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a
cat eats
it all before
then we go to rest
far into the night awake
light bulb switched
for what looks
almost now
a........no
percent chance
at gaining a look
somewhere along the line
it gets broken
still
a
line, though
at least that is
what we were taught that
midnight alone now
with unhinged
thoughts

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you can't have too much penicillin for the burned leg
I'll give you a mild dose and we'll see what happens
we watched a building crumbled over few years
skaters would slide along the curbs
arc into the air and go down deep into a parking garage
oh the soap operas between mother and daughter
when both were children at the same time
it's like a timex, it takes a licking....
the syringe was as big as my arm
my uncles has two beautiful little weener dogs
the truck just petered out, he got zero from it
these dark holes you can't get into them
she pulled the chain and the car drove her into the back of it
we'll give you 40 thou for your anguish
the wonderful darkness that turns into light
he's crawling away split in half
they skate up into a neon heaven where a devil roosts
ain't that the damnedest luck
we throw our lives away like little bags of chicken
it just goes to figure all my wrenches are rusty
but hey look the moon is somethin tonight, huh?

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Turn the heat off and step back
any device you may conjure will immediately appear
in the kitchen hot and soapy
or behind a crystalline mirror
and if packed too firmly, burst into flames
the head comes off easily and you may choose to roll it
add salt, but it is not necessary
wear a coat into the beer cooler when smoking joint
when using steam pressure be in higher altitude
don't look down, you are 2000 ft above sea level
tear the mask off and show your brawny face
the crowd claps excitedly
you now weigh 11 1/2 pounds
if you are not using a regular wooden board
no doubt you have flipped your lid
go to the nearest emergency room
show them how you can remove your head
if this gets laughs you've succeeded
flip a coin to decide your next bit of entertainment
split the cantaloupe with large kitchen knife
roll a slice vigorously under your tongue and sing

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how long will it take for you to live in the foreverness
or to live example for the non-forever
a grapple among many rope
the cat jumps into the air at nothingness
you are a paradigm waiting to shift
the box of tools is in holding
awaiting the Sears card payment
it is only time that is holding the tongue
can you feel those vibrations that are not outward
that brings to mind the very two ways of perceiving
one is definitely about seeing from with in
& the other is the mountain building without within
and the two lay in juxtaposition
and askance know their neighbor doorbell
the cow was promised to the bride
the holy chalice again
I remember the great old apple tree
at a sideways glance from the kitchen window
and when you walked outside to be beside it
you looked upon a magnificent garden
and what seemed for miles, corn, and the a cemetery

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let us link it to some lumbar crunch
an idea we are going to dine with the stars
so tired of wearing tight pants
Eve brought the wind in a special bag
it settles for nothing and knows as much
the reptilian hamburg palace
all these options for paradise are slipped disc
grandpa on a spine stretcher in an oak room
these towers of dissatisfaction diminish
into a kind of Danish boat that floats on your can of cookies
this headache was patented by the CIA
a grab bag of indifference
until all is told with leather lips sold
watch it all diminish, she thought before closing time
the iguana is simply a dragon
give it some dingy apartment to dine behind some couch
all is the mercury drop
eyelids are not merely closed but shut off from it all
the game revolves aand comes up in the cerebellum
definitely not eating the walking creatures
where they walk in their shadows

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knowing this was gonna be the one lost
directions from where we came
upon these paths of not knowing
lately everything is know and not all felt
we'll go to these great conferences to the sun
only to get burned in a pool hall of delights
I went running toward the wood, toward some bliss
some path of unknown. this time she scoured my face
my dad wouldn't like Pan for he may be the devil
or an envoy to many pregnant delights
I give you all and nothing
day and darkness
you give me only your appeasement
a lost dog in the rain
she saw him chopping wood and thought of his penis
how many chucks can a wood chuck chuck
a giggle but not a true understanding
the beast licks the cycle of life and death
until death is life and life is death
the kind of tarp that's heavy and really keeps out the rain
all these dark eyes peering out of one head

