This curator sits just
as happy as clamshells
he's turned into art
with his own two hands.
And maybe it sells, or maybe
they come
to box up it all for a tour
of slum.
DREAMERS AWAIT US
This curator sits just
as happy as clamshells
he's turned into art
with his own two hands.
And maybe it sells, or maybe
they come
to box up it all for a tour
of slum.
About the only thing I get pissy
about in life is being doubted
as to my sincerity: this
is unreasonable, as people grow
they accumulate doubts by hard
experience, and a flash of insight
and the sudden lurch of reeling indecision ought to warrant
suspense of judgment
towards any doubter. Even if I feel
this or that one SHOULD know
me
better, the conflict itself indicates:
well,
no, we
don't.
My past difficulties with you
and most recent with him grieve me only
because I was never able to connect with
him, and you yourself have bloomed into
a positive marvel of discretion. I am glad you're alive
As to me, well hell if I survive I'll be doing alright.
________
Most everyone I love most from
in real life seems to be thriving
just now. It's a blessing so far. You
don't know this about me,
maybe, but I've had a lifelong
antipathy, occasionally to the point
of pathological phobia, towards addiction
itself. That's due to childhood and childish
personal issues. I've been to the meetings, but
always in support of this or that gf or semi-bestie
(NOT ALWAYS FEMALE, either). Alanon seems
to work for a lot of people. My favorite meetings
have always been AA and NA,
the latter of which really seems
to cover everything. I've SEEN
the 12 steps work, and who they
've worked
for.
I just try not to talk in there. I'm
an arm, a shoulder when I'm at my
best. Don't worry about day vs. night
for me too much. My sleep cycle seems
to be keyed by the other sleepers in the
house, and that presently includes two
very
fast
cats.
I just
got up
for a breath of fresh air.
I can't believe how early
I went to bed last night but
I slept like a stone, so. Good
morning, wherever you may be!
Some one else's ignorance is bliss
Everytime he sees it he goes mad
Just because he don't know how it lives
I think about it just to make me mad
Every body's alibis for
Someone's ideal way to die...? NO
ONE
REALLY WANTS
TO SEE
"Clare Danes," NAKED
No-one really wants to see Clare
Danes naakeedd,
Except for maybe this one weird guy
I knew.
Accepting maybe this one weird
guy I knew!
Other than it she was best in scene
Took the Terminator to new heights
Just because it seems her dad on-screen
Had a thing or two for undertights? Nah,
Everybody's alibis keep
no one's ideal way(s) alive
Noone really wants to see
her flame naked
No one really wants to see
that game played it
Except for sadly this one creep
guy I knew! Oh yeah I know
that one creep guy sits
Blue
Watch out for
the guitar solo
on my songs, lately
'cause it sucked! Sorry
Clare was also excellent
in many other things,
and she started out
a kid, but the story
arc she has much
kick, and did! Hi there
nobody in p'ticklar now
The A.I. Poets have
no day, so long as Art
is real green gold in
hearty minds for spirits
souled to highest bid:
One Name.
All Hold.
They can remix like
wrapped-up punks
the blackest fits
of isneon. Yet
who the hell gives
sh!ts on names?
When Adam was
the onliest one so
clepen-clatched by
own decree. She
found a worm.
That apple's FREE.
And I write wreaking
well-wrought tales by
older seas than Rome,
we'll fail. But while
we live, grow up
upright and see Art's Sake
is sushi-cut, and see hipsnake
is no new euph
-onious sound
just gar
licked
good.
SO
OOF.
Let's give. This
needs
no sacrifice. For life,
to live, to breathe in
strife that never ends
meets suffering. The worst
attachment all men seem
to bring.
I kid you, not and bid you this:
THESE RHYMES HIT HOT
between the ayes and desperodds
to find Egyptian Bangles nod.
Quite right, quite just. Ask Henley,
Don. He put the show, she stole
my run and Prince's song
was for her heart
a hazy shade.
Icicle dart. So let the zephyrous
malaise Spring. Let magistrates
begin something, but call the court
in no delays. We've got
the whines, okay. OK?
But I'll prefer the Amber
Ales and IPAs from distant
sure. The man heard me give
history, and poured me out
that gin.
