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I am the one who did it
dad did it too
even eventual cognoscente understanding
at and Alaskan we know it, I
weave it into a slow latitude shift
in my knock knock a leeche hair
to understands it for all
have and have a nothing
notch to push the ring
O ring for the not gathering
the sea salt is just an otter
half friendly may come up
in an appreciation of air
nothing keeping them from the top
gallon & it smiles
to the unknowing eye
over the rolling wave
it still lingers on
toward the end of time
no time to look
or be looked at now

45*21

life sets you up for the many misery
& you take it like a soft blow
that disappears you from your tentative self
that same self that is the fire
unfreezing you from yourself
these chambers of hell are better in some ways
or most ways from that protestant sense of heaven
which no one but pussy pie eaters want to go
all mortgages cleared
ha! if that is the subterfuge you want to mess in
well, fuck yah!
we all lose in the end
the rope is cut and forever gone
life is a bowl of cherries
let 'em sit too long or just long enough
& you'll see the stain
& if you like them cherries you'll like the stain
oh what a masquerade
but at least it's yours
so call the shots
I'd like to say that's what they say

45*21

oof! the dogs are partying pool side
cranberry sauce and lemony souflet
I had my head shot retaken for it is
and I am not always a measure of a
a quiet sound behind velvet lightly
dangled in front of my brain hurts
real bad pour that Gator Aid on me
man bind and quarter us like pygmy
warriors out for a good time after a
lengthy conversation with the devil
behind the detail trains get derailed
a temple to keep the brain from all
out wandering. Wouldn't want the
dogs getting on you for the wrong
word or backstroke of hand baby a
roll around this planet with you is
all that the master painted it to be
along these roads we go unfazed by
our own handwriting how fast it all
goes down into a history of no digit
to punch along your lasting similes

45*21

truth isn't true
and some will put it on religions to decide
or political babel forked up in a manure of reality
it all depends
on how you feel
I mean as they go, not making you
out as a perfect ass, but maybe a longing
Don't break that door
the one that keeps you pondering
that fever of life.
Don't lose that key
it's shaped in 6 the every man's puzzle piece
there are no end roads
release the red rabbit
all undone deeds come to a yellow moon
where you will be howling
don't murder me
the last thing anyone considers
until it all adds up
and the dead doesn't know, sorry
this lake of consciousness is almost dry

45*21

this is how you create your own nightmare
by doing things you know are not becoming
more than slumming in your environment
but deepening the wound by hiding it
because knowing is sometimes dangerous
the plane crashes in the deepest water
but the body gets hung up on the reef
you know you are responsible for the skull in the deep
then you drift into a shallow sleep
breathing and not breathing
the strangling sound of a distant clarinet
the face of a baby clown
hi buddy been waiting for you all your life
he's grilling hotdogs outside the automatic doors
inside, the smell of air conditioning and meat.
high school sweat, the grief and guilt of masturbation
Mike the manager's a real asshole
to the bathroom to read the news & locate the two-wheeler
for the beer heist later on
when it's time to roll Kurt Needle's jeep
out at the lagoon

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you a hostile cliche?
what-a-ya call it
That's differnt
and now ladies and gentlemen the hungry eye
next to Iowa
she pushes her hair up into a pineapple
where you at now
before I dig a brick wall
come on, let's get an egghead
there is no homecoming
That's differnt
I appeared in The Reporter
and skins both knees
Oh yes! Omaha!
daddy's in the car with a frozen turkey
I said it
a college girl in a bible pose
and the carved head of Chief Keokuk
where you at now?
and fry ourselves into a sack race
this was the movie banned in all states of disbelief

45*21

and now ladies and gentlemen the hungry eye
before I dig a brick wall
there is no homecoming
daddy's in the car with a frozen turkey
and the carved head of Chief Keokuk
That's differnt
where you at now?
she pushes her hair up into a pineapple
and skins both knees
this was the movie banned in all states of disbelief
I appeared in The Reporter
a college girl in a bible pose
I said it
come on, let's get an egghead
and fry ourselves into a sack race
what-a-ya call it
Oh yes! Omaha!
next to Iowa
That's differnt
where you at now
you a hostile cliche?