~
2017/07/31
...as
~
as its fiction. I wonder how her recent trip to the United Kingdom
'was' how it went (it happened before so I know) ;
England, where i used to play guitar
holding a ukulele wearing a shamrock and
dangling a shillelagh.
~
Bank Holiday Monday
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was waves washing the shore
weather reading the beach line lining up the words of
of brea thing , dying and seeing,
amidships there is wreathing to be seeing ,
Galway, Ireland
was waves washing the shore
weather reading the beach line lining up the words of
of brea thing , dying and seeing,
amidships there is wreathing to be seeing ,
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Galway, Ireland
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friday it must be fridy friday is worst but not
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all across the blue dark ridged sea she thought she could love a man she'd
never met what did he know of her power and will her will to win against odds?
were basement sweeps not enough for the capital of love the retreat of pain no
numbered' be known poetry always been dominated by the means at hand
perpetually in flight escaping that same scene not the whores of british verse of 2
centuries
Would you explain the above Sir?the class is stalled due to your forensic science of poetrys poesies poesties
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Was Monday Sunday Friday Monday wash day everybody's happy but I must say.
All (y)our friends are dying, dead or deeyingDyeing____
Dying into the desiring machines of eternity !
. As a wink in a foster chil....e callsout his name to the numbering down of Jill's frame there is no satyr
Jill has a dog I was born in Ireland . That's kept knowledge tell no soul!
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all across the blue dark ridged sea she thought she could love a man she'd
never met what did he know of her power and will her will to win against odds?
were basement sweeps not enough for the capital of love the retreat of pain no
numbered' be known poetry always been dominated by the means at hand
perpetually in flight escaping that same scene not the whores of british verse of 2
centuries
Would you explain the above Sir?the class is stalled due to your forensic science of poetrys poesies poesties
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Was Monday Sunday Friday Monday wash day everybody's happy but I must say.
All (y)our friends are dying, dead or deeyingDyeing____
Dying into the desiring machines of eternity !
. As a wink in a foster chil....e callsout his name to the numbering down of Jill's frame there is no satyr
Jill has a dog I was born in Ireland . That's kept knowledge tell no soul!
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2017/07/29
Saturn sat Saturday
~
is and was was guilt free remaining so as it's international working class proletariat daughters of Utopians Karl Marx loving day the red road unfurled its
historical passage
free for all men and women
the dualism surpassed passed compassed internally externally compassion world-wide the buddha's belly
radiating peace and love for any sentient being coming along corantoed on the rear end of goats avenne the wayfarer
bilgrim
amor matrix subjective and objective genitive
the day second day last befor the the second
`
2017/07/28
and then it
it was Friday poof the world was created made a breath none too soon. Not under a silver moon nor a rhyme parrying with the night.
2017/07/27
re : perhaps
~
Will: perhaps then be abated by the clear blue of cinnabar? Ah you cinna bard!
fusing scarlet, cerulean , and vermillion,
a lover of many reds and deterritorialization.
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Will: perhaps then be abated by the clear blue of cinnabar? Ah you cinna bard!
fusing scarlet, cerulean , and vermillion,
a lover of many reds and deterritorialization.
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2017/07/26
between this that and ...
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~ AN ascot or pinze-nez ~
narrowing the page you cared parting netted curtains
your accent parlayed drama
silence you're like pagination grabbed the tracking the
trip a getaway coach? is that you queried round
your humbling thighs this
traveler not in W or ending but mended its fixed pockets
click goes your door silent jamb your mouth packed love
come again you do do its hope your orphic wish
wishing's not wanting departing day
ever up and way you'd suggest? come along dear lent removed one your fabric's
darning at the edges of pages you'd wish
not this forfeited burial of your true terrors your tremor
what'd you be without me that's us is rosing round your cheeks
the nerve of you woman! 'bad girl!' intoxicated
by yer possible pearl like silence
you want love in all the right places
but won't clean sweeping and brooming purge your pilastering saintly side with
incoming tay and sugar __ not that's not a question
but something yer inhibition must answer
I'd offer gatecrashing for free if your libidinous'd speak
Speak me this narrow I you're gaging
flirting won't carry the way of inverted come and up and uppance's not yer date.
this as which is the only date you're going to find then
O well, you can as you wish,a wink and blink to it
Hold your secret there close as timber.