Galore
Or each, or all, no gods' decree
satanic sprawl in false black caves
by Roman bones and stolen manna
from old stones: it is
in fact
a surface squall. And I the instrument
defense: a surface of much bone
and light, but cheekbones fat
and hair: I meant.
We love low stakes
raised high to romp
and more than each,
and you, curb
-stomp. So let's just park it
out in gear so poncho-slick
We Oudda Hear.
It's not. I'm not thus capable. But public
assignation's hot in only eyes who wink
at suns too deep in skies to get
shit.
Done.
__________________________________
With seas
your eyes of
azure greenlit
sea-foam cares
hair hard, salt soft
in wide-strewn spray:
Perigianne.
The Greek-ish
Antipodes
Know when
the Cypriot
looks cool
and shit
I'll bind no knot
to loose you, first
but by fourth dates
all claims run void
The undertow suck
Takes me first.
Or this I vow:
A Wedding Band of surf
and spray and light and
sand for one beach day
whether permits
the storm goes fast
but darkness
fits.
Miss Mary Madge and Sister
Blue were talking stalkers
how ’bout you? We circled
’round like Sofa Queens: they
garret up on Cowboy Fan(s)
and Rock roll dreams while
Stetson stepped across the
whey like cigarettes in butt
-strewn tails to live it all
Down Pt. Pleasant Beach
inlet
No cat no ape no dog
All Ball. All gift
begets
all get.
Look, "gais."
O R A L
G H ON A REE_A
IS
J!U!S!T.
___________________________________
ON THE
F.I.T.S.
E MINT
MP
A O
LW
EE
R
THE FEMALE IMPOWERMENT
S C U U M T EAM
FEATUREING:
SCARLETT JOHNS
CLAIRE DANES n a k e d AND
ARTIE SVARTZENNEGRAIL
A S
D O T T IE TRUNK'S GIN MASTER HIIIII-YA
______________
p.s. fuck off, stalker and go k!!!!!!LL A R A P I ST PLZ 'ta
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HE-HULK,
LOOK. i w a n t
FAMOUS-WOMAN!!!!
TO BARE MY WH O O L E LOTTA
IRISH PUBBY BITCH E S
ON STAGE
N O W w ww w.,
with her pushy
P
O
S
T
SCRIPT!!!
Sorry, Gojiira you gorilla whale
FAT AS A FISH on hearbreak
hail hale HALE TO THE KING
of monstrausaurs
King
Kong
Ain't
GOT FUR on
y'ores
(KMD sample) "Since the day I was born
I was on a mission
Never played out of position
or missing or wishing
I came out kissing was no spank
on the back side
Just oscillating nurses
waiting for BLACK [ THAT ]
guy, I I was talking way
before I could crawl
or walk. And what
the ladies heard
wasn't baby talk
I'd drop a line like
a bomber would drop
a BOMB. Highly explosive
but notice I was kool
and calm, ready
for action at the age of one the fun
was just beginning I was winning
[ hi-hat comes in, some guitar drone ]
the ladies would come with arms
open and hoping for a kiss
and a hug. I'd strip down HAH
and watch the ladies bug
I stood up for a while
then I started walking
I heard some lady say
"Look who'se talking"
That's right baby you
can't leave me [ HIM! ]
alone 'cause if you can't
please me don't tease me 'cause
I'm [ FULL BAND CRASH
IN ] BAD TO THE BAD TO
THE BAD TO THE BAD TO
THE
(former spoken by Mohandas
Dewese AKA Kool Moe Dee)
Full band (low harmony vocal
me): WE GOT YOUR YEAR
IN ROCK RIGHT HEAR, BAE
BAE
I came to be the one who'd stay
THE ANTI-NICE the opposite
of what you meant when you talked
shhh-T I BACK YOU UP AGAINST
that wall! Because you're indefensible
You lost the last
best chance you had you can pray
Good luck
You can Ugly it up, but
I'm
The Bad
(S. Leone inspired guitar line
and chords) I'M
THE BAD
DEEER, NEEER DEEEAH DAHH
AHM
THE BAAAAD
get
off
mah
TIP
CONSPIRACY
is on my side
Step to me you get took
for a ride, they'll lock
You up
They'll hide the key
Don't put your self
through hell for me
AHM SO MEAN I MEAN IT ALL
My soul is indestructible
You really ought to doubt
your "should" 'cause God
He is Great,
Jesus is Good, but
I'm
the bad
(Whistling part)
toot de doodle doodle doo
BAH NAH NAHHHHH
der REET der ROOTLE ROO
DAR, NAR, NAHHHH
DOOTY DOOTY DOOOOO
nah nah nah
DOODLE-TOODLE-TU
HIT IT
Spoken: destruction is
a creative act and I love
to create so keep the hell
BACK.
