of money
finding the Sun in the ancient city of hell; gobs of battle,
                       of hard ******* skin's great
future of blood, sea & ***** & a woman             is a place out of the poet's
words locked in w/ kids,      six thinking about the way
                                                   of the name of the call
of the Dream's wife, but lost door baby blue,
                            knew Intermediate History
is better to live in the Sky;                                 Moon boys & girls open to
Igor hearing the drunk American General
getting told to lay the gold down                              upon his father's tomb,                          
                   hands ***** yellow in
English time in the cold air & bad heart,             walking w/   the children
                                to write & to walk,                born big turn in Greece
                       will come hither Midnight longing for u

The year stood at its equinox
  And bluff the North was blowing,
A bleat of lambs came from the flocks,
  Green hardy things were growing;
I met a maid with shining locks
  Where milky kine were lowing.

She wore a kerchief on her neck,
  Her bare arm showed its dimple,
Her apron spread without a speck,
  Her air was frank and simple.

She milked into a wooden pail
  And sang a country ditty,
An innocent fond lovers' tale,
  That was not wise nor witty,
Pathetically rustical,
  Too pointless for the city.

She kept in time without a beat
  As true as church-bell ringers,
Unless she tapped time with her feet,
  Or squeezed it with her fingers;
Her clear unstudied notes were sweet
  As many a practised singer's.

I stood a minute out of sight,
  Stood silent for a minute
To eye the pail, and creamy white
  The frothing milk within it;

To eye the comely milking maid
  Herself so fresh and creamy:
"Good day to you," at last I said;
  She turned her head to see me:
"Good day," she said, with lifted head;
  Her eyes looked soft and dreamy,

And all the while she milked and milked
  The grave cow heavy-laden:
I've seen grand ladies plumed and silked,
  But not a sweeter maiden;

But not a sweeter, fresher maid
  Than this in homely cotton,
Whose pleasant face and silky braid
  I have not yet forgotten.

Seven springs have passed since then, as I
  Count with a sober sorrow;
Seven springs have come and passed me by,
  And spring sets in to-morrow.

I've half a mind to shake myself
  Free just for once from London,
To set my work upon the shelf
  And leave it done or undone;

To run down by the early train,
  Whirl down with shriek and whistle,
And feel the bluff North blow again,
  And mark the sprouting thistle
Set up on waste patch of the lane
  Its green and tender bristle,

And spy the scarce-blown violet banks,
  Crisp primrose leaves and others,
And watch the lambs leap at their pranks
  And **** their patient mothers.

Alas, one point in all my plan
  My serious thoughts demur to:
Seven years have passed for maid and man,
  Seven years have passed for her too;

Perhaps my rose is overblown,
  Not rosy or too rosy;
Perhaps in farm-house of her own
  Some husband keeps her cosey,
Where I should show a face unknown.
  Good by, my wayside posy.

The boy & the girl in the beautiful home of that ***** the stripper;
her sister studying music at school to get money
from the senses of             the prophetic elderly gentlemen standing
in line waiting to kiss her cheerleading to ruin the Christmas cruise
for the **** club strippers' Dreams of the original arena;
          machines receiving the cold eye of a rich rainbow
waiting for the genius of the smell of Icarus,   the sickness activity in the daughter's drawers powerfully drawn to the earth;    a picture of Christ in
                                                   his own language,
the birth of a letter,                           beginning with, as it were on the wall;
& the cops also loved the alchemy,   turning the robot on by sticking a Magic Marker in mom's scientific snooch of sand-grains that is Einstein's Favorite;
                         Up the breath while steam rises from the depths of Bettie;
Written with the **** of his star of the choir; 1 remember holding enough WINDS      of the daughters of:     The Ladies in the act of understanding which is born of the town of the Corporation's crazy                            |    |
Web flames; Empty Garden sexually kiss him, he watching the ****
buried in the Temple of the invisible monster playing with guns;
Only move the teeth from the center of the corner stood leather Mom.
Ode in the public streets; A reading from the bright lights of the plastic ground beef, Frenchman Paul to strike him on the            |         |        |      |
Appointing members until it receives the correct image of the burning of the Holy Christian bride; For the love ye bring the computer hidden in the morning,    Thank you because you felt the truth from its center;
Jack's shadow feeling disappointed w/ language used in the room
          & on his mantle he played w/ his cigar
          referring only to the Dawn Witch &
The course of the sheath thereof,  he living the life of the calling
     |            Street's thinly speaking in the  
plural;                    |                          |
pay­ing the penalties on her knees caught & led the return of Jews
on the eve of new brands & hot divas making      bigger moves in prison
as much as the knowledge of it is cut into the skin of a teenage ladyboy,
Silly twisting letter may eventually supply the madman w/ a  sports bra
World Wide ***** rolls from the other side where he held the skin of the dying half of the...; Hey.   He dismisses his naked body from the beach, of course, the mountains;    the barriers of the past to the Queen of the Night,
shining light of Asia,      of strange                          pigments you dream so
     that you stop searching,  because the entirety of
thee is to buy of him the spirit of life in thy spouse |                |        injury wearing the snow-clad on the one side the wall;
the top made w/ the fat of the bat,  and in brass,
                                            their hot toes
were taken to the torture chamber within;                Bobbie to the unknown
where the Devil is in the child's Playground
& the golden   letter is to the graceful flute;       Live Sounds like, she says drinking her friend's tea just to meet up
& falls asleep;
                         Gonna be a fool,      as the angel watching it walked past in socks
of the radio's broken glass on the table |             |        without remembering
Smoking Bettie's favorite food changing position to understand her
                                                          ****, ­           & down;
For one thing talking weapons buried forever
just to play football holding the pen at the right angle of light
to tell when the garden of physical fear &                    pain is in the Glory Hole & will know Maecenas     & keep the leather football stands
shaking the leaves of the country for someone
              who is an individual sport in addition
   to the hairy center of the sight of the flames,            prostitutes reading in the garden of the second light that is available by calling the new hot sweat,
&                        l       leaving the Beforetimes becomes of a kind of a judge getting her to remove all her clothing;           the fate of the tongue has been captured
&     was nearly time to leave it not under the A,      where, however,
it is not to return to the word of the image, the star,      turning round
to see the teenager's divination;         or because it is the book of the goddess
to die in favor of it, asking to speak,                      of the blessed leading part;
in the course of her naked beauty,          1 took hold of the middle band
of the night watch of the night of the one side of the city of knowledge,
and cut off from the side the pain of Asia,
feeding the drug habit of the Queen,   |  |          opposite your peace of mind,
1 will=1 will show it to you in the Medicine Chest's Mirror; |            |   her chest measuring 30",        & God is a Spirit on the beach where he dreamed
a dream,     & there was neither made nor when,        when we have already
set the bar so high ...                                                     he has been approved        |         &         | | | you say they will **** us that love us; surely,
you are mad; raging waves,                                                    & the daughter
  bearing in mind the company of the mistresses
of his friends,                                                     to treat them w/ the weapon
of light from the garden's right hand
in the Desert;             there he became aware of them
as they moved;       miracles performed by the laying
on of the hands of St. Thomas having been withdrawn
               from the fire of the glory of the ascertained
sentiments;        the monster w/ the body of the Earth
&  the hairy crowns of them that walk on in the sand;
Already? A stranger from the sand of the watch,
               at his side his wife because he was righteous;
     In the midst of her **** was the respect for persons;
                In the law of the sight of a man standing
in the doorway when we are changing, our being
in warm weather the Harlots are given rewards for the
                                few seconds it takes to give off heat;
                                          which is their own unique brand of light;
                           that is, the sultry example, hot, & that
the caller would not say;     |         so that a new 1 starts
where people rebuild the old women           |
Please,  speaking to his clothes,              he lived on the
Avenue captured,     |   insufficient Southern bright love
mountain town solves the World's Children of their debtors benefit
from the gesture Dragon Soul Temple-producing guns like Gloria
knew of the women's kiss | Women naked women's faces, friends, poets and the *****'s mother died; the daylight is a donkey dung and young Americans from the left side of a major party of snooch lukewarm & innovative in Green Tights the queen of the college finds a poetic beauty, in the golden age of life, she is polluted by old money &  working hard in Hell; the powerful stars w/in stars thought the poet's death w/ ****** ***** six big [                     ] answers by saying that it is in the skin,
the heavenly will, however, along with Greek all into the state of nature,
but in all truth causes the wildcat of the three stars of the yellow color
of a scarlet color of the color of the walls variously unworthy of the son
of Medusa; they feel the fear of the mouth hole in this little work;     Pre-K mother being gay, which is going to open his mouth and the Barbie [Yech] leaving my sweet ******, the French Association for Friendship running
into the depths of the Russian's brains into another's writing;  
& in the Book of John,         it's raining girls dancing on fire
in the perfect open window to the best version filled w/ a false tongue;
the most detestable secret for a revolution on behalf of the guy's feet &
he fought off wild dogs to play w/ the men who are of the modern age, O
                             Lord, a voice came from the other side of the mirror
                                      of the hexameter that he should eat out the sea,
                                    wherein all things are & may be seen as the 500  
                                    gifts of all that are & it would not be the nations
who are on the ground     from the power of the daughter of the breech;
he wrote the images and it is in your lap,         she bore them,
& the cops began to love us; Wall Street alchemy, the sitting duck;                            During the knowledge of mom's back
   on the beloved robot is to a tree grains of sand
                       that are heard,                  no more,
Mary Einstein's is what is bad in the sacred overreaching culture covered
w/ fat;      every hair on her head numbered     & heating the walls w/ the air,        
                                                 ringers,                         Park is the enemy
in great pain & 1 could see the words,  
& so turn to win the child unknown,
occurs in a living bobble head to meet the Muses,      1 peg and the voice of socks, can not be so stupid,                                   they live peacefully at that,
but they walk not,              have not changed a lot in the mirror of the tablet
was placed in the vapor of smoke:                    1 remembered it to the angel
of light in which the act of understanding
                          of the grace of the motion of the spirit & the rest of the fire,
& broken in two the Top Bettie;           which you may fear going on until it becomes the monster w/ some sweetness intact;       1 saw a man who knew honor's skirt Kissing her skincare agents similar to the part of the street
                  covered w/ leaves;
                  Maecenas' soccer mom's makeup applied poorly;
                                 [Numbers intact,   the flaming shadow],
       which is so rare it takes flames to illuminate the poetry
in the garden,                                 so much so, that is to say,  
after hot pants went the way of the world,  more than most birth fates
on the move,               they should win w/ a tail the destruction of the one language      in the morning, wearing leather leaves to in public,   Marcus playing soccer,    watching as the back of the flames beat the stands &
he looks at the garden torches            & secretly reads off the numbers
of Shadows taking center  & living in a lighted *******'s house paid according to how much they call a hot time for the show from the old
to the sweaty tongued guest on her lap & unstable,            caught behind the second movement under-brained [NCAA:  
White dragon skin returns home without the teenager wearing the goddess' tiara], strictly speaking,                              a yellow star in the late speaking
Barbie has a watch that keeps the spirit & the number of Infinity
thirty below- - she slips on her Uggs        & engages weirdly w/ the letter,
which to say pushing to her knees;                     of the changes to the skin;
of the *****,            about his wife,                   |                 thin, ugly witch,
a teenager's greater nakedness;    | Rolling witch
the course of the stars,  leaving us the goddesses
we have named for his wife Eve but the intervention
of death,    a lady to be happy in that contrary | |
The Holy Spirit moving              a step apart
In dance,  falling on the public temple drought lover
Southern girls kissing a skinny plastic man;
That is natural to God,                  thank you,
                        Invisible to me in my garden,
              incorporating flames
       when they had known        |       |           the mind of the glory
of                    Jack sleeping in the open,          reading the seal &
revealing the vision,                          in the shadow of the woman
her maturity delayed;                        The stranger in the street &
watching;            |                      The girls of light harlots,
                                                  are as strong as the others;
             But they can be destroyed by fire
on other sweaty external nights,
          2 Jews said they weighed
                                   much more
              Then the motion taken down;
talking to a teenager or a divine;
                   According to the man instructed
          in   only in the garment of his skin;
The boy returning to the fate of the skin
Starting to use the *****;   given to him
                                      long & thin;
Then he turns to leave,   The Witch
****               heating the test; parts
           Put to death in the mountains;
Felix, in the powders of the cut back
by the half-naked,               |     is to go to the games;
All wings of the new city
                            that will bear the child's name Eve;
yeah, while holding hostage
                   the three Queens;
waste of Asia,  where the beach is not the first time or place
                                                           accused are the objects;
the demonstration coming           down         out of the cloud,                    
so that what is
                   One is the extreme              but Jerusalem,                                       shall
We begin dreaming
to the Queen of the mountains of Bela the bare-assed
naked; birthday-suited, propagandized and enlightened
by the knowledge of the middle band of the shore
         but the mad one of Asia is bound toward *****
to receive this; there is no spirit at the feet of the kind
      of medicine that is cover for the prey,                     to you and 1
have 1 & 1 will start dreaming about you, | |                     his wife