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every alligator in its cage
I saw you there hanging out between the aisles
would acknowledge me neither but why
look at you miss Dickinson hiding behind the stairs
no visitors today
some child's toys on an old vanity wait
the tropical wall paper of this New England vibe
I've never felt this sequestering of personality
yeah you come out but you are scared to show
the rain is not like you
it knows its temperature
this cats eyes darken with the desire to be known
all those noir movies with the women based on that
no alley safe from hours
all dark and full of ash
the seance shows the madness and a child is safe
who put her where the scouts were
the tree is always forgiving
you two were surfer friends
in a unforgiving of your nature
a harbor grows cold along this evening tide

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sleeping out into the darkness without a thought
for where it lead, the eyes pale
and growing lighter in the stream along the wall
he could see his life in the white light
that grew in size along the wall of the cell
dying the triangle from red to black
there possibly being no evil in this world
how the diamonds hang upon the leaves
it makes us weep and not with joy
she was the sweetest mother in the world
who loved her dark son and had no control
he sits among his books and cassettes
the old sage but where his bride
a deep dark Texas town swallowed them
it was only the leviathan that made a loop
in this watery consciousness until there was rhythm
a pattern to mitigate all the phoniness
it slept on dime store counters
we enjoyed the chocolate covered bananas
having no idea what came out of the south
and would permeate our future day time dreams

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come and go with me, sing in Spring doubt is free
the challenges of mind only suggest we should lose it
more comfortable to keep it though
one sits deaf and can't hear even his thoughts
the other is a passive to everything by design
neither the twain shall meet. Ha! they live together
life tools in a shed are we
doubting our movements, scratching some surface
as if it wasn't right in front of us
we kill all and everything as if a pulsing
renamed killer as we watch her crunch the mouse's head
we are free to do as we wish including starve
starve the eyeballs out of heads
out of our neighbor's heads come the dressing down
we pretend to move with our own light
only most of the time as it winds down petrifying darkness
as if- you -one person could stop it
it now breathes without a machine
and thinks without concern of time
it is driving us after being driven by us
and it looks like charred wood

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stars framed by midnight
dice thrown into the cupboards of old ladies
who regain their youth as pigeons
we float down on winds of oar
the cantilevers bleed in the sound
stop chucky from murdering, you say
there is a liquid, it doesn't drip
the way you want it too
so they smother the kids with agents
dancing on water floats
pillar of cotton holds up paper and springiness
just give Pam five bucks
the coat fell into the closet of unforgivens
they ramped up before they hit the median
four kids in a black sedan
the sister as if knowing awaits the call
the call of wolves in the center atmosphere
it turns angelic on us
like caterpillars that eat our thrown up cookies
and the diaper smelled of peaches
as we climbed the tower of our own design

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you can't even understand the tumbling
the falling of the gloves from the tree
ping pong in a chest of drawers
every idea falls from its follower
scrambling in the whole
the weather changes and the windows cloud
then the face wrinkles into hand soap
a pang in the suit of hearts
they from the flowers a pewter design
the ground is riddled with ants
somehow September followed January
the folding of delicate chairs into peat
spring water pump goes chub chug bump
it is nearly winter again and hard to survive
that which is crystal and now is wind blown
no houses to buffer the sound
clouds bounce around
it is another clowns Christmas
Santa is singing to the dislexics
they are trying to get the sound of "the" as a picture
and send it home as song

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all ideas encapsulated in this grain of sand
where's the thing? is it slight of hand?
the mirage is all we see & when frustrated
many doors appear a pear given to an apple
an oriental as in relation to the occidental
more or less the same trick but one involves a smoking pipe
dazzle the community with your chest
Mr. Wu Ling are you not a disguise?
a many frustrated game of monopoly
or mono play a gross infraction in tweed
make no account of dispensary a rather hothead cackle
many b-l-a-c-k penguins in a sea of white
you are suggestible by lead pipe
maybe because I don't huff and puff over the dice
a dry sherry, thank you
for half a century men have gone and died
theirs was arrangements to meet the bull
we scream at the dead and headless
and he was stabbed in the back you say
the sand grows into the sun and the sand is on the sun
a funny thing of death becoming life and the opposite