_________________
Band intro:
CFO & director of BASS STRINGS
COO & director of BOOM
CEO & lead of strings
CCO
& assistant to the director
of strings
______________
Band goes in to "DESTROY"
It brings me back to the sun beating
down and the smell of chlorine
It brings me back to the fall
of the leaves
and the rape
of Persephone.
And when I get tired of seeing
her face in the clouds, and
the streaming rain
is ready to run down,
she calls me
back indoors, she
says I'm yours,
and that's when I feel
joy.
Here me out
I'm going to call a party.
Here and now, inviting
everybody. Bring
your girlfriend bring
your boyfriend bring
your ex-girlfriend too
everyone you've ever
loved or even hated
will do
Just
sit on down discussing, or
get on up dancing
State
your mind or change the state
your mind is in
I would never tether you
over what you hold, dear
Bring your freaky twelve
step program or your big
case of beer
We got rocking to do
All man
We got rocking to do
All woman
Now jump on up right
and just for just one man
'Cause only one man came
to take his bird in hand
shove it back under the bush
Let it cheep-cheep a bit
Tell that Courtney, Girl
Next dive's for me let's
swim still a bit, We
Got
Rocking
TO-DO
ALL MAN
has got rocking to DO-OOO, with
ALL WO-MAAA,HANN
has got rocking to do
all man
doo DAHHHHN HAS GOT
ROCKIN' TO DOO, EWE
with
all
woe
mah
han
guitar solo?
Bridge to the chorus
Plug in the Saba Facebook Army
on backup and give me a front
row metric ticket, please.
Good
girl
Good
boy
Go doggo go
From the hills
of Moraga I met
the bull. He stood stock
still with his big mouth
full and I strode as I sang
over those peaceful hills
the song
"We Got Rocken To Do"
It Kills.
does any body in the house wanna rock it won't matter I
'll scatter a half a docent at once, work up a lather and
shatter allegory to focus upon the matter at HAND
I dip the toolbooth turnstyle TAP
IN and meet your demand, I'm
pulling voltage
no shortage 'cause when
my wires were tapped i
best the outer generator
snagged the lightning and SAPPED
the Transformers from the East
to the West, I guest, well
if you're in it to won, blest
learn to burn it the best
and so I pulled from the RED
AND SAID I GOT who it takes
Turn on the power
and shower SPARKS
It's giving you SHAKES
you see I live it in shivering steel and splitting wood, arcing through
the sky as it flies, and I'll be hitting it
good like it should be
you're feeling it damnice
thunder is the SOUND
but when they noise it I strike
TWICE SMOKE in off your skin
as I began to ignight
to
night. Turn on the radio and hear me
coursing through it I STRIKE
LIKE
:kevin bacon quicksilver sample
: VOLTAGE! ROCK AND ROLL lighten
In, deer neer new
I am lightening
Long since update: that is
Christy
Leigh SCHAPP!
SCHAPP! SCHAPP, real
estate fans, but don't rule
her out as Cover Girl for
the new Sports Illustrated
Professional MOMS I'D LIKE TO LOVE fat
hardcover special edition (the one with tear-out
"centerfolds" between EVERY LIKE TWO (2) PAGES? no).
Implied nudity only, please. SI
is a Family Style Institution. It isn't Hustler, thanks.
N.
O.
W.Good Greasy Grace before, during and at meals please, today. It's franks and beans! The killer duet combo on SAINT PADRAIC'S SNAKE EXPULSERITO BURRITO DAY FOR NIGHT!
W
a
r
ning. No. MDMA and Roofies alike are NOT "recreational drugs" when you spike
an open container with them. "DEATH, FIRST!" quoth the mad in black. Death first.