Long time ago, I thought about staying in
An era lost,
Dead and gone,
Despite all the saving and baptisms.

They offered me the chance to lead them, to teach them,
to… to be king.
But my place was here.
So I drank some juice,
Said some words and here I am.

Didn’t seem like it was over though.
I was hitchhiking down a long and lonesome road.
Suddenly,
The skies filled with brimstone and irony,
The ground grew silent and still,
Clocks ticking wound satirically,
The sea drained into nothingness
like some gaping mouth was drinking it,
Dead gods awoke,
and there shined a shiny demon,
In the middle of the road.

He said to me,
“Welcome Moon-and-Star,
Come to me through fire and war.
Come, Legion,
Come and look upon the heart.
Lay down your weapons
And pick up your pen,
It is not too late for my mercy.

Now write the best poem in the world,
or I'll swallow your soul...”

Well, my many faces,
We looked at each other,
And we all said,

Okay.

And we wrote the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be
The best poem in the world,
It was the best poem in the world.

It went a little like this:

In the beginning, there was one source of light.
It would die and come back every night,
As a woman showing off her thighs
Just a little bit at a time.

In the beginning,
everyone bowed their heads towards the light.
They would dance and eat their friends alive.
We were not happy then,
these were simpler times.

Now we are played,
we’re the moth we’re the flame.
We were aware of the danger,
we could not look away;
my eyes are open.

I forget though
that people are not good to each other,
One on one.
Marx be ******,
The sin is not the totality of certain systems.
Theology be ******,
The sin is not the killing of a god.
People are just not good to each other.

We are afraid
and
We think that hatred means strength.

And so what we need is less brilliance,
what we need is less instruction,
what we need are less poets,
what we need is more beer,
a typist,
more finches.

And now I’m hoping for a poem
That will come to me when I’m asleep.
Because I can’t lie
And so I can’t write.

Our eyes pierce you, demon,
And it occurred to me that we have spent
our whole life
Starting over.

Caught pining for the things that we could’ve been:
We could have been gold diggers
we could have been gunslingers
we could have been a little bigger
we could have been our own ringers
we could have been good writers
we could have been good writers
we could have been good writers

But what we are,
is the silence.
Share with me all your pain.

I won't
Share your love.
I need all your love
Or it’s all for not.

Look what I have found, look what I have found!

Look what I have found, look what I have found!
An artificial light, we come and gather around.
This is why we have lovers and why we have fighters.

This is why the arms race and particle colliders.
Mine is a humble flame, just a little white lighter
And it belongs to me.

And yet
There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movements
Of the hands of a clock.
There are people so tired,
So strafed,
So mutilated by love or
No love,
That buying a bargain can of tuna
In a supermarket
Is their greatest victory.

So save me, I can't be saved,
I won't be saved.
I'm a citizen's son,
I don't need no soul.
All the soldiers say,
"It'll be alright,
We may make it through the war
If we make it through the night."
All the people, they say,
"What a lovely day, yeah, we won the war.
May have lost a million men, but we've got a million more."
All the people, they think
That no recall or intervention can work in this place,
That There is no escape.

Look into my eyes and it's easy to see
one and one makes two, two and one makes three,
it was destiny.
Once every hundred thousand years or so
when the sun doth shine
and the moon doth glow and the grass doth grow.

We dance in the thunder
Of collapsing walls and twisting cages.
The great black bellowing,
“I'm a god.
How can you **** a god?
What a grand and intoxicating innocence.
I'm a god.
How can you **** a god?
Shame on you, sweet Legion.”

We screech into the obsidian sheets
that blanket the way-out,
“When the giants of heaven forsake the earth
I shall destroy you for all that you’re worth.
With the bolt of Zeus and our golden throats
I will destroy you and send you afloat.
Whether you pillage the earth or sea
I will destroy you this I guarantee!”

Needless to say,
The beast was stunned.
Whip-crack went his whippy tail,
And the beast was done.
He asked us,
Be you angels?
And we said nay,

We are but men,

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal voice went snicker-snack!
we left Hymn dead, and with His read-head
we went hiking on ahead.

And the peculiar thing is this, my friends:
The poem we wrote on that fateful night,
It didn't actually read anything like this poem!

And the past followed me anyway.
so sure, I could’ve stayed there,
Could’ve been king.
But in my own way,
I am king.

I miss you like maps miss fingers,
Like mikes miss singers,
Like hells bells miss ringers,
Like bringers miss takers,
Like ******* miss fakers,
Like cakes miss bakers,
Like lakes miss boats,
Like bad swimmers miss floats,
Like politicians miss votes,
Like doting parents miss school plays,
Like nymphomaniacs miss lays,
Like hypochondriacs miss prescriptions,
Like ****** misses addictions,
Like carpets miss friction,
Like Billy Bunter misses midnight feasts,
Like the grim reaper misses grief,
Like Henry misses the good fellas,
Like sand sculptures miss umbrellas,
Like Rubix cube devotees miss puzzles,
Like rabid dogs miss muzzles,
Like Van Gough missed his brushes,
Like speed freaks miss rushes,
Like pens miss paper,
Like the Mona Lisa missed Pater,
Like the canvas misses the creator,
Like  the thirsty miss water,
Like the hungry miss food,
Like ***** miss the lewd,
Like the mind misses mood,
Like the tides miss the moon,
Like the sane miss the loons,
Like the dark misses the light,
Like the brave miss the fright,
Like the kite misses the wind.
I miss everything.

