and so

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                                                           water was the enemy of Lycidas     ~ .

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held

 __________

i have held many blog in my hand

you have held many blogs in my hand

                                         yet not possessed by those who believe poetry holds itself
                     that    believe                             poetry possesses itself
   
      

 addressed to the sphinx of 'commonplace' (1)

        in that room curling paper rushing around nowhere and

mister Butler wondering

   that first apartment letted out before it was done the lease it was good yet her body though youwere thoroughly in love with Susan Beaulieu disrupted your pace of eyes  ,  and face, momentarily

 her great grand body    her boyfriend too      they were in love as you were 

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1. not narrowed by the sphincter of.

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Miss Rose Progue where are you?

  Miss Rose progue blow my nose.

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-------------------------------------------------------------------whenCe

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every death is a little god.

 whence this strange perverse medley. this companion in 'rouge' follows me
hair standing on blanched face and arse banged round  up the alley Liverpool
   a klaxon banging around the ribald hair of her complexion ;

___________________ do add a comma diddler dildo oh no?

                                                     a banana and that
         second-rate character out west swollen his burgeon heat

               not veedon fleece  

   _____________ you donned a bandanna in your sleep.rugged soldier of the fourth plateau, the ranging down box after death as they say it's called . .. i suspectpoetoutlasting moths has gone. button bitten
the big good one . yes it's called good for a simple . pair of truth  by the way of connecting dots
between hem and skirt. as on the trestle path. she was there, her eyes on him as she took all of his her.
  in her mouth, surely a lesbic trace on her lip. Sssmooth as any virgin coil. Moyle and the dumb ass out there
in her private island kingdom haunted by trivable ghost and lame excuse to live. as owning property usually
tune out those that have them , turned into immeubles imbeciles. a little schizophrenize here pleeaazzze. J.







________________-now if i am reading david antin does that mean I am writing it   I mean him as I read
it to perform what's there .... yes, I wrote a paper a few years back trying that technique ...

   where does it end that reading wriitng thing as like the flesh into the flesh becomes its own becomer its beginning its ender its becoming ender as the hope of fresh kiss stolen from the vase of sunlight

                  and ramble around your way of droit a way of beowolf? bewolf!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beowulf!abig bad wolf!    

                  yes and yes so and so 's aginst the scrolling page

as imagining weve returned however

we dont do we keep going on rolljing over new mends as the reel unspinning wracks our nerfs

   nerf nerf is french for antonin artaud .... today inside the body was you as him was you as him as him as you was you as him him was you as was wasas

 

 

 

              not like kiddies, but as and akin and Was

 then aroundthe gilded hip and the ringing tone 

   held fast  her music coming on

 

 

 

 

 does it mean doctor duffy you were talkin' to him o yea I was in florida it was antianteater at that conference  ovr in

   then the joycean thing oo popped in

  are you cold in these ship? O the s  . not  a thing to wrot tree of. a worry thing.

                come along O traveller arbre of that. to this there's no tension of in. o. f. as

  w..a..x.   

 

  okay yr try to yes break its form to come of what it shove?

   yes and no not a question at there end of  rid itself of that extra

 

 the scrool, scree vast goes on helter kelter to the side too as it brides its feet buck               ling as in the first blog   ssszz 

  c a fre ful that menu menU oPoopPoP!? Popped uP!!! 

                THINK OF THAT THING FB   ~ yeab  or

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                           || them s that ay hello and vem wont

                                                            || sick schiziophrenic in 'her' case .

                                                             || as wont say  ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

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_________________________________________________________________________________now can making it stretch peripheral to its ___________________________________________ eye infinite west ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________lady rogue rose ____________________________________________________________________________________cut  that paper here _______________________________Maria     ~   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                       

 

 

                                        ____________________

 

 

  i wrote a poem to petit poetic acceptance       called Elm tree something as 

                                  among that line

                                                                       her body breadth    ~

                                  _____________________________

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ohHH? and

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               how do  you make the machine stand down     

                                                                                            not up?

the world is filled with choose ( chaosmose)
   not shoes




(Douglas Carter died on Sunday)


--------A dirty agencement to get that asSemBlage emblem blem blem em em  goin
  the other way to a line of love fight. Not A StoP SigN. O


 twisted to the winter deterritorialization of becomings clung around the room of varoom. This brick-layer
becomes  a  a,  a, a , bricoleur. Dig. Ya do dig. Not as collage but as rip-ups and further bit becomings
counter the grail of holy knowledge truth brung back the tinier sprig and cocoon. of the butterfly.


