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woke up around 11 AM today
staring at the sun
the moon may have been there too
there are families
there are trees
knocked upon like a door
the babies come gladly
everybody is happy to see
the great splendor
vanilla chocolate swirl
oif, the back ache
walking like they do
hunched and happy
despised by none
the gladiators of our day
I held the sun with one finger
and watch a gentle wave
the eye never has caught
just an instant and we're gone
like so many rugs
on the walls of Byzantine castles

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there's no holding on
the wind is too strong
Dixie when the heart wanders
do you ever wonder
effortlessly without feeling
the tempest is a stranger
stranger than we want
the corners hold reflection
doubt is our inspection
climb the walls of guilt
behind the face of solitude
desperate missiles are launched
if you are pregnant we'll have another
I wonder when the end is here
is it in my ears
the community gardens
are the microcosms
of all that sound
and around surround
tiles on floors
and ever opening doors

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another Congolese angel
conjuring the light fantastic
from the myopic inward
the rain fell in bucket
upon the cathedral
windows open in December
stars illuminating the inside
but when we glow
the orange shade breaks dot dot
and more than not we'll watch
the celluloid is fed to the sprocket
the old man mews like a cow
he is more child than most
something of frost on the trees
we mellow with time
but will our interests ever grow the same
child minister
with a spinster in barn
the door flaps open with the wind
we never go anywhere
she says

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there is no bluejay way
is there a bluejay way
a scaffolding to the sky tower
my heart goes thumpity thump bump
as I float effortlessly toward the ceiling
then think of the genuine
and the not so
a perfect conspiracy
the blockheads win
what will the bank say
you got no bank
no reason to exist
in terms of the alley
and those practitioners
who lose all their life
to sacrifice
the old country doctor knows
life comes
and then it goes
and what's in between
is all that matters

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I'm lost inside a viral tendency
I'm lost aside a viral tendency
Well I know
and I've died
Lost inside a viral tendency
I man plays harmonica
blatant
subtle moon in oily clouds
disappearance of that sound
brief are the movements
of stone
but a sound grows inside
a vague sand
makes all perimeters grow fern
G I V E YOU MY LOVE
listing tower in the glow
bit the weight time
and aloha asparagus
captain of the sideshow
owls perch under
sandstone

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why, with all the murky madness
tomorrow's another day
they say
and the children of yesterday will talk
and they will not know
but tomorrow returns
on a disc of today
we drown our sorrows
in any elixir possible
smoke it away too
there is no disappearing act
only finality
it is a whisper away
and yet new life comes into being
and we are thankful
and it lasts
and we take care of it
and so happy to
even the gruffest of us knows
the sorrow it takes to live
and we age

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blah blah blah
blah blah
ha blah ha ha
blah
blah hablab blab
ha bla
he he
ha bla blah
concrete
blab
blah balah
bah bah
black sheep
black blab
bin blab blah
blan but blab
blabby can blab
snab
blah blad
blabinato
blab scab

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white light
light steel
steel clouds
clouds extinguished
extinguished time
time piece
piece of cake
cake walking
walking talk
talk miles
miles reduced
reduced selection
selection session
session ale
ale brewer
brewer's yeast
yeast accumulator
accumulator missing
missing foundation
foundation open
open air

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later amber
they drove their truck
and chased the wild turkey
made gun shot sounds
from their faces
the truck went in reverse
made reverse gear sound
when you are in downward facing dog
there is a robe
it is empty with paint on it
you see it as if in a magnifying glass
they were swimming and they were laughing
exhausted and drunk
the lumbering car
some said "smart faces"
her teeth were like alligator's
some sad violin
teeth in black light
later amber
the fruits and vegetable section
someone is drifting

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for 5/21/10

I thought the milk man disappeared
but how do you disappear when a bug in a jar
when the jug sits in the window
window slightly open
black hornet
baby wiggles on the blanket
on the creaking wood floor
the laughing Buddha statue
a foot high above the baby
Brazilian pop music
turns slightly sinister
the wall between this dimension and another
is hardly transparent
make a tomato sauce
the child clings to the pool wall
screaming and crying
a mother is looking through
a window
onto vibrant green grass
as everything dissolves
a frog leaps forth

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on the edge of this landscape
blackness
we want friends
and they gladly come
to the life charade
and then sometimes
deeper trends are felt
this song never ends
nor do any
why sometimes structure over feel
and all that seems great is felt
you are a Bolshevik snake
in a wilderness of running lawn mowers
you don't care for it
and then your head wants to split
well, there are no seams
only screens
Take him away from the screen
light penetrates
is captured
insects

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that incredible state of worthlessness
pulls a person by the heels
there's now rhyme and reason
you wonder how to get beyond the vine
sleep dear sleep
witness
s'posed to be the sporting life
well, ha! It is
don't yell about spilled beer
what's eatin at you now
the towers that are being built know
all the cranberry sauce in a void
portraits begin to amass
as if it were ever
slow to be never
when your cloud is lined with....
count the numbers
the slow ceiling of sunrise
the horses at the gate
of it's rise
dawn