Well the nickel beer and
Lemonade has
Already been served

And there is nothing else
That I can recognize
That claims that I am made of
Meat and bone and tissues

Who says I am man?
Who believes that I am
Not God and God alike?
And so than the hypocrites of mind
And man alike will shiver in their
Souls because the realization of their
Clear headed souls will show them
Four years of lost time and tight fitted black pants

The aim
Is beautiful

For it is full
And
FILLED WITH PURPOSE

The real beasts press
Against journalism
All trying to spread their
Highly detailed journalism with
The broken whiskey bottles of their era

In chemistry
Their is magic
And magic is merely
Man on man conflict
Where journalism presses their ink
Onto page
To produce a mere inch
Of their madness and chaos

Let lashing be the whip
Of Joyce's poetry
There once was wisdom
And Dionysus and arguments and nothing
That could spread because reality is neither
Nothing and nothing else because play
Has nothing to do with time

Because the disease of a character manning a mast
Of a man never existed
Plagues the soul of the creator
We are the agents of narcotics and of steel details
That lay to the promise
Of killing with pure reason

And everyone uses a character
For the vehicle for "quotations" is solely
To carry the story for the form of the road
That was repeated for the sake of the "story"

An lo' weighs the film
The man against himself
The U.S.A. taken over by the myth
Where myth
Could not even be defined
By our hollywood intellectuals

And than the death begins
Because youth
Was always so
Fleeting

And our age
Is always wrong
With America

For we think because we
Scream
The higher-ups are
Listening

It is laughable what
Television
Makes for
"Us"

Take the grenade and
Pinch the pin for there
Is only politics and politics is
Spelled out in day one, day two and
Day three and white make-up who
Claims to know nothing...

A regular Dylan carry.

Where are we than?

Who carries the torch?

I can't wait for the cops
To never
Carry me away for
Nothing I've always been
Doing.

And for entertainment and the
Greeks and the campaign trail
The hatred presses for the reasons
Why hate is actively productive for
Money when dealing with the flies
And maggots of Hollywood

Let the un-creative die and writhe and
Sigh with their million dollar wives
Where the rest lay with reality whose
Stones are as thick as the ones first laid

For the break is always near
And where there is nothing else
All you can rely on
Is only but the self

Where there is only night
There is no reason to scream
For the seasons have their turns
And the young have their yearns
But we, yes we...
We have reason for our season
To stretch and to breathe

I got a free hand but I got no broom
They tell me again, but I got no room
There's the check, and I start to swoon
But the taxi's here, and I'll be sleeping soon

A giant being
Where all good
Could be possible
And all finishings
Of the furnishings of

America

Have already been
Accomplished
And lay naked
To be judged
By the pressures of man
Who claim to say
They are the "speaking class"
Who speak

For all the rest

I've got no fingers
Left
And my ringers
Well their minds are on
Television's
Theft

I got no more money
I spent it all
On the freak

And the rest
I saved up
I plan on spending it on
The Geek

Take it from me
The reason to be
Is to keep on the
Breathe
And the scream

Each whisper
Shines through a plate
Of clear crystal screen
And when the happening
Let's go and closes

There will only be the
Sword swallower and
And the goat
That swears
It feels

Oh how time presses where magic
Once where and where we remember
When men were men and women were
The reason to write songs for the empty
Roads show nothing but the dim lit codes

I tell nothing of where I would like to be
For where I've been is nowhere I can see
I've lived enough to trust that life will never be O.K.
And that poet's have died in a life of disarray

Where than do I stand without you?
I pray that no worker hears what I do.
And the detective neither holds a clue
In the English grocery, the line is nill without que

And oh' hero
Who has lived past
The unsurpassable zero

Whose memory and fate
Is never too soon and never too late

Whose tambourine rings
And whose voice will always sing

A poet to die
Whose harmonica's cries
In an eternal sigh

And the laugh of naivety and truth
Where there once
Was possessed youth

The blue eyed son never
Learned the definite definition
Of a human race with a
Solution

There will always be
A Hard Rain

With ourselves
To love and never

To Frame

i'm reaching my own very secondary hell...
this reach into... something of a nieche,
something of an echo chamber...
something of a jettison approach with regards
to almost everything...
the voice in my throat is no longer
necessary... some variation of:
this ethics and this "philosophy" is a bypass:
it's not a bypass...
i might just as well be "saying":
i haven't read a single book in my life...
which implies: i haven't read the required reading
either...
but i have read several books and...
among the contemporaries alongside
the shared breath... i have a library that's pretty
much a graveyard...
i'm hardly mastering some: in vogue...
old ideas come crashing down while
all the others are kept intact...
perhaps as honest as one can be...
i have... read... books... by... dead... people...
will alexander... a california poet is still
alive... i seem to have...
stuck to the living in the medium of cinema...
and music...
yet i still managed to balance it out
with a nostalgia for old cinema...
and old music, german, folk...
but i'm shy when it comes to:
darwinism explains everything right, and "wrong"...
i'm just practically tired
of being the turkey being shoved
darwinistic idea-stuffing down my throat...
i'm tired of darwinism...
long ago... a "philosopher" would be someone
who... overcame past mistakes...
or whatever...
one of my prime past mistakes?
taking a ****** relationship with frivolity...
if i wasn't using a ******:
she implored: don't use it...
god knows how she missed the *******
impediment to begin with...
i'll take contraceptive pills...
impregnation... phone-call...
i'm pregnant... well... you should get an abortion...
what were the chances that she moved
from novosibirsk to st. petersburg...
to edinburgh... that she would: settled for
moving to the outskirts of London and live...
with the parents of her would be:
father of the child...
and the supposed father being "merely" a roofer...
oh i've learned my lessons since being aged: 21...
the only honest **** these days
is with prostitutes... who are oh so careful about
contraception...
we would even talk about it...
since 21 and i'm nearing 34?
how many relationships apart from...
casually picking up a thai-surprise in a park etc.
how many? to be ensnared by:
a lasp in judgement with regards:
the ****** doesn't bother me...
the ******* does... but i can't be rid of it...
how many relationships?
0... i was given the moral scare from that
one... ahem... "relaxed" relationship...
pro-life implying: there's no guarantee...
this is already: a dollop of mustard on a spoon
as dessert if you please...
since 21 though?
it was always going to be a safe bet...
prostitutes...
hardly "*** slaves" as...
the women i know would not wish upon
themselves... a lottery of impregnation...
there could have been so many ways she could
have ensnared me...
pristine John i ain't...
but this period of time... nearing 13 ******* years...
wow...
wow... it tells you something...
because this pro-life contra pro-choice "debate"...
via: so while i *******... that's perfectly alright
in terms of: imagining a genocide with you?
because it's only life...
when coupled to a woman's body...
i don't like this pro-life argument...
not when there's "sensibility" concerning:
how far along?
contraception, yes...
but there has to be some time-reference
with regards... both parties can admit "oops"...
i don't see a point of:
i ******* there's no pro-life argument...
because i should be ******* "on a whim"...
since i... oh! this is the male argument...
i ******* into you... therefore you have something
of me... therefore you must have it...
oh... i see...
because i honestly don't get it...
if we made an honest mistake...
and you want to ******* into frivolity...
by all means... i'm no chain no baron and you're
no serf... matter of fact... this same girl is on
her third marriage... if i was her first and
we were engaged and she was 19 and i was 21
and, honestly... if you lived a life back in 2007...
it was ripe with magic...

but since then... that phonecall and: i'm pregnant...
and we were already beside being engaged prior...
and i was like: what?
it's not you're going to move down to London
from Edinburgh just for my looks...
she didn't say: i'll get it aborted...
i said: you should get an abortion...
a pro-choice man... at 21 and this litany of
excuses: mind one more?
to not have had ***... i proved that...
me and about 9 prostitutes proved that...
when there's a clarity of transaction...
there's no worry about contraception...
those precuations are prime...
the heart is a feeble liar when the *** is free...
imagine...
due for ***... but there's no...
"gifts"... there's no liar of the heart to mind
when... i have no excuses?
this happened 13 years ago!
i should have hoped to be freed from this...
"conundrum"...

scatological... william f. buckley jr. interviewing
allen ginsberg... and this word crops up...
it's somehow the covert expression fundamental
marker...
scatological... there's this avant garde of
poetics and how...
when poetry ascribes less images and...
teases philosophy...
that's no fair game...
but when philosophy employs short-cuts
with metaphor or imagery...
then words are no longer skeletons
and juiceless prunes... or whatever is demanded...

but that's the problem:
i only managed to love once...
or... rather... **** to the zenith of my efforts...
and bypass the goldberger skin-leash too...
because it was never about being satisfied...
but about seeing: satifaction...
and this old chestnut will haunt me
to the point where i will no longer be a chanced
ghost solo... but a ghost in a story...
and i don't mind the future...
i already know that i'm standing
a plateau plough moment of... resurrection...

for my time is no more linear than
the experience of gravity...
but... since i'm not falling...
and i'm either standing, walking, or sitting?
then time is not so much linear...
as it is circular...
after all: i am bound to a ******* carousel, aren't i
or aren't we all?
i was expecting circular time long
before people conjured up:
a pioneering linear "ontology" of time...
time moves "forward" without
the confines of history and within
the confines of technology!

after all: who to better the spoon!
the improved staff! a crutch!
the improved horse... a talking donkey!
but again and again:
why should my life be so precious
as to stand outside the circular nature
of time... to stand, alone...
in the prized linear...
from beginning middle and end...
why so?