It is fate's accomplice you tempt, and the lie detector will be admissible sentencing
phase, DNA ONLY available IF THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NONE (plus audio only
self-documentation by all the ladies) during the appeal during which you will be in
GAOL, not "jail," and violating what Russell Crowe calls "The Kiddie Raper Beef." Capisce
? Yes, Rose. We all
capisce.
This year
is for the mother's daughters and THEIR
moms. Next year for pop, pops, disco and
rock. No roll today. Steve Winwood's got
the mumps again. Sheesh.
go unwon, unkept and left
in an unkempt box where
Jesus busses us up to the neon
HE SAVES, body-checks Gretzghi
and
muffs the puck into your mouth
like a manna wafer ONLY
HUGE
AND PUMPERNICKEL
back to you, Janice!
HINT
NO
I DON’T GAME
CODE NO CODE GO
SIMILAR
same. Exegesis
note in the margin
broke and wholly wholly
aves the birds got work. So it’s
true him, with Hymn, Light UP
a Lyre to toast Tyr’s day higher
as Blue herself busses it
fast lanes driving right into
town
and We’re going to
Mr Manhattan to chew
duck fat, eat fries, dip
shakes toss tomatoe pies
weep tears of beer and
frown.
I am going to swing
like a bandolier on rapier mode
with repartee the sport
of kings, and ace the spy
in his own commode
with dagger and rose
in glinting teeth I'll grin perforce
and dare this risk: to care
IF
you can steal the name
but it ain't no thang, you can
swipe the bones but you got
no stones
you can ape the flesh, but I've
Angels Left
and you never could write
without A.I. automasturbatory
non-IP-havin' FALSE "DEFT,"
BUT
Still. so
go knock y'self out, my originator,
my collaborator, my shaking money
maker
my "created creator"
Welcome. BAGS N'
COLLABS, WONDERFLUFF
____________________________
There are no persimmons,
heah
Go check W.C.W's FRIDGE
NOTE: no plums there, eith
-err err
My Nude, Nineteen
inch waggly prong prefers
a more balanced metric! It's
actually, exact verifiably
apt, numerically, BUT
(HUGE BUT alert) in
centimeters, thanks!
UGH
INCHES
GROSS
Brick and mortar smash
and grab. Don't call the
cops
it's equity. For anyone poor
just visit your nearest neigh
-borhood store! They extend
all credit to who'll
shoot
stab
we
live in a false economy
. For anything true, we
must go online. So then
we pay half, just
to lose it all.
Your love
Your life
Your wife
and
wine.
She rises up like crack
of dawn, punting puppies
left and right to barge
into the yard so strong
and set the birdsong birds
to flight, and only then
by six A.M. she'll dive
bomb
bed
with coffees on
and bolt the last half
-glass of wine
and dream the snooze
alarm to "ON"
She kneed me in the groin,
because I need her too much
in the crux, or I confess
it's no mistake. She said
I liked it
sort of rough
I swear to you girl, no one
"likes it rough." That's game
without a flame, no candle
never get enough
For you and me and wilder
beings than we, or you,
or I
just
can't tell a single wilder thing
than gentleness
all gone awry
So if you bite, you strike,
I beat a path away, and ne'er
return. I will not have
you
chasing me. O when oh
woman will you
learn.
We are tamed
by all the pressure
every thing we
want
And never will she walk
her way, and never will I
start. For when you're in
the moment, every moment
falls
so
apart.
Hey nephew
or, is it niece
we are all one
or
the other at
least if
you care to check
it, we probably
are. Not by
wish, or so
to speak,
So ask
your funny Auntie
she
has votive smoke
and candy since
I'm more the
avuncular sort,
I'd warn you off
my yard, there
SPORT.
If
you were
worried at all, mighty warrior
all your luck
if it all fell off
in slinking cling
of finest silver mail and iron
clanking
plates, just
call
and
stall.
