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inter spliced and graded
A dog walks without owner
Thank Allah! Lay down your bombs
and shut off the faucets of blood
Oranges on the kitchen table
begin to mold
They match the sorrow
and when tears break loose in fire
we'll know we are in the garden
not as metaphor only
Many a blood bath
the dog needs
He nips my heels with that sort of
noncommittal gile that I learn to love
I'm a haystack in a feild of bushels
purple with eyes and cool
as ivy
crawls on your deathbed
breaks the dirt
and lets a little ocean in
this year I won't stress maybe

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today, I wrote this song
so I will cheat
and place it here
as a way for me to hear
and to remember.
"When the moon is rising/
they go insane/
Nearly freezing/
In this black/ Oct-ober rain/
No money for groceries/
only for cane//
That fermented cane//
It gives them warmth/
and keeps them sane/
Oh hear the laughter/
through a black/
October rain//
When the moon is rising/
I'll catch that train/
that takes me away//
from a black October rain

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for 8/27/10

halo of bugs
and when they eat you
harmony and mold
doesn't the gnat pile up
ailing foghorn
my last image lost
under carpet of plankton
you might grow in numbers
but your potency lacks
because of language
yet the listening would rather die
with those words in their ears
that very moment when they are dead
and somehow still walk the earth
take pleasure in the pain of others
never getting innocence
when it glows so wide
in a child's eye before knowing
that everyone is corrupted
The hairy man shoveling asphalt
who knows the smell of earth
by memory

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oceans of blue
baby is glue too
eyes don't see anymore
what the mind wants them too
get away with as little as possible
so the corruption buckles under
new light of day
the poisons released
new sun
don't believe in any phenomenon
broken locks, broken doors
pray to an empty god cellar
erase all past lives
psst! new life
old life, all the sane to me
but what is peculiar
is the under lying fear to live it
or is it but confusion
what time we bring in the wheat
and what time it rots away
like a summer's day

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face recognition
and peeled away reality
smoking mirrors
you won't talk to me ever again
instead I talk to people I know
so little
along an ocean
a chair sunk in sand
and because we are who we are
the sand is silver
it holds together by moonlight
cows chew cud
there is an explosion at he enzyme plant
another event to put on the calendar
made 7 lbs. of sway
and caterpillars might be
eating your trees
but you don't mind
just another end of the world
scenario and who is who
etc.

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all the candor off
bleep it tee bleep
off
the building glide off
candor
bill of sale
bleep
you pray handily
breaking wind
pay the gas bill
all the candor off
bleep it tee bleep
'til the till works out
red hair and curls
I love the love live
all the candor off
bleep it tee bleep
set sail for Newark
city of submits
can't wait to greet you
with my lips

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whose equal they think they are
vacillating between what you think
and what is really real
flying from one doorstep to another
hoping that the warmth within
will calm the unsettling storm
Kill all they will if it makes you happy
but do it with fervor
and blood on your tongue
Don't be a fool
eradicate all that makes sense
not to you
only what is near
The doctor is up your nostrils
with fanfare, luxurious meal
of bones and children's brains
Time to stop the denial game
the red rabbit is kept
like a pet in the dark
shine the light
on the velvet and fine fur

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watch them apples
as they undo the trees
paint the sky in my own tone
there were times when going out
to be in was out
way out
that kid who took lithium
mostly to get over
a girlfriend
mind goes wobbly
he said
I loved to paint so much
that time was grand and mixed
sidewalks so straight
great bookstore
the mind just seemed to melt in
now time is different
there isn't that wonderful lag
where you feel possibly screwed
and Georges jukebox under water tunes
watching Steve Martin movie at Magoos

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in the moment 17 influential people not in order
Curt Kobain
Travis Bickle
Georg Trakl
Emory Ketch
Beverly Ketch
Alta Finn
to get the fam in there
D. Boon
Daniel Higgs
Conrad Capistran
Jeremy Pisani
Beer Drinkers United
Dave Stacey included
man! this list making sucks
who am I going to leave out
Philip K Dick
Jeremy Rendina
Todd Colby, hate to say it but true
Ian Anderson, my 12 year old fan, ditto
John Larson, childhood friend, Greg Petrovato

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Achmed out on bail
lives in a village of his own design
The questions are climbing ladders
let the ladders be the questions
we'll climb
and high above the new fanged hick talk
that's been brewing the tea
A sea storm
a seal broken, piss the old men
in diapers
It's only worth watching if you are dead
which clearly you aren't
when reading this
nothing else exists beyond this
we all know
but in denial be thinkin those buildings came down
by some enemy hand
when in fact it is the state
and brokering of all last deals
you may as well join Al Qaeda
and drop the u

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Oh porous rock
when the shiny closets of doom are exposed
and the feeling of boneless hand
squeezes your head
How can you not walk down the street alone
with all the frozen treats dripping
Something speaks from salivary glands
oxygen conformities
I feel better in your presence
and better still in your bed
a mirror has come unhinged
by the weight of its own hand
measuring our our terrors in nuts
falling from higher trees
Oh slippery turf
of surface so melded to the foot
that gravity is an art
a closed space
There's not getting in
but out is better
for tight walkers only live