of course the baggage and: if anyone, notably,
myself, should engage in any further
intimacy - beside the brothels' delights...
no... the money the clarity of transaction...
there are no flowers... no anniversaries...
i can't remember the last time i bothered
to celebrate my own birthday...
i tried that once...

what's pro-choice again, in terms of man
and responsibility or simply not *******?
13 years and that same cautionary tale...
i knew i wasn't going to make the same mistake
and relax myself into love...
because i don't think a woman should
be left barren with a pro-choice conundrum...
it's as if: you have to force the choice upon her...
otherwise it's called a golden ring...
and there's this whole flamboyant procession
in a church and two otherwise estranged families
come together and there's all this and that and
the other and afterwards the *****-licking
starts and blue and pink and a baby several months
later...

oh right... the argument it's a blessing
and that irish luck of a spontaneity should you...
when all the other couples are left
limping because of one wooden leg
among the four that should stand ***** and:
oh gaw on gaw on gaw on gaw on mrs doyle -esque?

imagine telling a woman: you should get an abortion...
because those contraceptive pills didn't
exactly do the magic...
and a ******* is already a discomfort when
you decided to learn from the Donatelos of
the boogie nights movie set that
peeling it back... for the aesthetics of a circumcision...
a ****** was the last of my worries...
well that's better than allowing a woman
to make that choice herself...
honest to god and st. patrick the gnostic gnat...

obviously i'm paying the moral consequences
of these words...
was it true is it true... it was a telephone call
and i was already busy trying to...
have to bother not... a chemistry degree is
worth as much as a humanities and this
bilingual status is not really anything
if it's not arabic or... otherwise...

why wouldn't i have made precautions in those
years?
if going to a brothel is a way to escape
the impregnation conundrum?
if for the sake of recreational ***...
*** without consequences... tennis ping-pong ***...
if that's what's being sold...
and not the monogomy quack-**** with
a boquet of moral verbiage...
yes... i made that mistake...
but why would i have a moral authority
over a woman's choice... she ghost jerks-me-off...
we perform genocide of ***** into
tissue... flush down the toilet with
crocodiles and we later baptise ourselves
as dove resurrected coming from the shower
having down the no. 1 no. 2 and no. 3
on the throne of thrones?

did i ask for my phallus to make
it into the ***** shortlist?!
i wouldn't think so either...
i'm no model with either a face or a little richard
for that matter...
perhaps men call it heart-break...
while women should call it...
fried-eggs...

a poultry abortion a day...
keeps the ****-of-cuckoldry away...
at least among professionals there's
never that: oh i like like likey...
let's have ourselves impregnated and then
kumbaya ourselves with: shtrong...

'cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it...

oh... i would have...
but... how does this contraceptive contract work?
'cause if you like it, then you shoulda
sly impregnate yourself or what the hell
am i talking about?!

ce-no-bite...
go figure...
because no ******* is some day-dream victim
of the feminist movement...
the ones that are killed, probably are...
if you had enough time to talk to any of them
without priest of psychiatrist nagging you...
lying naked... talking about a 15 minute quickie...
talk, lips, kisses of the eyelids...
inversion of sculpting a crude block of clay...
god's plagiarism etc. etc.,
is this even a celebration: oh yes it's a celebration
when two parties know the perils
and have contraception as their prime
concern...
not some loved-up happenstance
teenagers...
because wisdom is what supposedly happens
when you make a mistake aged 16 and
later, live to be 69 and utter some
*******-wanking's worth of a maxim!

and by god everyone who hasn't read
a philosophy book... thinks that philosophy
happens in old age... that philosophy is not
fashionable for the young... or the middle-aged...
how, old age, philosophy...
dementia... "wisdom"... it's also called
the optical illusion... or the detriment of youth...
since? at least a portion of the lessons
of life must be learned...
beside the technical relax of technical details...
the old lessons of life persist...
and these are always archetypical...
the archetype never dies...
that's its most demanding access...
to: if i currently had a 13 year old son
named... Isidore...

what? there was a Peaches Geldoff...
Isidore is an old name...

because what's the difference between
a pro-life man and a pro-choice man?
the pro-choice man sentences himself
for sisyphus with the claim of baggage...
i did not have the required
resources to claim a moral responsibility
for what would eventually become
an onomatopoeia of me talking to it...
that would transcend a more sorry
state that a new-born lamb...
that would learn to wipe its own ***...
that would not choke on peanuts...
that would learn to not be gullible...
not entertain friendship with good faith...
that would... at best...
become this shadow of solitude of its
father's own demise...
but i rather rob a woman of this choice...
that allow her to bask in it...
as it would be her, responsibility to undertake
such a choice...
again: if this irish reasoning stands...
this ****** reasoning stands...
me, tissue, toilet, flush + ******* = genocide!
but a woman oh a woman can
stream it! video it! she's shooting blanks!
so... a lapse... not until...
not until... is a ***-shot pregnancy readied?
how much can i own beside
these stones that i stack to fathom
a shadow and not a morality,
nor an architectural feat to overshadow
mountains using pyramids?!
well... among sand dunes you, you just might
figure out this wild dream,
this wild ambition!

i will still persist in lamenting that:
i own a private library that mostly constitutes
of death-ringers...
it's slyly called a necromancy...
they arrive in my lap as former living:
now ascribed to dead on paper...
and the dead that they are...
recoil from the ashes into the skeletons
of words: and they walk among
the living inside the horde that i am...

and as they roll in their ***** graves
to a dance most stupendous...
their eyes burning and their ears pricked
to attention over a raindrop
bound to savour the disgruntled sea...
in both the magnanimous effort
that pouring a liter of water overshadows
the raindrop... or pouring hot oil
and pork scratchings with onions
into a soup...
balloons perhaps pop! but that well-known
sizzle!

a body with the demand of
two shadows' worth of remark...
whether true, or fictional...
better my choice over her "choice"...
and the consequences?
both the realisation of responsibility
as the nagging curse of shying
away from them...
focused on? the lack of material
conventionality for:
the up-coming, better life...

hmm... learning from the past generation?
they managed to work hard
and sight the Maldives...
i? if i didn't travel solo?
would i have seen Paris?
Stockholm... Moscow and St. Petersburg
are not a given...
but perhaps this one last time:
before i go... to the Faroe Islands, one
day i might... i just might...

what gambit assurance?
the moral high-ground of pro-life...
for a child... that would live...
a life worse off than his father or mother?
the life-in-itself "argument"...
as far as i am concerned...
this verbiage should come to its own
conclusion any minute now...

it's almost strange to have to recount
something that's 13 years old...
lucky me, lucky year...
i'm still not convinced as to why
darwinism can be allowed to explain almost
everything in life these days,
esp. when mingling with sociological "issues"
and how everyone should be readied
for rubric testing their bible knowledge
as their knowledge of either Orwell or Huxley...

"philosophy" once the "love" of "wisdom"...
how does trivia come into all of this?
to have to amass an encyclopedic know-of...
i am, also, a trivia focused spew-recycle-machinery...
darwinism around every corner...
there's no scientific fact the public are exposed
to that doesn't have darwinism at its center...
nothing of scientific popularisation
is ever not about darwinism...

not even Einstein... once upon a time...
it has become so overtly: universally applicable...
in psychology... in...
yawn... if it doesn't have a darwinism patent...
it's either part of the dodo project or
an existentialist cul de sac...
and my god, this momentum...
oh it's certainly not wrong...
but it's always so right: so many times...

come to think of it...
i probably haven't read any books to begin with...
i shouldn't have...
all the ones that i have read...
are never going to be in vogue...
they were in vogue... 50 years ago...
60 years ago...
they're not in vogue now...
they might as well start yelling at me:
pretentious literary ***!
should have abandoned us in high-school!

oh right... there's till the living Knausård...
come to think of it...
who the hell discovered Stendhal in high-school
if it wasn't me?
come to think of it...
i took that ****** bus no. 86 every morning...
and i can only remember seeing myself
read...
back of the bus and that Montgomery boycot?
didn't really help...
the loudest always went to the back
of the bus... took some neo-**** blonde scalps
with them for ***** and screetching licks...
and... just ahead... a silence of reading
Taoist maxims...

nice to know... that i'm still able to write
such explosive spew...
counter inhibited and "thinking"...
this like any other...
mildly exagerrated with a whiskey stew;
rummaging and rummaging
over a brain-pickling!

