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I will again
for light trans versatile
forms no orb
but the moon is that
and has
but one viewer
or a thousand
winter growth now
it is what calms
and later light shows
not what seems growing
all tiny caterpillar
grow
from the seed make all spring
the water eventual
caterpillar
the growth along these twig
not always twine
with all notions
and so this early early morning
moon

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let little light in
fold back and rearrange that thinking
'til it becomes something of a pillow
hit it with your fist to fluff
the air gets in and causes little cracks
they burst open with laughter
causes bones to soften
the reflection is not reverse this time
it is exactly the way it is
is it way the exactly is it
time is not reverse this reflection the
bones causes to soften
with laughter they burst open
cracks and causes air in the little gets
fluff your fist hit it with
pillow of a something 'til it becomes
that thinking rearrange and back fold
in light let little
song from this comes
little light let in
thinking and fold back rearrange that

For sale: my head
you can't own it, but with it
you can walk downtown
place a beautiful bet on getting lost
in a unique garden
and yodel
unique potential
in the main office
get lost in willfulness
around the corner
and bathe in light
a wood stove sends up yellow smoke
in the city of London
lots of updates
too big to breech
& chicken soup
with swelling vegetables
but where is your heart
and they say it "divorce"
as if we had a choice
but when hope is the only thing

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you are a saint in rubber boots
a doctor in a hat too big by two sizes
a Catholic without a heart
a dog without a priest
a calling card with zebra stripes
a suit with too many pleats
the sky's got too many stars tonight
it's giving me vertigo
I puked the color of Godzilla
in a fire of white flame
and rearranged the letters to spell Liza Gold
sweet Liza with breath of kumquat
how does your garden grow
I watched your breath on that silvery winter night
as the cars peeled out in jest to you
you munched french fries in the side show
and we made love like rummy clowns
in diapers made of silk
on the last day of the World's Fair
that year when ice cream was invented
a lasting toast to a misbegotten rite

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I need your mind for a second
how old is the tree that grows inside
when your heart becomes glass it breaks
there are sectors within sectors
and when you pull the little string
hear the bluebird's wings as they brush the collar
I'll take a cup of tea
for a minute we stare deep into the cave
I'm not saying you're being stupid when you whisper high
and the single embers rise and dance
your mind in a need for a second
it drags on like a horn
when you figure how the pieces are put together
it will be a trick for the wilderness of candy
I haven't hypnotized you yet
yet you dazzle with imperfection
it is not your fault anymore than time
the boat is moored to the candlestick
can you see now with your fingertips
it is the no nature of crayon bricks
and they'll tell you what you've done and disappeared

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the nights tingled in the harbor
it was like angelic sorbet
I looked at her lips and cursed
how could her teeth be in my soup
the shit was pure black in the early morning light
she laced my boots and slayed them gently on the caftan
I burped in a one armed manner and picked up the glass
through it you could see every star if not corrupted
notion of buy and sell delivery service
the TV goes off on its own now
there is only one station and it is universal
though people like to space believing they can telescope
some meaning between thought, lips and mouth
I got so many teeth unsure of their position
time to see a chiropractor... this dog has kennel cough
I rubbed some ointment on the leathery tongue
and watched myself removed from sanity
from the only vantage point I know
up in the old hotel
where you can ice fish from the third story window
there is a kind of yellow that makes you think of eggs
and you are not alone

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Jeremy & I are in Vermont driving home after a show
he say's "Can you drive me to Upstate New York,
I want to para-sail home."
I was surprised, to say the least
"You para-sail? I thought you were afraid of heights."
"Oh no, not at all. I've been para-sailing since I was 12.
Last week, Crystal, you know Crystal? She fell asleep
up there and somehow made it home ok."
I dropped him off and we pulled a big bag out of the back
It looked like a soft cargo carrier
He smiled and waved good-bye walking off toward a plane.
I headed off to hang out with some genius rednecks
When I arrived at their shack, they were just landing
their helicopters. Their mother was out back
hanging clothes out on the line. She smiled
waved at them and waved at me.
She asked if I was staying for dinner
The boys came over. They had rocket launchers
under an arm. One of them lifted it above the trees
sent a saucer up and out in to the sunset
he laughed hard & said he was going in to watch some TV