October 2010
11 posts
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the Lately.
I read your letter.
christ keeps me breathing hell cracks itself open for me and a few borrowed drinks later maniacs are made eternal gutted and skinned with love and left.
This is nonsense.
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"We don't die."
the youth generation’s lasting appeal
smooth as sheared ratskin
on a young rat’s ass
sitting on hilltops
watching battles in valleys below
clinking cups and golf clubs
some usedtobes with passports
jumping into moving vehicles
before they die; not suffering
car accidents from an armchair
artists sketching faster
for the fear of being seen
taking some hundred photographs
...
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bottlecan crooked angel
the promise land is a street curb
a dying man’s twenty fifth last heartbeat
the mecca is an overpass out first
centering a cocktail party on one
crawler vine covered window frame
contending the link between the two
with weakening bursts of fire
from blackened ancient volcanoes
once smalled now lost within
offerings of territorial privileges
confirming twenty five years
an index of...
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bottlecan (scraps)
centering a cocktail party on one crawler, vine covered window frame contending the link between the two weakening bursts of fire from blackened volcanos once smalled now lost with ability offered territorial privileges confirming twenty five years an index of pins kept alive writing endlessly on being found
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at twenty five
God speaks in fevers at night
feeding distinctions
to the lasting sons and daughters
the killed off cast of acktors
leaving two orbiting storytellers
the librarian, the composer
not to speak of the chorus
the playwright, the audience
pacing from within and around
at the hands, the vagary
of measuring time in months
or an exhausted generation
stillreading scenes
of heaven changing...
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a man at twenty five (scraps)
at the hands, the vagary of measuring time in months or an exhausted generation stillreading scenes heavens changing with a shift in perspective floating ponds lost in some template (of an easy-access temple) if you stare long enough into overcast cloudcover you will find the copyright symbol (and a subsequent, however witless, date)
tonight: scan the skyline for blackouts this storm won’t...
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off as if
it is neither pride nor dignity
it is forgetfulness that loses me within
the synthetic atmosphere of any room I construct
regardless of my exacted craftsmanship
or my obsessive cleaning and maintenance
staring from the window to the outside scene
from the window to the next act
I won’t grow out of heartache ( back and forth )
I’ll grow out of the initial kneejerk...
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as if (scraps)
you don’t grow out of that heartache back and forth you grow out of the initial kneejerk reaction (but maybe that’s just syntax and semantics) as if you ever found it too difficult to be happy (as if or not) sitting long across yourself the latest birth’s revival by slurred skin as the spoils of your own consciousness are the uncanny parallel to a drunk’s shuffle like every...
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to a new system.
the process: name and define all objects within the local solar system. if all present members can be justified and accounted for, apply the same categorization to your local neighborhood. if not, you should move
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o, eve
the damned sight of an extra left ordinary
always careful to confess
in another some strong million
passing time passing a runaway
sitting quiet bait for prowling monsters
quieter now on the no one scene of a running bus
nearer now to eve
she will provide sudden spasms of understanding
and a certain romantic fatalism
she will surprise but she won’t impress
she will hang on to nothing
...
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meant not (scraps)
a damned sight an extra left ordinary always careful to confess in another some strong million passing time passing itself toasting the runaways sitting quiet bait for prowling monsters smiling swaggering thieves