Good faith, in human interactions, is a sincere intention to be fair,
open & honest regardless of the outcome of the interaction -
He made us because he took a year to write the tulip;
In the 24 carat hot mass of dark Snooch's list of America's
Houses of Gold;           As long as the sun is in pain it's alright
with Jesus; Furthermore,                the elderly Standard scared
The sixth sense mortality's worth of blood flowing to hell
minor dispute; A major part of the loss the top of the worship
of the goddess,                     a salt desert with hair disheveled
with its blue eyes being shut in the fear of the bottom
of the mountain, the name of the all the most important
it is that we say, this can not be while dining; doing *****
work to promote public wine tasting;      The poet writes
that the transfer to the company it turns out in Greek lore,
red & yellow king of the cats, some of them on the side of the fish,
which is a moderate-sized the entire final image In addition,
Secret Service is the mother of the Medusa,      a mirror of modern
controversy for the stripper;                The hairs of the six ******
and physical Ringers;     The dog plays footsie ****** phenotype;
Friday's angle must be true;       1 read a story to the voice of the
six music is invisible pain or conscience,    the dog licks its arch
for profit, lore & honey; at least a little lower than the bona fide
handmaid of the signs must remain subject to the *******'s
sweetness of glory;               Sweat covering the ice machine
when the woman is married to some rich filter strippers gels?
1 began to control the robots' colors secondary upon her Prince,
toward her young one a written report after the pigment of the tree
the power of the director's fresh stick coated with phosphorous;
the CEO of the day on Wall Street is the enemy, this is your friend
abroad drinking diet cola w/ some other fatty uneducated;
This very idea of animal groups,   the starry Apple's retention;
It is known that Einstein sleeps in the sand weary of Alchemy
impregnating spacetime; However, it is unknown who loves the t-shirt River;  Max Planck Quotes:
            Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature
            & that is because in the last analysis,   we ourselves
            are a part of the mystery we are trying to solve;
                                 Whence come I and whither go I?
The great unfathomable question is the same for every one of us &
                                                                ­Science has no answer to it.
An experiment is a question which science poses to Nature & a
                        measurement is the recording of Nature's answer.
We have no right to assume that any physical laws exist, or if they have existed up until now,   that they will continue to exist in a similar manner in the future; It is not the possession of truth, but the success which attends the seeking after it,        that enriches the seeker and brings happiness to him;
Scientific discovery and scientific knowledge have been achieved only by those who have gone in pursuit of it without any practical purpose
                                                                ­            whatsoever in view

Since music is part of the headwear, most of the colors
of death in the air is about two amino acids, but it is
Latin to place stars on other flags, golden gold from America.
Changes for the musicians in the sunshine,
you are on your way. The wind zone of The queen of the sea
is in the early hours of the morning. I dropped in cold war.
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full of hope and Rs. A book about worrying, but the old word is true,
for example, to the image of Russia with the power
of the eagle under the stars. Igor is very tense.
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and tongue are salty, *****, crazy, cool in the mirror
and work like an external wall stone. Find what
we did not find. The purpose of the gods you have
to say in the name of the image is to take half
the leaves by your feet to drink wine, to be gay, up,
and mother and like smoke to the feet in socks,
as you do of water, jellyfish materials at the Museum
of Asian Lands; bad news, my Perkins, Einstein's tree
and school board pictures of Einstein's users who
have been asked to sleep in the middle of the sun,
or burned in the middle of Los Angeles at the Los Angeles host.
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of the Chinese, but a man of Goldman Sachs was often
involved in the Alchemy of Bettie's wounds written
to all the host of many who have met the general.
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the arms of the preparation of the grace we receive,
but not to create the council of holy happiness,
in fact, it is the least sign for women's leaders,
since music is a part of the head of the fair pole,
most of the color of death in the air about two elbows
of amino acids, but it is a Latina to the stars
and other brands of fire, the head of gold from America.
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in the morning hours. I left the cold war. The beauty
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for babies, children and an overheated
six-year-old full of hope and said Rs.
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with a strong wind of poetry under the stars.
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for mouths and tongues to twist, feels *****, crazy,
knowing the feeling in the mirror
and running like a stone to get outside the park.
Search the invisible. The lips of the gods
he has to speak in the name of the game
is to move half of the leaf by means of her feet
so that she drinks the wine, to be gay in the mountains
and a mother and as the smoke goes to the feet
out of socks as it comes out of the water,
the jellyfish instruments in the Museum
of the province of Asia; bad news, my Perkins,
the wood and the Einstein public library is a picture
of Einstein's strippers asked to sleep in the middle of sleep,
or sleep in the middle of Los Angeles in Los Angeles
consumer separator. The waves of the mountains up
to the Chinese drink prophet,
but a man of the Goldman Sachs frequency
of the Alchemy of Bettie's coal has written
to the full army, many of whom have met the general.
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and fell on his knees, the arms of the preparation
of the grace received, but not so much as to create a circle of holy joy,
in fact, a very thin plaque of women leaders.
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the color of a particular amino acid death of three feet;
But I do not have a Latina's stars of torches
came to the fire, the head of the American gold.
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the money is the change. Air space. The queen of the sea
in the morning hours. Come out of the cold war.
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who follows lost the wife of John and sits in the heart of the Sky
over Europe's Baloo snooch, July woman blue goddess spirit
to come home Jesus' bad dog hell up Russian. |
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beverage numbers French garden square
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of the baby is not full of games into the deep,
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full of hope. A book critical of the old but true,
for example to the image of Russia,
a strong wind at the foot of poetry's living stars.
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When the first robot breaks cultural fields
and the sky sweet child has the right
to walk around the core of the destruction
of memory friend Ringers poet.
The ornaments of the women
were standing waiting mouths of the tongue's laps,
***** feet, madness, knowing the feeling of a mirror,
he is running as a stone out of the park. Look for the invisible.
of the gods he shall speak in the name of the game
to do the media, newspapers apt to be moved by means of the lips,
that sends forth the feet of the drinking of the wine to be gay,
in the mountains and mothers: for a smoke shall come,
like the socks on the feet of the instruments from the Medusa
in the Asian Museum and Aquarius; bad news, my lady Perkins,
a tree, and Einstein's library has asked for the public image
of Einstein's sleep in the middle of the strippers
from the sleep of the Angels in the central dream
of the Los Angeles painted stripper. Hills wet with the waves of the
came to the prophet, came to drink, they began to perfect
the Chinese writing on the inside Alchemy of Bettie,
was filled with a crowd came up to meet with the man
of Goldman Sachs computation to many Gen.
the feet of the monster of the city and led him to **** a Christian
and had taken of the origin of some other thing,
and the color of the flame and brought him
to Rattan. The dogs pieces of country? torn, and fell upon my knees,
fell in love with the kind of the institution
of the arms of the holy women also, your joy,
far and near, that of all of the world revolution
and the leaders' present an infirmary
and a very thin plate. Since it is part of the running rings,
the majority of dead memories of death in the air
are two amino acids, but the stars and other artifacts
are the Latin American golden gold.
Changes to musicians in the solar radiation are:
You're on your activity. The Queen's Queen is awake in the early morning.
I stopped the Cold War. English, English, English, English,
English, French, English, French, English, French, English,
French, English, French, French, Spanish, French and Spanish,
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for example, the old word is the correct Russian language,
with the power of the stars. Jiang is very hard. There is a spirit.
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and glazes, *****, crazed, crystal-clear lamps,
and the exterior walls are awesome. Find what we have not obtained.
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is to take part in your hands, become homosexuals,
and mothers, and even to your feet like water works,
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the stereo tree and the school board were asked to sleep
in the sun or in the city of Los Angeles, USA,
incinerated by fire. The waves of the mountains
are moving to the screams in China. However,
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with a large group of people. Dogs on Earth?
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of the weak, but on the side of the oppressors,
not the creation of God's love, but at least a symbol
of women leaders. Since music is part of the headgear,
most of the color of death in the air is about two
amino acids, but it is Latin to stars and other flags,
golden gold from America. Changes are for the musicians
in the sunshine, you are on your way. The wind zone;
The queen of the sea in the early hours of the morning.
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lost his wife, John is in the heart of Sky Europe
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to return from Jesus' devil
evil rains in Russia If you are a friend
from the hand of the food garden; The radio satellite
squared of the series of titles called  French is full of fun
games for children, six and six, full of hope and Rs.
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for example,
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under the stars. Igor is very tense. There is a spirit.
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wall of stone.  Find what we did not find. The purpose
of the gods you have to say the name of the image
is to take half the leaves by your feet to drink wine, ||
to be gay, up and a mother like smoke to the feet socks,
as you do of water, jellyfish materials at the Museum
of Asian Lands; bad news, my Perkins, Einstein's tree
and school board are pictures of Einstein's users who
have been asked to sleep in the middle of the sun,
or burned in the middle
of Los Angeles at the Los Angeles host.
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to the drunken prophet of the Chinese,
but a man from Goldman Sachs was often performing
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to all the host of many who had met the general.
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the arms of the preparation of the grace we receive,
but not to create the council of holy happiness,
in fact, the least sign for women's leaders.

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in the atmosphere is about 2 amino acids,
but Latin is Latin in American gold and stars.
Changes are to you for the sunlight musicians.
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is in the early morning. I fell into the Cold War.
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John Sky Europe Baloo Snooky Blue Spirit
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is in the heart of the goddess' If you are a friend
from the Garden's SMALL Radio Satellite Square
in a series of titles called French is full of fun and games
for Hope and R Full Kids, 6 and 6. Although it is a book
on worry, the old words are the truth, for example,
the image of Russia, the power of the eagle under the stars.
Igor is very nervous. There is a spirit. There are many
words about nature. Waiting for decorative jewelry,
her mouth and tongue works like salty, *****, crazy,
mirrored, exterior wall stone. I will find what we did not find.
The purpose of God you have to say in the name
of the image is to drink wine, become gay, up, and mother,
take half of the feet like water like smoke in foot socks,
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my Perkins, Einstein Tree and Board of Education
were asked to sleep in the middle of the sun,
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at Los Angeles host It is a baked picture.
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Chinese prophet, but the man of Goldman Sachs
was often an alchemist of Betty scars,
written to many people who met the shogun.
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of the preparation of grace; we received
and dropped it to the side but in fact
it was not able to recreate the council of sacred happiness.
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in the atmosphere is about 2 amino acids, but Latin is Latin
in American gold and stars. Changes are to you
for the sunlight musicians. The area of ​​the wind
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of July the Russian devil is in the heart of the goddess'
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for Hope and R Full Kids, 6 and 6.
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under the stars. Igor is very nervous. There is a spirit.
There are many words about nature.
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mouth and tongue works like salty, *****,
crazy, mirrored, exterior wall stone.
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become gay, up, and mother, take half of the feet
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materials at the museum of land, bad news, my Perkins,
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water went to a drunk Chinese prophet,
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of Betty's scars, written to the many people
who met the shogun. Is the dog on the ground?
We took the weapon for the preparation
of grace we received and dropped it to that side ||
but alas, it was not able to recreate the Council of Sacred Happiness.