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for 5/15/10

You are a marsupial hanging out
in a lilac bush. You are regal
We eat cornishons and drink strong beer
The vegetarian is peeing in the woods
Adds nitrogen to the soil
Maybe prevents bear from eating bean stocks
It is science or it is wives tale?
Build a rustic tool shed for the tools
Let the light be bare and dim
Your feet are uncovered from the soil
They are bare and white
The dog licks them
There is no "come to consciousness"
The winter, harsh, cold, gives way
Spring brings many grasses
Out comes the beekeeper in you
Smoke calms the bees, go in
with your bee helmet a smoker
A swarm of the lost in Florence
Someone released the queen
I chauffeur one up to Goshen

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for 5/15/10

They lapse in judgment
when the shoe hits the head
you get all the acclaim for the moment
Rugs are constantly being pulled
Somehow, you are the center of the universe
and then the speakers get blown
You begin to enjoy English (Pirate)
The world is consumed by ships
All of a sudden, on this island
I smelled the freshly baked rhubarb
dances begin suddenly, end abruptly
A collapse of all sides
We keep coming back to the universe
Ideas for infinity
You get 00 tattooed on your wrist
maybe it was an 8
either way you speak of the olif
told me it was the concept of the finite
in infinity that is only concerned
with mind's eye
projected on the screen of perception

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there are whytle kastles
the porcelain breaks
the masks
the bristling masks
centipedes
antelopes
the village idiot carries a purse
loaded with gold ducats
suffering succotash
the evening fields filled with watermelons
strings on the purse break free
parking meters burst with coins
the streets explode with steam
a single metal paint can splashing
white
an airplane
with static all around
passengers quiet in their seats
dark gray clouds
and above them
rain

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Light
little challenges
my body felt broken
across stairs
Little known alley
among the trees
it's so hot
in the house
melted trees
in playgrounds
those keeping track
eligible for everything
the diaper weighs
at the door
of the Golden Dawn
I hear chimes
and my mind
flickers
it's the cowboy
and you better hope
he only appears once

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May comes, crust and bones
the earth is just a measure of us
hands pulling coarse rope
life has felting behind it
hinged, the window smacked open
clouds are cow pastures too
the giggles erupt, time gets slow
yellow everywhere
one screen is replaced by another
now, looking at green alone
we think of red, dark and thick
not the kind of red that lets the sun in
very very soft music
or we call it that
but it is not made by the human mind
it's the night's fur rubbing together
in unison with half a minds closing
the ego arises like a greeting card
there are no worries
we'll just follow and fluster
in shades of our own making

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there are clues
come unglued
the rules gone
do not flood a
system of dos
and don'ts in
one calendar
our ceilings a
kind of green
weathering a
thought forms
but it feels so
irrelevant to a
we are in. Not
that anyone is
thinking about
this very often
asked question
among a kind-
ness embraced
by just a few of

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you would be there
there
face, let it be evasive
the night man closes the door
good morning!
Bright sunshine
lemon yellow
surfboard
against the aqua wall
a sea dog floats on concurrent waves
last remnants of radio static
a road closes into itself
the millionth minded mom
the gentle organ floats above it all
"Those kids don't know what they're doing"
the mighty trick been played on us all
the plants grow in the evening light
then we smell the sweet ether
the pillow dividing us
as a twig in amber

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let it lay, you say
dormant
the key to all existing is not always in the acting
but beyond the acting
the muddled mind grows
tentacles
it becomes something of a garden
you are forgotten
this is the pyramid
the pillar is absent
subvert normality!
Out Of The Blue
is a boiling down of Crowley's life
There is the impulse the true reality into focus
that which is not tainted by everlasting hope
this is one function of a certain kind of movie
when we leave the theater, however, we
come back to exactly the same situation we left
though temporary like all else
Duchamp's window of black leather
replacing the glass

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out of the blue
and into the hopper
you never knew so much ego
or ergo
hopped up
the gelatin C capsule
the arm lets loose from unknown socket
there is no armature
gladiators with hip pockets
the lands of kind deception
never so real as yesterday's knowledge
let loose like a gable of time
That was a cheap shot
the cats of alien camps
That's funny
there are no alien camps
Now, pulling one's self together
rocks meet ledge
the campfire of true amalgamation
is truth doubt truth doubt
along the riverbank

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the costumes were various and ornate
like the life on the street
a bell went off in the dark center of town
you have to learn to stroke the ego
hold it like your crystal ball
As teenagers we all went to the mono clinic
the pyramid with the eye
which also serves two purposes
the ego tries to clamber, make a little loot
when he opened the dark passage
we saw the branches aflame
and yet another pyramid
some call it the sphinx
we are all related going further back then we know
perhaps imploded stars
In the mirror, I saw yet another pyramid
my vantage was the base of the pyramid
it reflected the night sky
and music, not so ancient
but it's date indeterminable
ah! he says, but I know