We remember your coming. not christ like or sapphic or revealed. but concealed
by yer berries, and oranges, the grapes, the trusty man hope of yourever English longing
this is where you belong then
not whispered and cunted by the air of your pretending but hummed twice
in the key of yes ~
virtues's not yer best friend.
flirting's believing with this grapple of air that's your hand
round ~
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this was writ for fun. bit of parody and retention. of vowel shape hirsute monkey to paw shaping not afliction but flctioned by its admiringreader ~
___________ A moment of intensity a plateau:22.06.09__________________________
~ AN ascot or pinze-nez ~
narrowing the page you cared parting netted curtains
your accent parlayed drama
silence you're like pagination grabbed the tracking the
trip a getaway coach? is that you queried round
your humbling thighs this
traveler not in W or ending but mended its fixed pockets
click goes your door silent jamb your mouth packed love
come again you do do its hope your orphic wish
wishing's not wanting departing day
ever up and way you'd suggest? come along dear lent removed one your fabric's
darning at the edges of pages you'd wish
not this forfeited burial of your true terrors your tremor
what'd you be without me that's us is rosing round your cheeks
the nerve of you woman! 'bad girl!' intoxicated
by yer possible pearl like silence
you want love in all the right places
but won't clean sweeping and brooming purge your pilastering saintly side with
incoming tay and sugar __ not that's not a question
but something yer inhibition must answer
I'd offer gatecrashing for free if your libidinous'd speak
Speak me this narrow I you're gaging
flirting won't carry the way of inverted come and up and uppance's not yer date.
this as which is the only date you're going to find then
O well, you can as you wish,a wink and blink to it
Hold your secret there close as timber.
We remember your coming. not christ like or sapphic or revealed. but concealed
by yer berries, and oranges, the grapes, the trusty man hope of yourever English longing
this is where you belong then
not whispered and cunted by the air of your pretending but hummed twice
in the key of yes ~
virtues's not yer best friend.
flirting's believing with this grapple of air that's your hand
round ~
___________________________________________
this was writ for fun. bit of parody and retention. of vowel shape hirsute monkey to paw shaping not afliction but flctioned by its admiringreader ~
___________ A moment of intensity a plateau:22.06.09__________________________
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if poetry's
~
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if if poetry's not about living and love what is it?
and if those loud moue whiny
troubadours only run around the world stage
shaking their ass
making money, then they're not human.
why is it only some of the world's kids get to play? others starve
burn to death with cholera ~
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if if poetry's not about living and love what is it?
and if those loud moue whiny
troubadours only run around the world stage
shaking their ass
making money, then they're not human.
why is it only some of the world's kids get to play? others starve
burn to death with cholera ~
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2017/07/25
a quarter
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Seeing a quarter of her face she was moving like that
held her love for an instant, gathering what might have been
held, shelved for eternity,
luxury's plenteous name
But Hover that lamp Jill quit pretending to first person spooky's sombers which witch holding you back from the puff bumps of Belmont rides and the park eternity and she was down the hall like me at the Park eternity's breasts it was years before you thought about her what was she doing there with her lover? she had breasts enough to suck unlike yours . Jill bouncing on the pane window to eternity
the lover ruba dubdub Risk and the come to red ruby lips
I am yours your and your to say the secret word
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Was Thursday Wednesday?