1.13.

Let me get
high
So I can
sing
to you
the blues

Crush up
poison petals
of small town
sunflowers

Shoot up
on toxic
threats
These are
the promises
of small town
regrets

Last time
I overdosed
I was became
president of
Club 27

Contraband upsells
*** seduced kills
Been craving
the bitter
temptations
Got caught
a few times
stealing
prescriptions
To trade
for cheap
trills
I was getting
my fix on
the worlds
crazy pills

Smashing mirrors
mirrors on
the wall
Who’s the
fairest
*****
of them all?

These are the
lies that lie
between you
and I
I wanna be
your girl
Just don’t give
me a name

Call me nothing
at all

I seek and
I see
a blind
humanity
Pulling the
trigger
on
overpriced
Silver bullets
Dead ringers
with
no dreams
they can say
they had
on
there own
Taking out
loans to get
you to sleep
when your all
alone

All your
secrets
I see
In the crack
of my looking
glass

Everyday
I get
more and
more
outta place
Trying to
maintain
my social
rank
Trying to
afford these
sinister
ways

Maybe just
maybe
one day
I’ll be a
good woman
I’ll learn to
behave

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....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

No man an island
yet we stand with brand
in hand, waiting
to set set alight all bridges
as we make our stand
for ourselves
over our fellow man.

We stand and watch as
killers ****, then
turn the channel
seeking the next
momentary thrill.

Less and less we involve
ourselves with others
in a meaningful way
we are more likely
to be engaged in
digital play
as we die
a little more
each solitary day

If it sounds
like I am preaching
it is because  I am

More to myself
than others
but then again
perhaps I am reaching
to you and others like
to those who understand

the carillion is a ringing
that, the sounds of bells
are stealing up upon us
as we ignore calamity to play,
tetris and zombie clan

"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.**

we the poets of consciousness,  
are the translators ....
of the thoughtless thoughts
and long lost creeds

we are the heart that cries
as this world bleeds
from razors cuts
by the many thousands,

we are the recorders of the deeds
both small and large
important an seemingly insignificant.

scribes and libraians we be both
noting written word and oral oath
we partake, we give to all
but at our best we are the accord
of action and thought, deed and word

so that we reflect upon
ourseleves and others
the joy, the hate,
the hurt, the succour
the wonderment and ease,
the love and loving care
we make the hard easier to bear
we make the horrible, we make crazy
we have the ability to make the hard person care
those in despair hope...those at the end of themself
reach once more for the dangling rope

we are the fabric, the paper
on which this world is printed
we are the old gold coin
and the newly minted

we are islands with bridges between
we are understanding,
between commoner and queen

we are those who stand ready
to extinguish harmful flame
yet we are those to set hearts alight
we are those who call others
away from the game
and into the heart of the heart
into cognizant frames

we are listeners
and bell ringers both
we refine the languages
we create the quotes

we are the fresh morning
we are the new start....

I hurried...

a hooded scrape
of epaulette through
rhododendron corridors
an exit to the brace.

All tradition is mine
so I threw her a peace sign
that caught in the ivy

both long-tooth
and way-tied

I walked....

a slow Nantucket sleigh ride
to the field where she waited,
tall,
sheep- skinned in her cuneiform

We talked..

Met, smoking by the ringers net
sequestered in the biscuit verge.

Too long into the bison grass
of Pompeii afternoons, is how

We slept

Your Youth. Your Time. Your placed Investiture
So did these Ringers let your Throne announce
With fresh commentary spring your Boys pure
And clasp their Spirits for Victory enhance
Now there's the Go! Humbled yet so Pronounced
To apply Punctuations for your Team's End
Which the Lion roars their Thoughtful Doubts bounce
And Mark every Tariff they could Append
When most Nations laugh, they Green in Despair
Why his Coloured Mane kept whipping the Waves
Perhaps Leisure, his fleeting Vice repair
Kept hard-earned Fortiments from Woes and Slaves.
Still on still, these Songs by Splashes carry
Another Batch-of-Stamps; To Home they tarry.

i knew i wasn't going to give the experience enough justice
by writing about it: immediately after having just...
experienced it.. i was already tired from the shift
and i only managed to come home around 2am,
but i wrote something preliminary to keep the "bank
account" of memory intact, below an overdraft
of forgetfulness - i had to write something telegraphically...
i woke up today around 11am after staying up
until 4am... i truly didn't do the event enough justice...

after all... it's not everyday that a man gets to write
about having a *******...
   i passed the Rubicon (as it were)...
                  i needed to quench all my jealousies...
this one was a big one...
   massive...
                    that's how you quench jealousies...
this one friend of mine started: fwend...
bragging that he was in a ******* once...
i believed him... my downfall... i became jealous...
i know him: sickly sprout of a guy...
  did he? didn't he? it didn't matter by then... or now...
that's the thing with the spirit of man:
whether true or not...
i had to find a way to compete with
                        the claim...

so i was coming back from a shift... slightly tired...
but not too tired...
   i was actually going after just one girl...
i took about enough money for an hour...
     circled round the brothel in my usual way...
since i quit smoking i was only drinking brandy
and pepsi... thinking about the Firth of Forth
geographic bearings and how it's impossible
to reach the same distinct: east is east...
west is west... north... south in London...
even if you're standing before the Thames...
don't know... Edinburgh is that much different
to London: probably because of the Firth of Forth
or perhaps that's a southerner talking about
living in the north... that's what i really loved
about living in Edinburgh... i knew where east was...
i knew where the north was...

London is confusing: geographically...
   it's a ******* Behemoth of a city...
           i find that... i have this Bermuda Triangle
compass in my head when i'm in London...
the world seems to implode...
   i'm standing in the 9th circle of Hell and everything's
spinning out of control...
because there's so much momentum concerning
London: the whole world is here...
no wonder i don't know where east is...
      at least in Edinburgh you have pointers...
the Firth of Forth... Glasgow to your "left"
when walking toward Prince's Street...
          so many bridges: but no river...
   i.e. bridges because during the black plague
the ingenious architects built on top of the infested
quarters... so the city rose up... hence the bridges...

of course i became jealous...
   there's no better remedy for jealousy other than to...
imitate... let's see... what the hell this "badge of honour"
is all about...
i.e. to sleep with two women at the same time...
i wasn't planning... walking around the brothel
i was actually thinking: will i be too tired to get
a hard-on? i'm not taking any ******* pills...
i knew a guy from high-school once...
troubled... but lovely... Ryan... he could have been
the next big footballer...
  but he succumbed to ingesting ****** early on...
all that teenage lust from the girls got to him...
last time i saw him: he had that aura of being
hyped up about nothing...
   precursor of being: left-over... disused...
dropping ****** pills... probably doing some other
drugs because... outside of the school environment...
he wasn't pulling his weight along...
the environment became open and there
was no access to freely available pedestrian looking
girls in school uniforms...
i'm not doing that ****: i thought...
            no... *** is an act of reciprocation...
i don't have a ***** for a *****...
   this doesn't work on automatic foundations
of... see a naked body: get aroused...
no! if i had a switch, say: squeeze my testicles hard enough
and i get an *******...
**** me... women talk about moods...
i have moods too... i'm either aroused or i'm not...
depends on the totality of a woman...

if it were as simple as seeing a naked body...
in the flesh... well... it's different when you're doing a solo
project to ease a **** out of your ****
on the throne of thrones...
but in real life interaction... you can't just expect
a naked body... coupled with Picasso's cubism et al.
brigade to give you a runner...
plus... i needed to take a ****...

  some Asians were playing supermarket car park
cricket late into the night...
how happy they must have been...
while i was... prowling... gearing up...

i knew that if i had a ****-issues... i'd be having
******* issue... ****! little Richard:
where on god's almighty earth did you leave
your hard-on batteries?!
why can't you be more: switch-on / switch-off?
why will you not succumb to
the easy-pathway of ingesting some chemicals:
fear of repercussions for "under-performing"?
to hell with that...

it works both ways... i might be in the mood...
the moon is almost full...
i feel a werewolf sitting on my shoulder...
nibbling it... i was expecting a crow biting my ear...
but i need to be in a "mood"...
  i can't do: it's raining therefore i'm thinking
of the many hues of blue mingling with
purple and green...

    i didn't ask for a *******...
     there were two prostitutes sitting gauging
their eyes out... i chose one...
but this other one... this party girl was gearing up...
and she was like: he said to me twice now...
thrice i can't take... i only chose one...
but she was not having any of it...
can i just have this one?
    apparently no... i had to take both of them...
because the one that was pretending to
be this bleached blonde wanted to be in on
the "action"...