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sometimes, life just sings
with a cavernous beauty
we take deep breaths
and let the water rush through
Other times, the bugs get at you
skin sticky, you get bothered
and yet, other times, it is cold spring
it gets under the skin
I don't want to do shit
and so you don't
activities that you love are triangles
and the boring get more boring
same opinions, same story
who's reading it
don't bring a country instrument to the way out
they just won't let you in
and if they do, they won't like it
the device which turns the world on
is so elusive, and driven by an edgy desire
try to get it
& blow it out your blow hole

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Lord Jesus Christ was run down
by a Monte Carlo
and it's hard to believe, hardly
The Ghost of our consciousness knows
we believe in what we don't believe
knowledge is just endless train
thank you Michael
The healing power of the sky is unjudged
we plug and we plug
but listening low
has us nothing know
so that's alright
you'd like to imagine
everything in even temper
but the tempos is not even
just a gradual resistance to the whole
& get unglued by the minuet
the dance that equals wall space
we disappear again and the n again
it disappears, but it it knows nothing
when you're twelve the perve is in the pink hat

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If you live on this planet
then you'll understand us and them divisions
and those who are given the license
to do just that
And we are divided by stance
but if you are on the cruise
then the blind eye is the only passage
now, when you open your eyes to really see
the magnificence that is in flux
that moves through us in every way
sometimes the pain crops up and leaves us
so slip into the cave
the court of appeals is it's own cave
for if there is a revolving door putting you in the street
why not stay there
safety is relative
there is no division but that which is made up
by the industry that chooses
but in our sleep state
we are not part of the State
we are it's puppet
unless consciously choosing otherwise

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just that there's music
lemon on the mind
the trees sway and sing
just that there's embedded knowledge
a light weight to nature
until you get to the knuckle
just when the in between is enough
the cloud of doubt swamps the plane
the air conditioners don't work
just when you throw out the window
the mind doctor makes the rounds
in a color form
just and not proven just
the gladness gets bagged
a differential, ask the mechanic
just as we lower ourselves into the the cave
the equilateral triangle
that might hang above us
just becomes that which is not fixed
but holds us in our way
tilted and a mask

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Ajax fought Hector
Hector ignored an omen
omens tell the future
future, not in the past or the present
present in everything we see
see beyond the sea
sea bearing creature
creatures are we
we live and create everything and nothing
nothing in everything is still not
not what we know but what is unknown
unknown knowledge is a weakening in the wall
walls are made to fall from
"from whence we came" is the term
terms of everything we are regulated by
by the act of nature
nature of the unnatural act
act upon us in our sleep
sleep and be kind
kind but not blind
blind but for the light

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I read the sign, it read no bozos
I thought, ok arms buzz with electricity
very huge bug bite on my neck
I went walking in the forest
I went walking yesterday
Yeah, and deep in there a pool of light
equaled a radiance matched only
of unexpected sky light
when you come into cavernous room
it rips open the space a little
well. rips is a little harsh, maybe
you looking for a psycho-passionate animal
instead of male totem pole
sacred blind bliss
dogs roll back and forth upside down
in such deep green grass
she looked at me and said
you are crippled by your intelligence
and I thought, funny
I never been called intelligent
to my face

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they squawk as we talk
deep down, there is no deep down
just the only way to describe it
well, that is not true, but is the convenient lie
same with these pre-supposed structures
easily lead to pasture
now there's a cliche
well is melting today
all that was the ice in the muscles
they sat over
they stayed still
the pose
had it everything that was ah!
well, yes, of course
and that conveyance
less likely they realize exactly
when it happens
but all that is gray may actually be yellow
yellow men who turn your castles into sand
not exactly
but this is not cliche

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you can't always coalesce
the sciences speak
but it is mostly just called SCIENCE
the world reality
I prefer the sciences
as they still hold a mystery
turn on the oven and walk away
the wilderness in broad
blindfolded we walked through the woods
we were open sense material
what is that bird that makes the single note
that mimics us when we talk
even the trees in their bending speak
you may think there is no mystery
come unglued and take out a shopping mall
or laugh yourself into a stupor
but the sciences are hidden in modes
and glue is just sap
when you tap the tree
or when that little leaf on the rose bush appears
we bought from the masters of production

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all these
and not whatever
there was one
we all come from Atlantis
and it's all just in our minds
but the avenues are a bit flirtatious
and the boulevards are out right ostentatious
but low and behold
the calendar doesn't
but the deep est sound
in the dark est
corner
deeper go our minds
it is just a canal
a root
did you know?
tree roots have their own dump
wouldn't the trunks just rot in the ground
we like to alter nature
by adding to the ludicrous heap
our natures are in that nature