~
Was that the question in your heart fire of night over the clocked plains bounded by dark and sundry fares the bogs working down and the helpless shadows grieving. Your plains
like mine were shot by an equator an encounter no might have foreseen the beautiful
w rod should being shat on shattered 33:1/4 speed is that it relay baby
molesting by docks and doors and
gabbling paints I mean saints wooing in the dark
kneeling in bed at your prayer
Hold this bliss,
forget the dead the old,
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Was that the question in your heart fire of night over the clocked plains bounded by dark and sundry fares the bogs working down and the helpless shadows grieving. Your plains
like mine were shot by an equator an encounter no might have foreseen the beautiful
w rod should being shat on shattered 33:1/4 speed is that it relay baby
molesting by docks and doors and
gabbling paints I mean saints wooing in the dark
kneeling in bed at your prayer
Hold this bliss,
forget the dead the old,
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25th
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was a subway called the Tube in London you'd taken and left
a postcard for me so far and yet so close the intimate special latitude of jet lag
and broken lovers couples for the sundry
what was it? was that it? a word, wine, an air of coarse mating,
a crossing to your between and something else
telling me about the hostel in London the places she visited
i who was prisoner to this,
round repetition poverty its name
yet freedom of the glance
liberty within the isle
as no other yet like any other prisoner
paying the price daily the aches, the bakes
the dripping cold water of the forest,
two years ago it was postcards and tea,
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2017/07/24
2days
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two days slip without much thinking life and death it's gotta be a sun song
resting the storm
a day goes off you go off the ending of the world and it's love was a foster
window what could have had
what was it?
a book, a kiss? smoke rising in the air across an old colonnade ?
which was lioness that dares speak its name
loneliness was the lion's roar
c rushing its stake
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2017/07/23
make weight
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Sunday
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Sunday
tare
no pretences what a bad poem is
a mouth hanging off itself tiltled untitled left to its own devices
voice an voice
producing the generative chaos producing
Over here my characters speak are free wonder wander bounce off walls, pull quantum leap and bound into the
imagination of becoming anything going
I'd rather be there but here am I another I stuck on the face of it with an I always going on
already in demand in bookshops around, round the world, a n I for you to identify with
,
with your problems, and hopes and nightmare dreaming,
blithering, blathering forcing on me your bloddy self ,
A blotch,
a singular hodgepodge plodding along in the turf
the tare barely caught for,
of this make weight world, of
of lovers and would be wive,
Over here my characters speak are free wonder wander bounce off walls, pull quantum leap and bound into the
imagination of becoming anything going
I'd rather be there but here am I another I stuck on the face of it with an I always going on
already in demand in bookshops around, round the world, a n I for you to identify with
,
with your problems, and hopes and nightmare dreaming,
blithering, blathering forcing on me your bloddy self ,
A blotch,
a singular hodgepodge plodding along in the turf
the tare barely caught for,
of this make weight world, of
of lovers and would be wive,
Sunday
~
was late as your arrival
leaving never arriving
always seeing you from behind turning a corner
walking away
not in a rush or even a hurry
just turning
~
was late as your arrival
leaving never arriving
always seeing you from behind turning a corner
walking away
not in a rush or even a hurry
just turning
~
2017/07/22
was it a ?
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Get it through their heads, a blog is not a book, they don't contradict each
the other, dead Hegelian heads heavy with contradiction
contradiction which so long ago (1917) denounced by Tristan Tzara my father who
are in heaven, the dadaist paradise of picking your own choice,
a blog is not abook, it's differnet different medium not better nor worse,
(not for better or worse not married but loved the multiple plural free) most likely on the way to the future, displacing the whole old beauty of the book
gone, gone book gone gone with the electronic
world of vaporizing elements and particles
my syzygy beauty
Get it through their heads, a blog is not a book, they don't contradict each
the other, dead Hegelian heads heavy with contradiction
contradiction which so long ago (1917) denounced by Tristan Tzara my father who
are in heaven, the dadaist paradise of picking your own choice,
a blog is not abook, it's differnet different medium not better nor worse,
(not for better or worse not married but loved the multiple plural free) most likely on the way to the future, displacing the whole old beauty of the book
gone, gone book gone gone with the electronic
world of vaporizing elements and particles
my syzygy beauty
Was , today ?
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Was Today Friday?
my little molecular poem narratives.
where do you live? in bed with sheets cleaned laundered and remade by loving hands,
threading, embroidering ringing, rigging, stitching , winding,
are you jealous
of my second body? don't be i love you,
why be jealous when you can be happy? didn't I write that somewhere?
or did I think I wrote saying it wrote it?