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as we race to the end
what is the end we race to
like children the street
our palms burn and itch
love lies bleeding
in a field
is what you see from a window seat
diving bell and lead boots
the deaf refuse the use
the sightless offer of themselves
I smell a hunger
a sense of elopement creeping up
around a center, a false center
around the dividing line, also false
false by perception
the orgone accumulator
knows not what time it is
but when a world gone mad
asks questions
of a world gone mad
taking sips from a bitter cup

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being completely exhausted
building
there are no walls but those you build
building
tearing down all those walls because of nonsense
building
there are no perspectives that join us
building
I call you my baby girl in jest
building
you say "I'll punch in the arm so hard."
building
crouched down in the truck tire because betrayal
building
the perfect alibi didn't and never does
building
we die in what we wear
building
but life has a crisper idea of what is worn
building
but not building posts that stand

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You have a difficult time
and time is not all there is
call it quits and start again tomorrow
When I thinks, I fall asleep
controlling your restlessness today
It's probably smart to just
break an egg
as the outgoing Sagittarius Moon visits
your aging mother
If you can't concentrate
the short end of the stick may a measure make
House of Short Trips
on maps of short travel
you haven't made much progress
but somehow you just love the color yellow
You might even make an extra run
some priority toward your death
Don't be too self-critical now
as you near your bedtime
run to the store or head out to the mall
where an escalator goes up and one comes down

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for 8/14/10

wet blanket
bowler hat
skeet ball
melted fuzz in the tree tops
dragon fly
mother's milk
supper group
melted sense of reality expression
dog days
Saigon Rock
trick door
Atom Heart Mother in my basement
slow death
sleep fast
breakfast roll
When I works, I works hard
slow road
better builder
death trip
Captain Trip and his flea market tent
revealing all and everything and nothing

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was in the fortnight the devil came
crystal lined and full of grace
when the bloom was on the sage
someone other's vanity seems twice as odious
as yourn when in mourning
life does decay
like a slipper in hay
Why neglect the night to sleep
for comfort may mean a short end
when all is burning bright
But sometimes life has its need to slumber
the time when back broken
along strands, time
clock broken in middle english
dock worker, lust
some fish on clothing breath
equal to nothing
These are our words within worlds
meaning is attached to all we say
even when nonsense predominates
and slow absences gain ground

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what chapel you in
how do you get out
in/out and maybe
dial it up/dial it out
majick and logi
they leave it all in behind
are you going to make me do it
lie down
as the building lies down
in the universe
universe imperceptible
why we are caught up in sex dreams
let go and releave
relet the notion
coin and the no coin
diaspora of all knowledge
little and belittled
growth of angels
in a bottom bottle
how much you guess
when a fool upside down

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the heroine sits under a shade giving tree
a heroine is scene through a bifocal
we are lost in heroine myths
swept up in the heroine's storm
black is the heroine's curse
the heroine is all that is beautiful
and laced in death, the heroine
walks on heroine tight walks
upon a city of heroine
This black angel is a heroine
among the geese flying toward the heroine
The night walker comes upon the heroine
heroine walking in the veins
And death burns the heroine
we are mystified by the heroine
and yet we are all in love with the heroine
who falls again and again from being heroine
this is the heroine's curse
the belly of all deceit is the heroine's needs
and yet we need the heroine
and the heroine loves us

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for 8/13/21

the hero brings the fire back
when a hero, you make a pact
a hero stands at the gate
it does not need to open for the hero
the hero wears the costume of a crow
a hero is in a night and day cycle
a hero is depressed and happy
heroes kill and are killed often
a hero thinks and is left to no thought
some heroes are the agents of chaos
you bring your hero and I'll bring mine
and we will dine with heroes
Are there any true heroes left
is often the question asked about heroes
there is also the heroic question
should I be a hero?
Some would say it is not heroic to ask that
others would say "why be a hero"
This may be the question that brings the hero down
or maybe the hero doesn't hear it
either way, they will no acknowledge being a hero

45*21

this kid
like me
running around
the bullhorn
don't stifle
that unwanted energy
it pulses
part of the dwarf
star system
don't go
back in
no pot vein
or place to be
the atomic clack
of pool balls
in the not fair world
of little kiddom
you won't know when
you've landed
until the time has come
and all of it undone

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guileless and transcendental
I see your back
It appears to me in a dream
I am back in the well
documenting stars
The light of night
10 times the power of day
When I got my skin stripped away
The water wasn't enough
Vietnam
The USA suffers you
in depths undisclosed
we can not tell lies
but lie is all we do
as if it was a move
on planetary backgammon board
All we do is die
and wish we lived
but behind the scenes
man is a cucumber
first picked with its spikes

