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Monthly Archives: November 2001
alchemy of stars
what of the world a bejeweled turd cast off god glow and put out with the garbage laser soup and gladiator sack race glory tented sky wazat? to the stumblebum and fruitcake to the core sand sifted alphabets like ancient … Continue reading
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Harmony
vibrate in concert sing the big note vibrations that disconcert scream the big pain learn the notes that tie us together burn the notes that keep us apart
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reply
tis true that poetry has been compelled to be my mode of discourse here but still i find my soul resists the versified form and yet i must hurl forth my accolades for you, these two, these knights of word … Continue reading
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bush
in 1973 we were living under the freeway in a median triangle where they let the bushes grow there were ten of us, including crazy lou we scurried out in the night to pick the city clean and retreated to … Continue reading
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ulterior motive
obituary banner red white and black you befuddle the brainless we the people line up like daisy cutters cute and monstrous moral empty chamber your slogans are bilious like the rotting corpses rendered in death tantrum bloodbath you are a … Continue reading
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how real
cloud men grow dark electric crackle sweet breeze air the mass of air rushing over green the world becomes rain godshower pounding down i turn the lights off take off all my clothes and step outside into the pitch black … Continue reading
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hiding in loopholes
all the poems i’ve ever ritten postcards from the planet mind by love by life by oozy lies in the thinkstream awake in a lake of lsd a thousand fishly fliers and buddha left the boat all i can ask … Continue reading
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scatter hand
given my life by the scatter hand seeds fling through fingers out to damp earth under the redwoods i grow i think i know then the next man shows me up with the new thing scatter hand is gone moved … Continue reading
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bomb to balm
every feelin brings a poem every twinge in the heart hot home drowning man clutching at daughters young climbing off the bottom rung a lot of blood spilled on the skin of the world menarche girl woman weeping from the … Continue reading
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pretty little fishies
she used to let me stroke her scales used to let me sleek her fins… then she flipped her tail ‘n’ swam downstream and froze me in her slip’ry wake. I feel a Jackson Pollock comin’ on…
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sol baby
holy smack-it man free sentinels roaming dark-cloud land feral loping sentries sniff in the hills for you blood fear dust one place now another tell me this dwight david eisenhower the grocery clerk saw the camps at gotha he cried … Continue reading
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honest man
sitting in a country cafe right down salina way i met the girl of my dreams oklahoma red clay wichita highway ride the rail on down to santa fe nincompoop sailor donuts into the thicket i saw it crouching evolution … Continue reading
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