I saw you
I saw you
I saw you with her adopting her as your lover
I saw you I saw you too
I saw you with two an two
something like that take a thing
thinglike take a thing,
and it bounds off,
bastardy syllable yielding the sounds ,
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~
2017/07/20
, and ,
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And unlike my enemies I don't believe in death,
to Stephen Hawkings is it ? and whoever else born of their resentment and hatred
of life,
thinking it ends at clock's cut,,
no, not so,
it's richer more complex, more elevated,
it's always been so,
,
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Already all ready Thursday
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That's right all ready Thursday a name of gods and places and your rational heart thinking its all okay that finding something it was trickery only kept us apart we were broken things shat into the water
that voice continues while the old president builds and unbuilds the dreaming of others hoping a new messiah could be born a moment's notice
and Hosanna! Hossannah! a Logos Saviour Messiah Moshiach chosen to lead the world Messias ,, Christ Al-Masih Mesuch born leading everyone to
a promised claim of real estate
each group imagining and some more than others ours is special our turf's better 'n yrs
working the years keeping their own piece of fancy real estate property taxes sailing up the decades
roll by
~ I gotta run, back to this song later,
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2017/07/19
Wednesday was
__________________
Wednesday was like you __________________, now the week's half through,
speak, speech which is the beauty between two,
No, that doesn't work., Not getting it, broken things everywhere commas, period, just juxtapositions falling apart
apart failing failing part, fail art, art thou there?
My brain wasn't working it was missing our conversation, how cld.it be otherwise, what went wrong, it was my fault, all , all , all m I n e,
cld. it be otherwise with your fears and mine o w n,
a body reaching for loneliness out of habit falling into the whirling of time,
and on top it all
working high speed at a new edge a 21st c. adze
some one called it failure
bt was it? or was it another type of success
I can't believe it happened
i cant believe either in life or death
you you hard headed folks with your jets and bets your Leers and careers,
none of yu believe in death when the chips are down,
her hands trailed along the water,
i was knocking at her door
flowers or chocolates,
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2017/07/18
to,
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take an airplane to the center of the univ ver se e e e e
the air plane of consisttency cy cyy yyyyeeeee
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.... .... ......n
~
that's right fuck jane austen
i really dont care
o stick her on a stamp
out to the coal shed
(an her crappy o so british books)
out out she goes she goes
out out out
along with the rest of the lot
I really dont care and you dont either
dont pretend you do you do you do
not care about her hills and boroughs
mansions and servants and catching cold
on the moors, there are more important
things in life than her her followers, her
bks, boring as clones of varry gotter and the
palooka herself that other
causten, the twitter pal
of 'teven bing
the bore within
the bore
without
their 230 books,
their endless parade of twitter
in a ditch followers
living in slum apartments
while Miss Princenton lives it up
and patriotic as putty
dumb as mud
i dont know what to say, except that it's hot,
that i prefer Emily
I prefer Emily
I prefer Emily Bronte
I'd choose Emily Bronte
any old day
every golden night
Bronte this and Bronte that,
real love not class
british bs
but suffering a la Dostoevsky
and real feelings and lives, and deaths,
not the upper crust exclusions of the millionaire
s of empires and their builders
so fuck Jane Austen
that's right, Ditch her an her crew,
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that's right fuck jane austen
i really dont care
o stick her on a stamp
out to the coal shed
(an her crappy o so british books)
out out she goes she goes
out out out
along with the rest of the lot
I really dont care and you dont either
dont pretend you do you do you do
not care about her hills and boroughs
mansions and servants and catching cold
on the moors, there are more important
things in life than her her followers, her
bks, boring as clones of varry gotter and the
palooka herself that other
causten, the twitter pal
of 'teven bing
the bore within
the bore
without
their 230 books,
their endless parade of twitter
in a ditch followers
living in slum apartments
while Miss Princenton lives it up
and patriotic as putty
dumb as mud
i dont know what to say, except that it's hot,
that i prefer Emily
I prefer Emily
I prefer Emily Bronte
I'd choose Emily Bronte
any old day
every golden night
Bronte this and Bronte that,
real love not class
british bs
but suffering a la Dostoevsky
and real feelings and lives, and deaths,
not the upper crust exclusions of the millionaire
s of empires and their builders
so fuck Jane Austen
that's right, Ditch her an her crew,
-------------------
tuesday
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I remember a Tuesday two years back, the long lonely
the idea of her being somewhere else, unreachable, the pitch of death at my every mouth,
the romance of emptiness, the loneliness dying
there was nothing Romantic about it, it was hard, painful,
what was a poem to do in the midst of all of that?