I won't play ball, come
charging in to swoop
the day,
unless you save
a breath for me
within my range
to hear you say
ok
ok
It's RAPE JOKE MONDAY over on Consider
Your Ass Kicked so
Why not go? Rape me in comments
but
Only by your own real internetonym
And
ONLY
via a posted link from the news with no
commentary of your own, so you will look
SO BAD
When I reply in the link's comments and you don't
dare
show
up. Thnx, coward
Cool
I love
you got it for you
for real, girl
I say. Girl, I say. You
are my girl like I am your
dog, sort of. So to speak. I am
the puffy-eyed gentle
man you spit at
by the side of the robe, and are afraid of
secretly slipping all your clothes off
and jewelry, too but
In the Southlands, it's not
done. Somewhere down dear
and deep, near the Reef they call that
a miner offense,
because
jewelry
DUH
Anyway
Did I tell you that one or
the reverse? Let's just
sleep the sleep of the just
on that one, please girl
what time is it?
You think you're so
compassionate but you
can't even suck your
dick if incels' lives
depended on the sub
-jugation of wokind
.
Well rightly so, so said,
says I - self-care is no
apocalypse. It might pay
heed to keep in mind
your own bent neck
aimed for
one
kiss.
You think you're so
woke but you won't
even check your own
at the door out of fear
some adrenalized, test
-osterolized Def Leppard
fan will go ape on the
child you love
your inner child, then
- call it a wash
You claim you're such a big
Def Leppard fan but
but WHAT?
Def Leppard SUCKS?
Who are you and what
My automatic
official permanent-
repeat track. It turned
the whole wide world to white
noise and myself as well, while
the beat slides in, into, through and
past - leaving
a hard harsh minty
cleansed surface: inside and out
beans for eyes, but
magic
beans of purple depths
and gold green sheen
that she calls gray
as battleships, or
grey as ghost smoke
kitten
tips
Your reading is perfect
poise and counterpoise, a
strong-footed amble over
uneaven meadows like
floating on breeze.
In fact I cannot quite believe
that you were reading me, more like
you read us, and burned nerves to lyres,
golden strung to strum and turned a text
into a parabellum
Your reading is perfect poise and counterpoise, a strong-footed amble over uneaven meadows like floating on breeze.
In fact I cannot quite believe that you were reading me, more like you read us, and burned nerves to lyres, golden strung to strum and turned a text into a parabellum
She loves the wet and drenching mist
and she can get it
just exactly right here where
she is, but she'll
ascend the depths
to look out down
upon the moors
and find the clouds
that she adores
A days, years, months, decades
-old poem somehow does never
pass without some one concluding:
he's at home. He lives and breathes
this misery exactly NOW.
Go pound your own sand,
Herakles. Your seer is
Tiresias, a legendary
blind man bluff. Your
poet's deaf, oh yes
he is.
Go Homer, my dear
homely holmes
your
Watson needs a rooster
bird
to fluff up so dramatically
in his free P.R. puff piece
>>WORD>>
Cloudhead is a German
term for rooted feet to dance about
with eyes all over heaven's brim
just geeking out on shapes
no doubt but
It's not really German, though.
Kind of English
Fond of Art
Looks like she's got beams
for eyes but don't mistake
me now
And
do not start.
I pitch woo thick
and black as fresh
amber caught by
volcanic ash
in volcanic blast
as if of ages
ago, never
meaning to
never knowing
to whom
for I'll be long
dead and gone by the time the trapped bug
can speak to you
I find the ocean endlessly raveling
or “ravelling” - hard to say smacked
by waves in the sea salt spray and
unwinding undertowage and shit
but when it clutches and holds you
thrusts you down beneath the azure,
you sure do always know
which way to spin
IT'S TIME
to let's go
IT'S TIME
to sing the let's go song
IT'S TIME
So let's go!
IT'S TIME
We won't be gone too long
Everybody's talkin' about
Staying in or maybe
Going out
Now we've got our go shoes on
The time has come
So come on EVERY ONE
IT'S TIME
to let's go
IT'S TIME
to sing the let's go song
IT'S TIME
So let's go!
IT'S TIME
I love it when people
think I'm trying to be
funny.
It's almost as
funny as when people
think I'm trying to be
smart.
Or seem smart.
Or BOTH, but oh
the worst one that
takes the cake
and layers on
the brown stink
frosting is when
some
fool
tells me I,
I, mind you
am pretending
to be stupid.
To get out of
Helping Them
- with something that
sorry, is legitimately beyond
me! OK?
So ahem and a phlegm, amen
and forever! Right now going forward
to cataclysmic catastrophic cosmic
entropy and backward to the
beginning
of spacetime itself:
I DO NOT
"pretend"
to be stupid
...