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gray green rimmed sphere
Wilkum and the patterns
that adorn your skirt
when is there trouble in numbers?
when they fold in
and some say when they hear god speak
the rain gets in the bottle
your own human insecticide
the plane and the candle ride
In the cave they invite light
into a kind of blackness
no one describes
car spins on a cartoon oil slick
we get greased by slow design
why others might get caught
in a middle amplitude
pull the shades and look
deep between
crevices in a mirror
that drips out life by the ounce
so there we are tuning our find

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breathe out argon
you talk to easy about dying
when dying is the dilapidated building
constituting the farm
let your skates bite and hiss
someone who beckons them from the ice
always the sinister ice
Ice the sinister breath
The easy talk of argon
but what of Valeria
The vast vast fields of it
six live sables
Sables live in fields in barns
in tape recorders turned on and off
Off and on and life sound
The sound of doing nothing
watch out! Jackson!
Alone in my float tank listening
to the electron show that is my body

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in the channels
where we swim
the delight is too great
it breaks and makes us
There are no ones
though we'd like to think they are
behind swollen eyes
a caterpillar eating leaves
We leave ourselves to sleep
There is only splendor in that
which we know is real
He'll stay up until he falls deep
into the lather
Why question the things we know?
These are the insides rearrange the outsides
until we slide
from bush to bush
You are no different from plant
The ingredients the same
when looking deep
into death's pool

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every pedestrian moment
our lives move in these great spaces
carved from wood
and smoothed in shapes
the mouth opens
space vehicles doused in grays
I left my sense of reality at home
The cars pull away from the curb
tress are umbrellas
There is no sense we knew each other before
yet the lightness of conversation
breaks open
Other notions
planet escape
I love the instance
and I like the speech
There is a moment
cradle your thoughts
bring it all to us
weaving codes
on bottle of absolute message

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blue elephant
mysteries
all caught up in the concrete
an ancient alphabet
may as well be cuneiform
the deliberation of all
we did make good unification
deliberation
Muddy Waters
on his porch
eating the most greasy jowls
and all we can think of is
cellophane
wrapped around twice with microphone
and how the Dixie cup phone came to be
and if we begin at an ending
and start from the middle
look inward and divide
twin splinters
and a coat peg to hang from
in most blue moon light

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too crazy getting pulled over
adrenaline making me think things
untrue
the magnitude of all the things
could happen
the night skies full of stars
may your cowboy hands weigh over me
with sleep
no rockin thing
all the fucked up shit we did as kids
no one will forget
except us
bewildered cats
a frog lands on your head
better than a bat
all the crazy feelings and speculation
of being young
and older, it arises
in slight crisis
when you are the pilot of your airship
and it comes down like star might
when in whispers
the blindfold lifted
two slender points in the distance

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kindergarten kindergarten kindergarten
kindergarten
Death death death death death death
kindergarten kindergarten kindergarten
kindergarten
High School High School High School High School
Death death death death
kindergarten kindergarten kindergarten
kindergarten
High School High School High School High School
College college college college
Death death death death
kindergarten kindergarten kindergarten
kindergarten
Lizards lizards lizards lizards
college college college college
kindergarten kindergarten kindergarten
kindergarten
High School High School High School High School
Death death death death
college college college college

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going forward in the blindfold
not like being folded by the blindness
that which is sun spots
so that you are unable to see
beyond a visor, beyond the windshield
into some place
out of this comes the place
then sit down with it
the practice is in the choosing
everybody forgets
Little bits of this
The cool taste of Chardonnay
the first time you took it to the tongue
broken out of time
released into some seance
The Bible on the black table
gives you a set of ideas
about this small room
and the inhabitants of this house
creates a sense of what it is
to break away

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for 8/2//10

Quiet
but not quite alone
in life mysteries
Will we feel the solar storm
Quite!
but not in our hearts
as we are left alone
to miseries, whatever they are
Quietly
chiseling away somewhere
where you can not be felt
by repudiation or lack of dream
Quite so!
where this is concerned
we'll leave you to what we know
I never got paid for knowing
Quiet now!
You know
quite well
what is now known
to quiet

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I count on fingers the dogs age
pump myself full of little toad stools
The diabetic needle of my childhood
weren't mine but a Bebe
and she was unaware of the frog torture
and why the hell would I ever throw bricks
at cars
I blame it on the Catholic Church
The day in day out ritual
that in the end, rots your soul
Someone's got to be forgiven
for something
It makes you bang fists so hard
listen to the bones break
What a calamity we come in to life for
Bare feet in tall grass
The dew is beginning to evaporate
loud engines in old cars
A muscle generates an ache
We pull ourselves from the grave
and told we are to behave

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for 7/27/10

every deep and purple hollow
I lose my footing
The speech of restless animals
a portrait maker, portraits made
a losing ground among Queen Anne's lace
and bachelor buttons
I make a solitary sandwich
you taste with your teeth
what you can't feel with your hands
the statues wooden hands
when it rains
and little flowers wake up
the double rainbow
The baby can never stop crying
A mother's caress as simple
as the need for rain
at this moment when everything thirsts
equal moments given to equal measures
the yardstick cracks
I guess we'll just get more mellow
and for happiness

for BD