_________________
Asking what it meant, those words phrases wrung from the mist not from a conversation ,
I was better than him, not in the sense of being a superior being or person
but I was better meaning less sick, more whole, more twogethers my pieces less intact,
cutting on the board of excess the paradigm paradise the good fool wandering her kist,
dark before dawn,
__________ Improvise improvise ,
.
___________
I remember a Tuesday two years back, the long lonely
the idea of her being somewhere else, unreachable, the pitch of death at my every mouth,
the romance of emptiness, the loneliness dying
there was nothing Romantic about it, it was hard, painful,
what was a poem to do in the midst of all of that?
_________________
Asking what it meant, those words phrases wrung from the mist not from a conversation ,
I was better than him, not in the sense of being a superior being or person
but I was better meaning less sick, more whole, more twogethers my pieces less intact,
cutting on the board of excess the paradigm paradise the good fool wandering her kist,
dark before dawn,
__________ Improvise improvise ,
.
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2017/07/17
Today was Monday Lance Corporal ...... y...
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Topology
Today was Monday drum rolled cartography 605 shine those buttons
straighten that beret Buster in this outfit or yr done
fried bacon and out on your ass
Walk the Sergeant Major's girlfriend home
its your job
dont matter if you get a hard on there's nothing you can do about
and her name is Sharon (Boyer street) she has big boobs bigger than you can say
her mouth is wide and size 7
her boobs are really big and your mouth
and you go hungry walking this girl round the block what the hell you doing it for?
you have no money
Do you have cigarettes? you have no stomach
you're so hungry you have no stomach
that was Monday, they called it, Sergeant Major
have no idea whatever happened to him
and to Sharon with the big boobs, I don't remember and her smile, hair
hanging over one eye, and her glasses,
I have no idea what happened to her
I may have tried to find out later,
but am not sure, don't remember
except,
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2017/07/16
Sunday became Monday
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That was yesterday Sunday. Sunday became Monday what's happening with the false idols of this world and the believers in death and taxes? there are those what die going to hell burning gnashing of teeth, others lift their spirit up to heaven and glory, not the false figures of Babylon and summmer simulacra the body toil and cracked eclectic electic not electric Whitma's fire of opening
raod and long catalogue of the past and the river breathing down fire of goring river flames the ore
the core of its effluent camera
Nones none of its strue it's all fiction, falese,fading, fable, true, false, faith,wraith, strewn,
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2017/07/15
Saturday
__________________
Saturday's coming
with your hips
thinking of lightning with your lips
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2017/07/14
Friday
____________________
to be done
________________
you were Friday
you always were the hope and truce.
the love of a becoming rapidly knowing what's blue and good, holding
my arm and right ,
to between its open sudden book,
its sudden open booking,
and like that, your lover,
forever,
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to be done
________________
you were Friday
you always were the hope and truce.
the love of a becoming rapidly knowing what's blue and good, holding
my arm and right ,
to between its open sudden book,
its sudden open booking,
and like that, your lover,
forever,
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2017/07/13
Thursday
_______________________
Postage not included
Batters not provided
lavender forgone as your lips, hips, your wide bastion of plate and song
the love you could have gone,
and i am whispering with my lips
acorss the boom,
come to me acorn, i can't speak what i could not speak,
speaking to you in the tender of night
crossing the bellwhether of the dill with a cinammon pressed thread
as no one's seen Mona in thebackwater pushing rigging loves
on t he fair top sail of your body and it's as if a hand cloned the wikced passage
of french to english and english to french and you're holding me
you're beholding me mama ,
like a song in any dirty bandanana
Miss doubloon and Miss Rangoon
apprised of all matters
their rapport with the king (of bodies and sex)
reporting to the rear desk
where al smiles made
So thursday was missing you , again, as usual
again ,
missed her,
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2017/07/12
I missed Wednesday
~
I missed Wednesday but the hump back whales kept trundling over the water like a cat used to
and the rumble of big whales whoofing at the roar bottom of a huge mouth opening ocean
was over there . yet ours never happened .
the enemies got in the way, holding back and out the won of love, the wrangle of climb and this
woof of mountains
Wednesday dyad was making and meeting, accepting and humbling and
then an artist could say her books met you, met your love
although you always refused me, rejected me really the pretence being
you had more virtue to offer more to hold on more money in that bank
that eternal bank of virtue women, esp. white women conceal
only to show after all to demonstrate to reveal
that is all the same.