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all the smiles are turned backward in their erasure
similes asides the fax cooked harbingers in the sand
billy had a bland bible story of which he bleached
I gave my offering to the has beens of the Lorca set
well if you ever give me trouble I'll hold ears at angle
and poor into them my lessons thought
tycooons butter toast in appropriate time signiture
better bless the cake
cheese sandwiches were served to the bar mitzva
a pure religion billy clubbed by death
every period in the text we had accidental turns
a harmony registered in its equal abrasion
as if it were to test a microbial debate
we paint these false majors to be minor
among the coated and the sleeveless terrain
you can't billy club and an idea if it's a gas
today the moon rises with a sun
a fathoming per glad
a giant hole in the brain
oil leaks
goose pillow red dawn

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long-spouted two-headed dog of our dreams
the palace of relative backwardness
The king is depicted on a high wooden mountain
in the sea of acquisitions
otherwise, she said, pull your head out of your ass
this, decorated with doves and snakes
they took the peyote and crawled deeper into the mountain
or volkswagon bug lined in velvet represents a womb
a place to crawl back to you when your personality splits
it was the organic lamb sausage that gave you away
examples of spears found under the spare
the bird calls he does with his hands grow in frequencies
there is nothing balancing these parallels
we discover golf balls in their pools
the goose attacked the drunken caddy
somewhere in the Baltic Sea,a cataclysmic shift
ancient people once lived here
we need not press two buildings into the sea
these are your eyes and they divine reality
azure and mixed with tilts and explosions
hanging so precariously in a Mesopotamia of DNA

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oh great and shifting paradigm
I bow down amongst your weed
I've seen your stories told
and the sands they were all gold
fashioned in these metals one by one
every grain of sand, fought for ideas in the loam
they keep themselves well hid
the gavel comes down on justice all alone
skis a priestess with a scepter
out on the deck the vista shown
there are many levels to this house
the ghost of objects and grass grown
needles in sidewalks crammed between ideas
cataleptic and fantastic on there own
I design my own automobile and my airplane flies low
among the purple weeds that never grow
the life I spent in half sleep I rent
the gravel of the bones they will not grow
you watch the smultz towering inferno of unborn cults
dazzling display in warm rain
I give you my hat,a multi-colored rat

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you have an eye on your vanity
you have a combed mustache or your mustache is a comb
as long as they have this beautiful face
they move their arms like windmills and cannot stop
you are about to fall off a catwalk
that is the beat of beats man
in the center of the eye a spiral
the moral of this story. try it
do not be one of the crowd
pull on your mask and say "this face?"
Desmond will take you dancing in the smoky basement
you will try to eat an electric fan
& believe it will vibrate your face
that beautiful face. "this face?"
you think maybe you went to boarding school
with Freud and a dart and a derriere
yes you, the beautiful redhead
you are a trained chimpanzee who doesn't believe
we will make a believer out you
you will hang in mid-air with dress hanging down
and wake up when you are laughing

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these golden spheres between life and death
rain on the answer of the bird
the crystals melt a glass rain
the space stayed there forever
and forever was a simple manikin pose
plied with time I stayed
the tea was delicious
how I coil and Spring was observed
her wings were long and red as sunset
faintly they dashed in the breeze
a kind of coat for the wary
the question of the obscene
seen through glasses of fog
tried in private
holding the mirror of unthought thought
bested lovingling
the glove sang with glee
the work of the wings is to fly
undaunted by magnificence of buildings high
planed smooth in the eye
can you imagine what the other guy thought

