45*21

Fuck this world
as it is skating
on my ice
which is so thin now
that a hair's breath might crack it
Then again, embrace this world
with all its negativity
and have a barbecue
to celebrate life's great wonder
There is wonder I'm sure
behind some glossy two by four
But as it stands
and I'm barely standing it
all the wheels came off the truck
now it sits in Ray's field
He's old and nobody cares
This truck has some beauty
but it is fucked
sent to rust
If a truck was meant to run
then this is a truck no longer
Though as we see it
It is exactly that
If you care about that kind of truck
it breaks your heart
and makes you laugh

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one dog is getting kicked by another
at least that's the way it seems
or maybe it's the pulling of the tail
the dog rolls over and bites you
you get an infection
instant karma
You couldn't have planned this misery
but you were waiting for it
Though it may be better to say
you've recognized it
Every corner has it's hidden gem
but nothing is shining tonight
The thud of life comes down
and you feel numb
Something tells you slowly
get it when you can
tomorrow never knows
the great expanse is within
and diaper shows you the great map
from the cradle to the grave
you'll sing your little song

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A parade ends in misery
The murderers mere horses
Set free from their ordered life
As for next year we'll stay away from disaster
Some might say
But how do you avoid chaos
In the black night chaos comes
As it does in the day
Even and especially the hay
It seems to shimmer gold
And everybody seems so happy
On a day like this
The man wrestled a child
Over lumpy shoulder
A woman there
As if caught in a forever mirror
Death comes again and again
Like the lines of a song
Sung again and again
And in there, life too
Never mistake it

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for 7/4/2010

My independence day poem
Yes, but not written on the day
I wonder what it means
Not fully knowing what independence may mean
Desire is a pendulum too
Even though it seems fixed in time
Ponder nothing too long
Enough and time will gab you up in its claw
Nonsense and laughter
Daughter of innocence
Even in the light of day, so beautiful
Not letting in the stranger
Essences of great nocturnal dreams
Dividing me from you
At this moment, then suddenly joined
Yesterday's forgotten sun
Ponder all you know
Offer it to the null and void
Eat at the table of your ancestors
Maybe they will dream you a future
So goes it in East Corinth

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45*21 for 7/3/10

Dear life advocate
we've lived through much danger
the bell tower unhinged
light comes in through loose boards
then you'll be permanently in the pond
I know nobody will listen to me
the mafia is a secret code bored absence
you are drifting away
as the candles drift on the lake
the fire in the sky too
looks deep into the spaces in between
that take action kind of lover
that divides in two
and the hangman hangs upside down
in a steam of all time unhappiness
it is for you Jeff who has provided
dearly and deviled
in a life time of collapsible chairs
Hector gets the goal
Right now in the most comfortable existence
I look down from an opposite tower in the void

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45*21 for 7/2/10

I'm a neurotic weirdo
thank you.
The dice get dicey
hamburger suit.
I've given you everything
a gift.
My eyeballs wouldn't
stay alive.
The man in his Hamburg suite
dances with stars.
The baked Alaska
of frigid life.
Why do you ask me to marry you
in twilight dreams.
Quiet anger in soft light
we arm wrestled.
We were so close
our beds were pushed together.
With apple cards turned over
the boy sucks the foam
Meow!

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we walk into the cold cold woods
these wheels of industrial thinking
what will we come up with next?
sort of thinking. has this always existed?
my guess is no, and in Somalia
no rules dictate or determine
the proverbial rug is pulled from under
the velvet lamp, red and strange
light barely coming through
a waistcoat hanging in a coat hutch
have your man remove the brush
Is it because I'm English?
The questions surround my mind
and never do they get footing
guilt leaves you empty
fear fills the void
they are twin sisters on the bank of a river
one tunes her lyre
the other makes the fire
the goal is not to win but to survive
with a myriad of ideas fomenting lie