But that was Wednesday in a possible world, and the summer sun went down and
she has thundered his body.
____________________ And lit his kittens or stared his crop. and this wonderous mason of thatched house and a hut inviting you into her body.
___________________
I missed Wednesday but the hump back whales kept trundling over the water like a cat used to
and the rumble of big whales whoofing at the roar bottom of a huge mouth opening ocean
was over there . yet ours never happened .
the enemies got in the way, holding back and out the won of love, the wrangle of climb and this
woof of mountains
Wednesday dyad was making and meeting, accepting and humbling and
then an artist could say her books met you, met your love
although you always refused me, rejected me really the pretence being
you had more virtue to offer more to hold on more money in that bank
that eternal bank of virtue women, esp. white women conceal
only to show after all to demonstrate to reveal
that is all the same.
But that was Wednesday in a possible world, and the summer sun went down and
she has thundered his body.
____________________ And lit his kittens or stared his crop. and this wonderous mason of thatched house and a hut inviting you into her body.
___________________
2017/07/11
Tues
__________________
Choose day over shamble. Mark footpath with smokefall and tall ragged building the skyscraper Empire State and the other one the Chrysler was that it?
the antler of walking geese camber of godling ducks the crinoline of rare feet on a woman's laid back love
her ankle sunned by that touch as her foot resting on what precisely bare sheet of
________________ free Tuesday repair the subconscious defeat hope by win .
_____cld anyone understand you it'd be poetry
working the fruited vine of this sweet mouth the lip and taste
of watered mouth
_______________________
Choose day over shamble. Mark footpath with smokefall and tall ragged building the skyscraper Empire State and the other one the Chrysler was that it?
the antler of walking geese camber of godling ducks the crinoline of rare feet on a woman's laid back love
her ankle sunned by that touch as her foot resting on what precisely bare sheet of
________________ free Tuesday repair the subconscious defeat hope by win .
_____cld anyone understand you it'd be poetry
working the fruited vine of this sweet mouth the lip and taste
of watered mouth
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2017/07/10
Re: Tues
Re: Tues
a kiss that went on long enough, went on
for miles,
that's what we are ,
miles between years,
tears for all the fears,
singing that song, ripping those things and lettering the marquee where the woolen gloves
covered the hallway,
the beautiful bodies you wanted balled the wink of star after star
kiss before before kiss, hand to palm and palming sweet love's better
of the oasis that was your dying,
Monday,
2
surely i was waiting for the doctor, Ariel,
twittering mother bird of children
and the desires machine,
spoon love the cupping tea,
Surely i was waiting for you,
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a kiss that went on long enough, went on
for miles,
that's what we are ,
miles between years,
tears for all the fears,
singing that song, ripping those things and lettering the marquee where the woolen gloves
covered the hallway,
the beautiful bodies you wanted balled the wink of star after star
kiss before before kiss, hand to palm and palming sweet love's better
of the oasis that was your dying,
Monday,
2
surely i was waiting for the doctor, Ariel,
twittering mother bird of children
and the desires machine,
spoon love the cupping tea,
Surely i was waiting for you,
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2017/07/09
Sunday
~
Sunday and the march is on not the merely dime of or parched in tackled throats
Ha! a strenuous bearing opens the thought ragged to the wondering a lamb's chop.
We won't stop there with marmalade cakes and rounded fish groups fillets of mockery nor
names of ancient rattled geese the penny dreadful of murdered estates and
Or buffeted by twisted weeds hankering after your body crabbing sire siren is my willing
name wilting under the traffic and a lunatic as usual ranting about one thing or another
we've nothing in common walking with a friend like that, wasting a time, a meeting, breath,
to believin'g.