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here we are at the caustic V again
who wants to listen to that song over and over
but there is nowhere in this Okie land to go
where a wolf can get some privacy
nowhere in the channel or the annals
tiny crevices and canals
do I want to hear you play that trumpet
one more fuckin time my man
I don't want to hear that shit come from mouth
or anus I ain't your baby anymore
& it ain't 'cause you cheated on me
which you didn't, wish you had
it's just your playing that drives me away
into the woods where I meet other wolves
and they train me to be the other
and that's why they hate us
repetition repetition repetition
I heard that sermon before just like that joke
it always gets old and every occasion told
but play it again Sam
hit me in the head with the frying pan

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I was hangin with Bunk Gardner in the salad bowl
had to fork over the menage of troels
Grandpa's got nasty moles
what a lousy mother. If she were my daughter
I'd send it off without a stamp
then, you know, we had-a eat our tropes
it felt smooth as blubber
I tried to play with that song sixteen times
that's when I lost my mind. my tongue got forked
the sax went in different directions and up too
I kissed her nape and felt like an ape
happy Grandmothers Day Sally!
Let's hope it goes well or we'll be lost pudding
something's rotten in that sandwich
better not be estin it. might cause dissection
or perhaps bisection or some reflection
God! I hate this one
this one's gonna cause me my life
and in death the notion of life will just sit there
a turtle in the middle of the road
such a behemoth and gone like Friday

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opulent opals of desire
float down and out of this sound
I listen to every word you speak
emanating in and from cardboard rectangles
dispensable by nature we graduate our position
we smell the lavender in the slow field of perceptions
gradually there's smoke coming out from the blanket
note, this is not a dream
you dissolve into pig nature
the guitar wizard's closet opens with foot disorder
we plan a picnic on the border of violets
let your trumpet blow
he was driving a Ford Galaxy and it went
the river was as black as it could be
bridge night was Thursday and those ladies were fucked
I grabbed every dictionary and watched them tumble
into the grave and out of the womb
here comes the little indian with his call
I said nubile but meant nimble
suddenly I feel so lost and confused

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true evil is not your run of the mill
or possibly it is just that
that which just presses on without knowing
and then knowing and not caring
it loses sense of itself
two cats chasing each other endlessly into each other
nights pass into day again
and the opposite doesn't seem to happen
they never would mention it in a million years
for your 40th you received a vibrating corncob
the nation weeps for trained killers
it is your duty to pretend to weep with moaners
you put an endless shooting spree to death, America
and brothers attend not knowing what to expect
it's a game of cat and mouse only the mouse is giant
and terror is a favorite pass time
we live in the constant mind of an M
it is okay, all will be forgiven or left vapid
like a dime store notion of death
it is painted somewhere with the breath of life
enjoy your hotdog.

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fury
unicorn
dazzles
impunity
comparison
seekers
swept
earth
secret
building
detested
privacy
public
nightmare
bruised
peach
jar
lard
jagged
nose
brother

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out on the rolling sea like so many black aces
these hearts travel with thought of mind
that which turns itself inside out wondering
what is the right way to put right egregious wrong
afternoon and the last three they stare at me
from my high place but all is unknown
and still there are those that put their strictures on
as if these guiding principles will hold salt
these tears of Mary, a ray of light, I
put you out to sea, so little I know waking
Oh, how I love Jesus sailing his ship
the waters seem tranquil until you are near
might come with knight stick or herring
flush with pockets open, leather in the heart
the salt comes pouring out a mountain
and your steps through the brush quiet thoughts
the ever growing moment of truth it never comes
lay down my brother before the heart knows nothing
before sleeps capture its forever story
good and bad and in between always in between
like ghosts that haunt the in between statements

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hammers on delta
crammed into space
only not expected
something going wrong
wind tilted backward
into oval space
snapperhead in can
blown up dollar
they collar you
looks like vice
try to hang
made in Tianjin
boiled up supper
got the grip
banjo playin fool
grabbed my balls
hard to find
called the police
need a job
cry on command
ease into it

