th'et th'

th'et th'en. not too. well? so the hunger.



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d.c.
b.c.
jesu
mur.
climb. flock.
folk. wan.
cover. chink.

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face harder than chasm.
between her thigh. clandestine of the wrench,

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Ive held your hand with a sonnet
aimless iambic thunder
to her loving thighs
two times
each manner
strum




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Thy Heart

The heart was a lonely hunter,
(graduated by any other prey)
but then Death stepped in


with her whoopsy-dipsy shit
begging the question
for a night of fair and
pair


begging night
a question of life and fare,
that ferry-ride
(a matter of wear and tear)
over the other side



where death and ground play
ape and bear
when the lion takes time from the lamb
without a tab
minding its own business




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All of my words were on parole ~ out of the prison of mouth

as a kiss hidden between two weeks ~

as a rose

Over the wave. She went. her air. went hair. wet hair. clutter'd clouded. it was . the cumulus touch. as sparing as was her glover. She meant. he meant, love. or well as when water swirls atthe bottom of lover's throat. cleaning the darknight, handsome as a rose.

there was a ballad coming

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because she was

sheshee she was certain she was I was certain right she right certain was right I certa

|Certain that she was right. Certain right. she was . her face .

right to right. it broke in three vertiginous planes. cracked round the side of her face ~ planes of her face. and her skirt face pleated round the planes. she was right.|

tain was right I certain her curtai her ncurtain was

because she was certain she was I was certain right she right certain was right I certain her curtai her ncurtain was cer __ her curtain her _ behind her curtain her crenille _ crinOline was curtain to her crenille _ between it her right certain was eyes to her hidden smile her eYEs eYEs eyes Yes

her ankle
her hand
was
the invite
to the
land
of the

right
behind

the
curtain
O
how
she
smile d ~


She
was
right
between
the
curtain

here ~

(she lived
around the corner
in the land of rain ~)

inspired byRandi Antonsen's

____________ I was certain I was right ~

Amants éternels :capture becomings recollecting~

O the lovers eternal as the grasping night. she miss his lips. tiger to her

self ~

O and did you dream the rainy....

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____________________________________I did I did

|O and did you dream the rainy day in this side ? the planet side? rainrain|

(Oyes I did I did teacher I did rain the raindream planet)

it came sideways to its rain sideways to its rain

was that rainy spiritual rain sliding ? climbing? _________ did it become skating rinks to speeding rinks? september?

_______________________her rain was a plum

that rain a peach fell to sky

...a rainy day on this side of the planet... ~

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________________________________cavort over the sun
_____________________________________it did it did heel

pumping high

O that

The small rain down canst rain.



the old song

the old mystery rain ____________

...a rainy day on this side of the planet...

a throng of her giving

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now hot summer came
her hot head
asked
his hot heart
she
asked
she
asked in a song

a throng
of her giving
round her
love




she wondered was it possible to make love in an air-conditioned room? a fan was one thing but air-conditioning?

were hands
like
hers made
for
the
cool
conditioning

of this

air
roughed by its
electrical impulses?

or

was love

a baker's dozen?



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nor the name of ~

the bare wood she sang

was a tune to nothing
nothing past ten in the morning
stripping her cage of
the rare ruins of its past




she doesn't intend
ten past two in the afternoon the side order of culverts and derring-do dishes helmed hours prying kitchen doors nor washing machines with surrealistic clothes ticketing the dry wind in the ticker-tape of fury try
repeat fail again




Not that she remembers any other word blended by the hour of choice the sitting down ducks of her or anyone's fate as far as that goes she waits at the table serving the hourly moment a mass of praying and quirky humdingers ashamed to pronounce her name between times she lives in slum rises tenement buildings with rats for neighbours waiting for the cushion of fate to carry her A word clinging to her ear she is the beauty of the instant in the mirror of choice her minor shield an arrow to trace her spare fibs and open handed fable




Seconds later the baton and ranked squares summon the hour from its kept pond orders a troupe in the hill not a possessive noun a frown to agree on a teased spoon leaned against the rock






page turn to her gleaning dust

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STeADy Head

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steadyheadrain the curlicuecutaVast
brokeness helds her hat signed thegame off 't
'alf copcons the instaNt of heR waNtinthe Teeth
she'sshyof let me tellyouabout her thighs
howeyesof hennaed and hands about her
worked the passive 'deep' structureofI's
in the plural possesive of wantin' seeD

'atthotgates hooligans neither found wanting
or desire'd when the boomboom came
her hearting want was spuriouS dirt tothe
touchof her love luv. some phoneme chippe'd
atthe basket of 'old love ' and new kne w _ .'



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more on Horus and poor old Dagon the fish god

as Duchamp said there are no more centers. right? right so. even the corny Madame SoSo Tris has her face place in theE schema of thIngs. Love is aD og. and that is fine. a very democratic thing.

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Horus and the rest of the kicked out crowd. Multiplicity as a dog. The Dog King. Resurrection is not necessarily transcendent but can be and is a becoming immanence. Three days in the dog house, and yer return as a god was budding blossoms a billion times over, becomings. Virgins and 12s add up to zodiac of pattern ritual and rounding squares. Welcome to the mystery bookof your ten toes 12 steps, and one 13 a Judas(hole) for every beckoning beaker.

Ascend in this sense, is immanent to its subjective torture. What cannot become must be. he and Guattari, were humble, he says in What is Philosophy " However, if it is permissible to criticize such a great artist...." speaking of Tinguely... but if one can criticize what does it foreTell of will and showers of rain. Does your prose speak prose ? is yer performance a sentience of desire-machines breaking.

People who literalize the psychology of the ancient are foolish. Suffer fooling around. She was fooling around.

a Living saviour rare as a radium rain storm. Crowned by coronas of veritable illusions.

In your first prose, you were book and staff. She have rhizome to heed, her bellow.

O Ram's horn. of ram and blam. of shedding and petal. Or rose who flue her eyeballs clapped on kindness.

theE thingSzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

theE thingSzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzinnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggssssssssssss grammar grammar grammar wont let us say say wont lets say say wont it wont let us say we say we wont say us we say we wont say our punctuations must be marsh was its marsh mellow our semicolonoscopy must be berfect or our Bierce wont rite. R rightwontrongour juget wont objetour subJect wont reJect. Our CONject won't perjure R J woan G

of
dese
enmoore
our moor hath
heath
in whoore
hoore

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by dese fragmemushes en more our dogs have done

sneaky snuk ~

a sneaky little poet was sneaking along the ground.
not wearing his Homer shoes.
but his home-made Badmintons.
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flower head ~

O flower head O flower Head ~ in g

__________________________>is this flowera gun? doe s it melt to love's sweet power? o the gun of love i s a fierce fierce ray ~

brain metltin to flooodoflower splash
puffing roun
that hardly defined gun

her flower head hida gun a gun

cucumber

the lady's still. her head drifts evaporates into a mist that's colour . pushes its wide colour . horizontal spreading


her head's dream's undefined

we were eating cucumbers as the cat sauntered . bye-bye :her EYEs were Twinkle Fine: she said. her cattail swished in the revelry of the cucumber's . tale.

a cat(inside everycat lies a green eyed cucumber! & a lady
donning her cummberbund~) a cucumber and a dream is cambric~.not top or

bottom head

a cat a cucumber and a dream. is dainty.

a d ream the cat ate the cucumber and the dream was
st i l l