And honestly I am tired of explaining my poetry to dumb ass non poets, either you get
it or you don't .
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Mona has a split tease from my body with her!
Jill opening pops her gourd offering you her body her heart crackled on the Edgeware road turned out to be a mere phrase in an ambiguous wrecked bat a boat for calculated sums and working class accent my only beloved chairs these meetings the Communist state not the pretensions of introverted foetry and its narcotic martyrs not me not me .
What's that not me? not me?
It enlarges enlarges .
Sunday and the march is on not the merely dime of or parched in tackled throats
Ha! a strenuous bearing opens the thought ragged to the wondering a lamb's chop.
We won't stop there with marmalade cakes and rounded fish groups fillets of mockery nor
names of ancient rattled geese the penny dreadful of murdered estates and
Or buffeted by twisted weeds hankering after your body crabbing sire siren is my willing
name wilting under the traffic and a lunatic as usual ranting about one thing or another
we've nothing in common walking with a friend like that, wasting a time, a meeting, breath,
to believin'g.
And honestly I am tired of explaining my poetry to dumb ass non poets, either you get
it or you don't .
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Mona has a split tease from my body with her!
Jill opening pops her gourd offering you her body her heart crackled on the Edgeware road turned out to be a mere phrase in an ambiguous wrecked bat a boat for calculated sums and working class accent my only beloved chairs these meetings the Communist state not the pretensions of introverted foetry and its narcotic martyrs not me not me .
What's that not me? not me?
It enlarges enlarges .
The thing about finding a period in a blog is it's a new medium so where sentences end start and stop is up for grabbing in outer space pounding in the blind
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2017/07/08
Saturday
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Saturday July 8th 2017 my hero is W.C. Fields
and Samuel Brisbee Occulist
take that and put in your hat!
Saturday July 8th 2017 my hero is W.C. Fields
and Samuel Brisbee Occulist
take that and put in your hat!
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the juxtaposition of rivers, knees and knocks,
Private Positively
her kisses never tasted as good as yours
your kisses were never as good as the fleecy cloud escaping me
permanently short changing their
role
on a weird desire machine
known as metamorphosis
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2017/07/05
devising .... alluding
back to live performance of kinds.yes. as within to dance and collage machine.
collage drive mixing out our
from
driving texto its limitings
-------------------------------------- i once described a connecting to inner texts
Inluding ~ a sort of combinatory of textimage fold_over.
The “fold” is about involution - it’s about taking multiple perspectives on
t involution - it’s about taking multiple p
the detotalized piecemmeal pieceofwood of time recorded on the sample that gives the “flow” of discourse its meaning in this context.
this text was made and eady to blog inset r
18/03/2012 09:28
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but blog time is like any time always channging the many dimensions of time,the march of time, the dome holding it out
but blog time is like any time always channging the many dimensions of time,the march of time, the dome holding it out
a rear guard action acting up
against t he datedness of language,
or language waking its own limits not the silliness of the worn wool night
an event - just like the “break” it’s the break
beat, the broken fragment of time recorded on the sample that gives the “flow” of discourse its meaning in this context.
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it is a question of continual context and territory done undone and redone . again, yet agaain done and its mood
to permanent being becoming ~.
mars
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yester night or the night one before it was a spinning around in your head i mean my head
a word trying a place its place mine yours a wor, a wo, Mars, cars
the thing placing itself half on the hide a worn out crown,
you'd not recall those
as I don't why would you then,
what she remembers is her own,
yester night or the night one before it was a spinning around in your head i mean my head
a word trying a place its place mine yours a wor, a wo, Mars, cars
the thing placing itself half on the hide a worn out crown,
you'd not recall those
as I don't why would you then,
what she remembers is her own,
2017/07/04
July
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July might be a fragile light that swept May and June 'under the carpet' the knight of nights, the night
nigh to its next refrain a horse calling the passage
recalling the dream hotel talking to the group and remembering always someone calling you back
is that a fair where the punctuation ends? the longing be'gins the start and pagination of roar?
a body wondering for her lover, w o n dering for her lover,
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