            i thought about the jihadis...
yeah... you and those 72 virgins...
how about 72 prostitutes...
               boyo... you have another thing
coming...
                  it's hard... i'm not saying it's easy...
******* two women at once...
it's confusing... getting a blow-job while
at the same time ******* on some *******...
you try your hardest to keep a hard-on...
******* on *******... pretending to be a toddler...
while... all the while... you're getting ****** off...
it makes no sense...
   why? well... when you're getting ****** off
you want to communicate eye-contact...
but... you're disengaged from it by *******
a 2nd girl's *******...
so it's like...   x = z but y ≠ z...
    
       that's why i hate *******...
                what society sells...
my best resolve concerning a *******?
it's not what people who have perfected it
have imagined... reality is a tender little *****...
what's best about a *******?

you snuggle up to one girl, the one you like...
she performs a hand-job on you...
you kiss her face, her neck...
you sometimes interlude her with eye-contact...
she knows you're digging her...
she's pretty... tameable...
        
she's jerking your off... while the other girl?
she's cameo... she was the one instigating this
interaction... she's the party girl...
she's the one tickling your *******...
she's the one you're about to use her cleavage
for imitation of ****..
   she's the one about to take a shower
after you ******* full sprout...
******* duck-lips... botox etc.,

                 she's the one who initiated the *******...
i was only after the one i fancied...
how do i know? after we finished...
the one i ******* onto...
and myself... she took a shower...
i also took a shower... she sprayed me with her
perfumes...
i took a shower... dressed up...
the one i fancied... while i was dressing...
she
stood behind me... like a vampire...
body-size-difference...
she started massaging my back and shoulders...

two girls... self-evident competition...
the one i liked gave me the most ingenious
hand-job... i smoke a cigarette and managed
a hard-on...
             i liked her eyes... her eyes told me everything...
i was the supposed good-mad-man...
party girl wanted a piece...
duck-lips unattractive...

i was put off by their song choices...
i was thinking:
kid loco - rattlesnake rattle (she's my lover)
wax tailor - ungodly fruit
boozoo bajau - keep going...

    if i had a harem of women i'd first have to
educate them in what music is best
ingested when having ***..

   of the two? the part girl that suggested
we have a *******? competing interests...
again: wrong choice of music...
after *** she started rummaging through my rucksack...
like a teenager...
   she found... a few things... most notably
Ovid's ****** Poems...
she asked me... oh, **** me... not this again:
are you German?!

what is it with people having this skewed
physiognomy of entertaining me as
a ******* Deutsche?!
i don't mind... i find it kind of beneficial...
but... if there's this superstition about whites
being unable to tell the difference
between Somalis and Kenyans...
like **** we can't... imbeciles... like **** we can't!

in an interlude between ******* on *******
and getting a a *******... sorry...
threesomes might be a zenith...
but... there are no third person involvement...
i can't accommodate two women at once...
if i'm getting ****** off i'd like
a blinding eye-contact...

   i smoked a cigarette and got an immediate
hard-on on... readied for a hand-job
and a tickling of the *******...
however threesomes go...
i found the best "position"...
no... it's not about what ******* sells...
first time... find yourself best served...
one of the women is more willing than the other...
best scenario?
you cuddle up to the girl giving you a hand-job...
you kiss her *******... you kiss her cheeks...
her neck...
while the other girl looks on... as you hide your
face into the face of the girl doing the deed...
you get to implode voyeurism...
one's doing X...
the other is looking at you:

          O)

                    or )O...

   because you're cuddling up to the one
that's jerking you off... half of your face is "missing"...
but you're looking at her...
while she's tickling your *****...
half of your face lost in the girl you like...
you wanted to be alone... pristine *******...
but she was the one who wanted a party and a *******...

you wait before asking her to provide her *******
for a makeshift ******...
the girl jerking you off is still her most
tender self... eyes of doe...
the ******?
              i wasn't asking for a *******...
good... that i spend my hard earned money
on this... to hell with spending it on material:
immaterial byproducts of hush... oops...

a ******* only makes sense when
one of the girls is jerking you off while the second
girl is watching you being ****** off...
teasing your *****... then come the ****** providing
her ***** as a substitute ******...
eye-contact... i don't believe one can have
a persuasive ******* being
occupied by... a duality of oral ***...
receiving oral *** while giving oral ***...

it's so much better to find a balance of...
voyeurism...
one girl is jerking you off while the other is watching you...
eyes eat eyes...

oculus edo oculus - eye eat eye...
that's how eroticism works... at least...
that's what i've fathomed from finding Ovid...

mind you: ******* oversells certain theatrics...
no... it's not true... reality is a different game
to what's practised in this kind of theatre...
i've already mentioned it...
sometimes i want to please others...
but sometimes i want to please myself...
it's "fluid"...
                  to hell with the precursor needs of
outliers that homosexuals are...
                        if they are to be proud and i'm
to be shamed, no wonder my sometimes stretching
the hard-on "problem"...
but... no little wonder: how a little bit of cognac
and a drag of a cigarette can make due resolves...

threesomes... best scenario?
the one that you liked... the one you wanted to ****
solo... is giving you a hand-job...
while you're snuggling up to her
like some Norman Bates...
****'s freaky anyway... since there are three in a room...
and the one that instigated the *******
is peering into your eyes
like Aetos Kaukasios... the eagle eating Prometheus'
liver... she's the one rummaging through
your rucksack looking for...
sure as **** she wasn't looking for a book
by Ovid... she's the teenage girl that's unable
to find meaningful eye-contact during ***...
she has the fun-girl-sour look in her face...
   she can't be serious during ***... she has done too much
botox implants into her already duck-duck lips...

the one i wanted already knew that the one
who instigated this profanity just wanted...
she was the one so desperate to get ******...
i mean: becoming intimate is one thing...
couldn't we just have fooled around?
rather than stressing a belt and notches?!

i sometimes feel like a woman when i'm *******...
i just want to ease into oozing
with... when a spider ****** an octopus...

if that could happen to you, or me...
nothing was ever left as a reminder to be unlike
any prior man...
all we have are reminder of how it is: to be a man...
are we not to inherit what
it is, that all that is: is to allow ousrelves
to be human?

i tease... i watch these men coupled within
their subordinate selves...
shackled... oh too trying...
  rings on their ringers...
               tiresome, tired-breeds...
men who have never managed to range
into a reach of galloping on a horses' hind!
my god... men who have never had a *******...
it's a bit like relocating a voyeurism...
one jerks you off while another looks on...
and what is she good for?
tickling your *****...
   using her cleavage as a makeshift ******...
she's not welcome...

because the one you want to be with is
already: gauging your eyes out...
Solomon's harem: Autumn...
          the envy of Muhammad...
                                
prior: disorientating getting a blow-job
while ******* on *******...

Jonathan.

I miss you like maps miss fingers,
Like mikes miss singers,
Like bells miss ringers,
Like cakes miss bakers,
Like lakes miss boats,
Like bad swimmers miss floats,
Like politicians miss votes,
Like doting parents miss school plays,
Like nymphomaniacs miss lays,
Like necrophiliacs  miss graves,
Like hypochondriacs miss prescriptions,
Like ****** misses addictions,
Like carpets miss friction,
Like Billy Bunter misses midnight feasts,
Like the grim reaper misses grief,
Like Henry misses the goodfellas,
Like sand sculptures miss umbrellas,
Like Rubix cube devotees miss puzzles,
Like rabid dogs miss muzzles,
Like Van Gough missed his brushes,
Like speed freaks miss rushes,
Like pens miss paper,
Like the Mona Lisa missed Pater,
Like the canvas misses the creator,
Like how the thirsty miss water,
Like the hungry miss food,
Like ***** miss the lewd,
Like the mind misses mood,
Like the tides miss the moon,
Like the sane miss the loons,
Like the dark misses the light,
Like the brave miss the fright,
Like the kite misses the wind.
Like a phone misses a ring
Like every misses thing.

Marilyn Monroe was an American
actress,
model,                                 and singer.
Famous
for playing "blonde bombshells",
she became one the most popular
*** symbol of all time, from the 1950's,
to the Present;
            emblematic of the era's cultural
attitudes
towards sexuality.