So she invoices the revoice. A receipt to hearing its thing cordage. She's a fine wrap. Azure fly.


'Strange attractors...' lovers.. the quantum of literature. Indeed holding one's hand 
 an 'unconscious' one at that, to the future.




 limited to the quantum of writing he discusses----





who writes your poems of love and dog(s)
  struggle with that thing shaped as a  
  on the bus
    layed  as,
   as a
   mirror
        waifed
               lover
                 blonde as her ... Ofor
    an adage, of love's clandestine phase?








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  Now take the thimble fill it for water praying to the geese guessing there's no name to vouchsafe nor playing around the kid to eternity? 
           She fumble the loan 'making good ' her come-back. As any spare worn suitor.

                                 ________

Dougy


----


Now doesn't he
look cool as if
he was 

just seeing 
meditating ecstasy
   ~

~

a bully sattva

                                                                                                                              _

An undone Bodhifatso!

       not a ruined pacemaker 

_________

you can picture

Saint Bodhisattva

poster

on

the

wall

_____________

Anywhere you go machines controversy voices gabble.

                                         ________ Draw the line here between the voice and the appearance of the Eye. The Eye Beholder. 

__________

.... gazing

.


 spit of cloud descend that roomy thing of the canal

a  blade of grass depending
  the  night light shade angles her
   Boddhisattva
                 Zen is my dharma
  and my  path is there


  gazing  void


    at that shapely wall!




                   






.

...ink

.

  




 think    3  4 versions
                      across space the space contained containing
the web's cross-hatching
                time for each match?
                                     a filigree
                                           a finger fan



so you got time


                  think  one minute gone
  
     8 between each
                      hesitates grips 
 calibrates
                                 four others unseen
                among 'draft' version and 'version'


    which is the one   and  O and the time 
                    inferenced   in intervals


             






   so say one gone

                           two gone

  left side

                       center 

      right side

  both

                  as they say             'justified'

                            

    .

think of

_

    the  blank space                                              

                             each  a ribbon

            a   rib

                                                     and a nib

                                                                         the,  a pen opening 


                                                                                          out   ink 

               contain             

                                                           joy in the hidden outward exclusive  

-

typing at your feet

it must have been a year a go? you wrote this O write. Write. Writing? who does this someone between. and coffee. hands that have not grasped nor touch.

now your wrist is sore/ nose blocked / eyes returned ...a after a fashion of seeing. winter's a monster. that never ends apparently a winter which    ~ did  a prose poem contain there...O but the nose does not smell a lover's perfume. between your writings. of bodies carnality of roses, and mouths. in the arms of tangled perfumes.

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winter

that other worldly feeling of the walls infinite perspective. love that rays over the room and world. infinitely expanding it's first impression willing to lie for love and its

would winter end one day in Montreal as the cold shuttles

between the bodies alone those that are not

those who travel freely perverting the world

with the sand and power

if anyone is closer than you if

 anyone is closer than your lips how can

they be closer than this nude feeling in  the winter's hurtful night

what the world knows as winter's just day on the flipping other side of its missive . the Venus model, the Jupiter mold and dangling on the end of a pen the right sided world clobbering its differences. 

   if she saw him. lying for her. withheld by bribery and money. she'd know his shame. a 

man hungrier than god waiting .

that'd be no women come wait to see .

   in the narrowest pit of hell? she'd lift her lips meeting his.

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it's

__________




its january and it's cold


it's is it is it is it is it's its its it is it is 




     it it cold 
    is is cold
      cold
          old

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re ---------------------and

«---------------------------

-- it-----------------------schooner and

it rhymes with Lunar

and one-eyed Jack

that`s me Clifford one-eyed for now

Decembre et je pense a toi

yes, you , , toi .

«--------------

-------------------------and

___________________________

december~ sooonr

_____________________________________________not schooner   ~_______________________________________________________________________

-------------------------and

is that what you know
_____________________________________________
a hand held in the sun
g a l  l
         b l      a           d  d er

                   ' you gotta lot of gall '

night rumber and oomba rim ba and  high chin smile 

  air-tooth combing wave and  breaker . Outside of Dublin, two years ago, it was   .

               the rage burnt   sun. rain whirling around her feet tearing the leap frog song,  and the pulling roof on the feet              as it worked it came look crews of thing

 the voice caressing 

not pretending

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eye gets bigger
  gets smaller

 

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