Well, I never!
It's Ok, though I love it when
absurdity heads its ugly rear some
ways up the chute, some how cute
or goofy though I guess it tickles
or scratches some itch, even though
all impact in-question's
in the other sun of a
hum. Hm. Even so, somewhere,
something within them
is what's concerned or impacted,
involved in the wild delusion
or interpretation error, on that
score so to speak. In that
sense.
And I put it hard and point it
FINE: IN ONLY
that sense! I do not "pretend"
And furthermore, I never
...
not that, any
how
She asked to me
She asked to the room,
apparently. Within earshot of
our server plus the tables in range
she was
on her "inside voice," but for her
that noise-to-signal ratio rang out
so clarion clear, "inside"
our breakfast spot.
Well,
breaking fast with her
was a hell of a ride
Generally I'm shot
boom ROCK from the bottom
of mah heart ricochet
off the top
of my head, drop
down SPRING-BOARD! off
the tip of my tongue
double-twist
triply-lindy to PLOOSH
KER-PUNK break PLASHLESS
through the surface of
/in the (specific
one-to-one) conversation's
pool,
OR
SMACK
SMASH SMOOSH
KER-PLOOP
crunch
SQUISH
if the pool
level wasn't filled
up to spec as one
wished.
The "pool" in
this case:
(being) some rapport;
some mutual knowing
devoutly fished, or
wanted or at any
rate achieved: between two
as it always was,
is.
my bloody sword's
asleep and no
it hasn't been put
in its sheath I just
let the blood, just
oxidize
let this corrosion keep
because
if I should have
to draw
if I should
have to strike, the blade's
very significant length of edge is
polished sleek and cute
to keen
in any moment, date
or year of any month
or holiday, and rust
is one hell
of envenoming
or so I've read, and
so they say
I knew a girl called Jackie
Gams (oh, Jaqueline, as
she preferred) who used
to try to hold my
hands. She had
the first and
second-best
of legs,
you know
so she could.
WORD
battle fatigue
combat injury
I took a wrong step and
destroyed my knee
I pulled a wrong weight
and so pulled
my back
just the strife
of life, in life
and I will bounce
flat
Soon
You'll be alone with the memory
of all
your sincere regards.
And I'll
shuffle off the deck, discretely.
This cruise
Has been free of charge,
so far...
...but the price of admission is guilt
There's a series of fiction confessions in you,
and I'm scenting the sense of a new career -
when you fly off the cliff after it,
won't you spare me one
glance
in
your
rear
view
mirror,
you?
Remember my shine.
As you wash the world in light,
from the one thing you got right
Remember my shine.
Once you've seen the last of me,
that's the worst of it you'll have to see
Remember my shine.
As you let your vision dim
from the too much light
that you let in,
remember my
mind
somewhere
over the spectrum.
And heart
in a cool, dry place.
Where you
have been trapped in graven image,
by the lines
as it desiccates
in an airless space
...while the heiresses R.S.V.P.
They beg to inform you on bended knee
that you'll be attending the banquet alone,
at a change of address, it is now your
home
sweet
home
Remember my shine.
As you wash the world in light,
from the one thing you got right
Remember my shine.
Once you've seen the last of me,
that's the worst of it you'll have to see
Remember my shine.
As you let your vision dim
from the too much light
that you let in,
remember mine.
This abyss that I have been
is not the worst fix I've been in
Since you've seen the last of me,
having left behind the best you'll see,
if you let your vision drown,
from the too much light that you let down,
Remember why
now,
Remember our
time,
Remember
mine
You know,
reading through some
or all the above (or from your
point, below, that is if so),
(views differ! Standpoints, too!), it
strikes me weird.
This: Specifically!:
Plain,
punched-in-face literal
sincerity’s apparently
the weirdest art
“avant garde”
form in the world, now. Whelp! After
decades and generations drenched
incessantly in snark culture, why
would it NOT be strange? I’m not
complaining! Yet
it is a touch absurd: if
you really commit to
it in devoted aim, purest
sincerity tends to be read
as a gag. YUCK. Nobody
seems to be pulling that one!
So naturally it’s nobody’s accustomed
take. Throws so many off, which
I call a shame, but no harm. I get
laughed at!