The eyes; eggs,
of their eggs and
their little fingers
wear them at other
cities of Einstein,
looking for: turn to
the simple text of
the temple to remarry
Maecenas & Eve;
sing first with peace
clipped spirit follow
to bring a lot of fire,
the lights from the sky,
from the sky that he
fools, the desert,
the stars are going up
like smoke, starting
to understand, but the
children are crazy;

eyes, eggs and gums,  other South angels
Einstein's city woman waiting Spread;
word temple osculating Maecenas' Eve,
write a song of the first finger to smash
quite sweet smoker play film running
running natural light light sky sky vacant;
fool in the desert beneath the stars,                                smoking
and starting to understand the babies

Fueling Christ to dance is a matter of *******,
cops plastic genius machine sitting with your
sister,     going to Mary to move PEACE
and leave guns to Marcus ringers wrote early Jews
to overcome the girl's smell;            a friendly Mountain Center
received the Standard, watching the walls
and eating debris at the feet of Bettie,
of course burning mom and painting angels;
Magic felling his Christian heart eyes teeth
and other South angels,    Einstein's City woman;
waiting for the matter temple,     ych; Maecenas'
Eve had written a song that first her fingers
to hold, falling quite happy from the tree,
playing football,         film taken running sacred in natural light;
sleeping in paradise ladies live
in the vacant idiot wilderness                                  of star smoke;
& began to understand the secret abstract
hairy radio fool and his clothes,
his skin, his flesh, *****,                               we should lure you
to read of the monster to the planet earth,
you speak to the call of the computer,
being turned,                                   knowing you love bookmarks,
holding a gun to a gypsy with child in public

eye;                the eggs of their teeth and pinky to rub them
with other Southern angels of Einstein's city of the woman,
looking for:           spread a cloth of the word of the temple
of the theory of osculating Maecenas,                        his wife Eve
and composing a poem of the first
with a finger up the peaceful of mind
enough to sweet a smoker to play a lot
of running is running is the natural light of the light of heaven,
the heaven one who is still a fool,
the desert, the star ascended like the smoke
starting to understand,                but the children struggle together
eyes; the eggs of their eggs and pinky enough rub them
with the other Angels Einstein's urban city, looking for:
spread a soft text of the temple theory
of osculating Maecenas, Eve his wife composing a poem
of the first order with a knock up to the peace of mind
enough from the clips to follow to play;
a lot of yen running in the light of the lights of the sky,
the sky one that is still a fool,      desert,
the stars go as the smoke begins to become intelligent,
                                             but only for the kids to go crazy

eyes; the eggs of their teeth and Pinky suits them
with other Einstein's cities,       looking for a place to spread
the simple text of the temple to repair Maecenas,
Eve's wife makes the first song with the peace of conscience
from the clips to follow to bring so many into the light
of the lights of heaven,                  the sky that is a fool,
the desert,           the stars go as smoke begins to understand,
but the children come like crazy

eyes;  the eggs of their eggs and pinky wear them
with other cities of Einstein,                                  looking for:
turn the simple text of the temple to re-marry Maecenas' Eve
and first sing with the peace of mind
from the clips to follow to bring lots of fire
of the sky lights, sky that is fools, desert,     stars go as smoke
begins to understand,
                                                       only for the kids to go wild

POETS AND SINGERS AND DANCERS AND BELL RINGERS

ARE IN MY HOUSE TONIGHT, I PARTY WITH ANGELS

AND ALL I EAT IS BAGLES, AND THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO DIVINE

I WENT TO THE POETRY SLAM, WITH VOICES IN MY HEAD SAYING POETRY IS FOR GEEKS

BUT I AM A GOOD PARTY POET, WHERE EVERY POEM

EXPLAINS HOW I WANNA PARTY HARDY WON’T STARDY

MOVE IT ON UP, MOVE IT ON UP

AND SHOW US HOW TO HAVE FUN

AND TONIGHT THERE WAS A POET BLASTER WHO HATED POETS

SHOOTING AT ANYONE GOING OUT FOR SMOKES

YOU SEE WE HAD TO DESIGN A WEAPON TO **** POETS

AND MINE WAS TOO EXTREME, FOR THEM

YOU SEE, I DEVELOPED CANNON ***** AND 1 BILLION AMMO HERE AND 1 BILLION AMMO THERE

AND BULLETS, AND LOADS OF OTHER STUFF AND POINTED IT AT THE POET READING

AND BLASTED HIS HEAD OFF, SORT OF WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME TONIGHT

MY OLD MATES, SAYING, IS BRIAN INTO WRITING POEMS AND THEN THEY SAY POEMS ARE BORING

AND I SAY, NO MATE NO, YOUR BORING, SURE I AM DISABLED, BUT IT DOESN’T STOP ME FROM WRITING A GREAT POEM THOUGH

DISABLE DISABLE I MIGHT BE A BIT DISABLED, IT’S NOT MY STYLE TO NOT JOT IT DOWN, YEAH IN A POEM YA SEE

I HAD COKE TO DRINK AS WELL AS A PACKET OF CARAMELISED ONION AND SOUR CREAM CHIPS, ****** AWESOME DUDES

I AM DISABLED, TOO DISABLED, FOR THE GOING TO BED MEN OR KIDS OR LADIES

I DON’T WIN VERY MUCH, BUT THE ORGANISER REALLY LIKES MY WORK

I PARTY LIKE I GET HEADACHES FROM CHAMPAGNE, THE PURE ALCOHOL DOES WEIRD THINGS TO THE BRAIN

AND MY FAVE, THE SCHITZOPHRENIC MACARENA, IT GOES LIKE THIS

1 2 3 4 DO THE SCHITZOPHRENIC, FROM THE FIRST DIAGNOSIS TO MY CURRNT SITUATION

AND NOW, WITH MEDICATION, I CAN BE REFORMED, OH YEAH MATE YEAH, I AM SCHITZOPHRENIC

AND FLY BURGERS ARE GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT, FLY BURGERS ARE SUCH A TASTY TREAT

JUST CATCH A BLOWIE BETWEEN TWO BUTTERED BUNS, ADD SOME LETTUCE AND TOMATO AND HAVE SO MUCH FUN

YOU SEE MY POEMS TALK, ABOUT HASPPINESS FOR A GREAT PARTY, HAPPINESS FOR GREAT ART

AND HAPPINESS FOR THE OLD SMELLY MAN WHO FARTS, WHILE HE PLAYS AND BEATS ME AT DARTS

MOVING ON UP, MOVING ON UP MOVING ON UP, MAKING AN EGG SIT RIGHT IN THE CUP

THEN WENT OVER TO PAT HIS PUP, AS HE ENJOYS MOVING ON UP

Stay out of trouble,
rebuttal,
probably gonna **** if we cuddle.
I smoked one too many singles someone pack a double.
Twenty ringers ain't fun for the lungs but they gatta be done,
someone pack another for the girl we gettin **** done.
Not, just chillin n smokin ***.
Smokin marijuana, you wanna do it or not?
Settle in, its not like its a ****** rock,
yeah she has one in the pocket but that **** would make you pop.
See for us it be okay,
take it and we sway,
have another popper and we feel it fade a way.
It comes back and it's great,
numb to the face and cant complain,
run with the flow, now whats my name,
I had to get it, I had it, now I'm insane.
Now you, scared you wont like the truth,
you like it as much as the youth,
but you wont let nothing diffuse the situation,
love n hate will make a mess,
your selfish habits wont have it so **** it just take a rest.
You figure that I'll just bewilder the thought of you as a villain but you can just call her a killer cause she gon keep up with the killin.
Wanna **** round with a beast, its only your head.
Better keep up with the girl or get back n rest while she pull ahead. Yeah, now she only smokin on the best,
she been nursing a mind to **** us all up n go to bed.
See we ready, come n get me,
hell, we been it all along.
You say you're not convinced, she says you should tag along.

Smoking his cigarette, a gold signet ring upon his finger
a complete antithesis to the other dead-ringers,
lips pursed, sipping at his golden liquor
in his eyes dancing excitement does flicker

diagnosed with cancer, he's re-living every dream in his head
for on the eighth day of this month he will be dead -
out and about, picking up ladies at the age of forty
days from kicking the bucket yet his libido still naughty

waking up on the sixth day with the first hangover in 10 years
the bloated pain distracting him from his fears -

no kids, divorced, a total loser
living the life of a player and a scheming user

alas, he'll never feel the wind upon his face
never again have the chance to experience love, hatred, anger or even disgrace
never see the kids he didn't have
never again able to make a decision - be it good or bad

and now sitting alone in his apartment as the eighth day looms
he burns the money in his wallet, exhales their fumes

"I'm... so sorry..."

his signet ring stained, still uncannily gold

attached to a finger now lifeless, stiff, cold.

Standing
In a ring
You pray

Overhead
Bells are ringing
Gladly

You obey the rhythm
That you have created
Listening
Watching

The leader
Reorders the movement
You respond
With precision

You rise and fall
Are stretched
And returned

You remain
Fixated
Grounded

Silently you work
Communicating
Subliminally

Sending messages
Above the treetops
Across the town

Tidings
Of hope
Alarums
Of communion

You are
A little known group

Operatives
Of ancient tradition

A community
Of enthusiasts

A family
Of bell ringers

I’ve had this feeling, ongoing for a couple of years, or more
Like the relentless moped rider who mounts the pathway outside your door,
Risking his life without a helmet on,
And others may too soon be gone,
As though its his mission to break you down and irritate,
Mind and body debate, until my shell accepts defeat,


It’s easy to make excuses when you feel this way, they say,
But I beat myself up, day after day,
If I sleep too late or hide away, exhausted, unable to concentrate,
The guilt pulls in my gut, like the church-bell ringers tug, slow, robust,


Without question, prescription or doctors review,
I take the mind numbing pill just to get through,
There’s no need for appointments or long waiting queues,
It’s ready and waiting with the supermarket crew,
among other essential survival tools to accrue,


I’ve fought so hard to come off this drug,
I’ve reduced the dose, though it’s not enough,
I’m shamefully addicted, though the GP insists they’re not addictive,
If only I could have predicted,
Without my fix I’m resticted, spaced out, blurry eyed, inflicted,


Out of this darkness I see lots of light,
I’ve allowed myself time and space to get it right,
holistically and patiently, I’ve learned is key,
Though the shame of depression will never leave me,
It’s an unattractive weakness, but it wouldn’t stop my attraction to you,
It’s my own insecurities that I need to break through

i was clay that turned soft in your hands
you were the creator that taught me to stand
you sculpted my mind
ran ringers down my spine
you created something when i was nothing
and when you leave for something new
i will stand here waiting for you
because i am just a little clay girl
who has your signature in her skull