2012/09/24
2012/09/17
seconded
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first they beat 'im
then crushed 'im
knocked his head in
after that it was uphill
all the way down the darling staircase
upway the tramway and knocking back puffing
the street car switching
a fat man running
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first they beat 'im
then crushed 'im
knocked his head in
after that it was uphill
all the way down the darling staircase
upway the tramway and knocking back puffing
the street car switching
a fat man running
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escaped
escaped the world
and its crime a penchant for crying lying seeing bent shapes in every wood row
knocking leafs back to their preparing flare
f l a t t ened by the word breath
death
death
death
your lips escaped the world
~
prisoner of mirror
~
fo r the prisoner of distance
your body gets used to it being alone
and dying
warped by sentiments you cant control
the despairing feeling you'll never be alone again
haunted by geese ghosts and paynims
but what matter these gabby garbs?
and the field or the sky overcome with beauty
and the prisoner
knowing
for the prisoner has his own joy
a city ever his own
infinitely discovered
and your absence is like a pen in his hand
waiting for the word
lips yours
escaped into the world
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2012/09/13
2012/09/11
ok repost it again remand standing standing remanded
like a prisoner remanded to trial a lover to chains and the holly bush
or the crafting technique spilling its flute
and the second hand guess the ever evading sonnet of this work in regress
and the divisive nature of your soul
this poem continues
and you have deprived me of your love
like a slave that's lost
and having died for you i am no one
and if only prisoners spoke
and P. B....ant was stupid a gangster barren of love's burden
so cheap to kill shots doing harm on others
no lover behaves like that
there's no like that
no 'like' 'like'
like
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remanded standing
standing as a miracle
wonders
working like hours
working hours
days and then night dishonours itself
flicking chains
rubbing whips
if fear were a word
god's have no love
god who has loved your body
before time and eternity
temerity to the dozen lover's like
and the plague or the bubonic fever
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2012/09/06
thus
~
you walked centaur a horse reared into the sun
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you disappear(ed) between a lover's face
one who betrays me ~
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~ and
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one wonders
at miracles working like flowers
each hour
working between
elves and midgets lovers running away on buses
sitting on their asses
and
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2012/09/05
~ and what
C.P..... and what were you doing in China? learning to write? to meditate to catch becomings on the lisp edge of a fly? or to remove being from becoming....
C.D. I went to China before I had my son. Before having ason I saw that intensity was in the roundness of the earth. My son, who I imagined as a god in the old sense that a god himself gives birth to a demideity.... O! I know you're going to say I am crazy!
C.P. yes yes... what was that about being a god?
C.D. I speak in figures and fingers of speech that are practically intensities to the bearing of our becoming.. with bodies how else can one be?
Well being is not becoming it's a feeelllllllling!
what ho!
Women , sometimes understand this welll.......enuffffffffffffffffffffffffffff ~ ! !!!!
2012/09/01
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