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blue moon and this house with the leather window
mirrors my mom outside with a rake
my dad sneezes "oh shit!"
the old garage catches fire & the chief of police
he smokes a big cigar
my neighbors are millionaires but they drive
small cars. There is a heart beat
but it doesn't know its own, thinks it's gray
that is why the moon just is
not a cursory thought as leather is laced
the strychnine nightmares of a gambler
who's got nothing to lose but loss itself
a character on some shelf of life
never gets written into its novel
how many its does it take to screw in a libel
I bring myself to the brink the channel energy
elsewhere where I might know it goes
eyeballs wander in three directions
and your pulse is taken by the night nurse
that is always your curse
and it belongs in the cabin of stove stokers

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these buildings and their lollipops
rearrange your desires and destinations
in this fire engine time is a flame thrower
the divine belly in a glass blown dream
cranked from the tractor oil night sky
I give you my hand as the substance wanders
he stood above and sprayed and dripped
the dragons appeared a gray, blue, aliseran crimson
the spray of warmth like steam on the face
this window of black leather that separates
us all by mirrors of mistrust is what we ask
when we ask the dust
the fuzz under chin in my mansion of time
is like a ghetto, err toward happy
the punk walked down the street with green
halo mohawk singing so loud it echoed on the houses
John Wayne was a fag as if it meant something
to sleeping angels in desolate holes
you cram it all in a bag and it retires in a frowz
the Nashua clicks with its heated lodgers
we put ice on our wounds then it's morning

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the apple falls from the tree
the tree is not far behind this time
the apple is blind to it's destiny
or is it they wonder staring up into something
they guess they gather some meaning of
it holds them in this mystery
and soon it fades as mystery
the closet of many unopened doors
the channel in which we tuned
the floating and swirling
of perfect nature scenes
the apple falls from its place
an unknown entity this time
a gross mistake we take for some idea
that we call ours but in truth is the glue
coming undone in the groaning upholstery
this chance appearance, the gross negligence
the tree is not knowing as much as it's known
it holds them wondering and those stars
it's captured are in nature a gross mistake
and that is when we have our second take

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today I saw a miniature person
spoke a language half doctor half hen
owing to the fact that he often inhabits a Siberian gnome
killing cattle and causing bad habits
birthdays are celebrated for an indefinite period
the house is given a rigorous future
during which he dwells upon request
at midnight under the bride's promise
wolves all do their share
since no deaths are caused by illness
hollow birds know all
a pair of twins fallen victim to occasional horse rides
whistling loud messages a few uncomfortable nights
one of the favorite postures is cuddling
the Yugoslavian sort gossiping, drinking, eating
in the alcove with wool hair and beams
Superman lost his strength
flaxseed is the secret the wife spins on her loom
this means, of course, completely nothing
to supply small rodents with winter
goblins are small little dudes dressed in black

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what a simple task
it never gets done
the earth it moves
the greatest to the weakest
in a moments touch
nothing for the fierce to understand
read your book and
forget some anger
it moves along in digits
and trails in numbers unknown
you p[ounce) the only trail
one left alone, one left aside
you must attend the gathering
it will be you to fire melt
a canker on some religion if not yours
on the ceiling hang the animals of your desire
the fire of the penticle
the knowing of the dying
outcast for the time it took
but the balance is in the mirror
and the cast of the sable cloak

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crack god save me from the devil's stare
don't freeze my wind horse with your battle axe
I'm just luxuriating in my lazy ass ways
the guitar goes blingity bling bling bling
without arrogance my open heart became a light
which to read my wary fortune
I gave my boots a shine like the moon
rear guard country boy dumb enough to travel on
to overcome certainty is utterly fruitless
don't be cruel with the light behind me
it is nine cats to wonder and two to shun
I'm just a country boy and the lord is on my mind
feeling that certain ticking of a near wound down watch
the devil leaves on his own stage
a parrot whispers something as it locks me in its cage
let your wisdom connect the power lines
pee a stream of microbial wonder
the wheel of fortune is the wheel of doom
the road out of town is blocked by a bathtub
hmm! fireworks might have flavor
and it might be yellow like chicken