It wasn’t meant funny!
THIS IS A BOON, BEAUTIFUL
OUTCOME, FOOL
For this.
It is a blessing
to amuse, or to provide
occasion for others’ amusement,
regardless of what I meant to do. “MEANT”
don’t mean WELL, where well-being’s wrapped
up in the good of others,
as
well.
Too-too! Too true! That’s
plain
as
day
and
night, not combined. It's
plain as the ass
on one's face, if
and when. You know.
It happens. And besides
which: NOPE, that’s no
josh, typo fans! Day
is plain. Night
is also plain.
And the difference
between? Couldn’t be plainer, you’d
think
at least.
Right? Sure. Why
not? WHO CARES (I do!) Of
course.
I don't tend to mind,
much. Not
too much
not my style really,
...
"minding"
Poetic lice inside
your head and heart
and eye, get
everywhere.
Every sum
or solo part.
Every topic,
every care
or interaction way
too strong, in
every thought that
you knew all along,
but since disproved
in fact. In all your
shirts and all your
hats, and all your
underclothes and
things.
In other peoples'
too, plus wings.
Wherever you think
to look, they're there.
You don't know why this
urge infests, but no one needs
to know some things
Just scratch where bit and itchy
stings! On any surface nature
blest, or artifice made fit
to bring.
You have a license,
shouldn't you? You left it
in some other('s) pants,
perchance you'll find
it all along was
in
your hand(s). Well, stretch
those hands and take
a chance. Reach
fingers out and dig
in deep
to satisfy. It is
allowed, to find and
keep such souvenirs
as you create
so sly
2.
I hope it's not
the cancer. They
tested for the
marks two, three
times already right?
Be a stinking shame
if I were so stupid
taking up the smokes
at age forty
three(s),
jeez
Then I'd deserve it,
sure. No worries mate
she will be
alright
mate
wasting
away in huge food and
diet exercise, I
gotta believe no way. These
are my thirty-sixes. NO
NEED to run a check
on that - what is the
POINT, otherwise of
having two identical
(-otherwise) pairs of beautiful soft
faded cadet blue (almost gray, no
, grey to your eyes) shorts?
please
no, please no "waistline"
-centric vanity way
way this late in the
way, phase, stage
game
no-game, if so.
Not after a lifetime of
eschew to the point
such metrics are
and have been
always
wholly alien
to you!
you
gallant scoundrel
people would go nuts
if they tried to read in
reams of hidden meaning
between every typo, mixed
or missed punctuation, line
break stanza break or other
format
error
ERR ERR
syntax synthesis awry
or/and specific choice of
one (1) word
yes
READ "BETWEEN
the lines" on
one
(1)
word,
it's been done, it
can't be done
RIGHT, but.
(continued: original run
-on sentence)...that I
put out on the regular and
not at all on the
sly;
in fact one has
.
don't be two, dead
-eye
I had the sweetest cool dream
last night, perhaps the best
dream ever in fact
I was at work
and everyone there was
pleased or punchy to welcome
back their good ol' boy
me
yet
unlike
...the rote work dream template, no
one was gave me given me
THING TO DO
So
I was just a VISITOR
in ol' work place! GO FISH
NO FETCH AMEN HOO HOO
It was pretty sweet, seeing all
them (fake; dream) peeps,
and all of the smiles
and laughs they had
they were winking and making
symbolic remarks
(right over my head VWOOSH,
still, not bad) and I walked in the
air by the sea (some fair) (not
chowder or art and wine, but
fine) while people who haven't
met me in years
all veered in to have some say,
some shine and everyone kept
on handing me FOOD
(it's POISON FOOD DUDE DON'T
EAT) mind said, but undermind said
(DREAM-POISON food) so I ate
my fill and I shat
the bed
i don't need a commenter
I don't need a reader, so
I don't bait all-i-do is hook
anyone, honey now
oops don't look
, now oops
don't
it just means more when you react
each time you do it
that's a fact
each time you don't
just means more too
!
you just can't win
with me, can you?
We're hostage to each other's sleep
because this house is ours to keep
and we won't separate this room
because love love
and va va voom, but
swing, grave, day
can leave no time
to zoom
shush it
people
are trying
two