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Matter's Time
2007-09-08 22:06:00
And not to think this is a dark age,And not to know the river's silly exactings,And not to be ponderous of the self,Floating, floating, floating,This time is:Apocalyptic(Like most others)Fears of the ceaseless organismChanging the bells of value,Strands of DNA slithering in anticipation,The mirror-like pools of frog-time,Lilly sighs into the afternoons, swimming,Wanting to fly.Ironic that we answer questionsYet remain idiots in their askings.Oh so splendid, the structure of conversation,The muddy movements in isolation,Canyons of ego-centric pack-dogs,Smiling in the green violence of moneyThose old and sneaky illusions.Not that love isn't,But we've been tricked,That glamor is objective,The rare TV music of plush-rugged dungeons,Fooling even the Buddha,Without fooling him.Our simple past,Deep in the soup of billinuim,Pasteurized bliss rains washing the air into power,The ancient earth seas of giant-mooned summers;Our soft gliding flesh is of nurtured dirt,Molded in the wisdom of d...
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Why Rodney?
2007-09-08 07:49:00
Rodney McBelly,Sleepy blubber moth,Awakes from his cradle trailerTo drink of anxieties' piss.Was it the hand jobsThat he acquiredFrom a crazed 60-year old homosexual?Slim Pickens is Mack's man!Was it the psychotic toothless blondeWho would ride him every noonAnd tongue his meat at duskBut she ran away with Blacky.Remember the day Perry up and left him?Preaching the gospel to hospital audiences,Holding intimate dinner parties with Jesus,Perry was a healthy kid.Could it be those 15-year old girls,Little fuck rabbits dancing on his fat belly,Gifts of glowing quarters for Packman."Good girl!"No, we don't know,Why RodneyEver since you escapedCamirillo mental hospitalIn brilliant sow-dom.You can go back to sleep now,Rodney.

Sir Throasher
2007-09-07 20:39:00
Die man in the kinky hay of grotesque,Empty copulation.See the movieWith the Gody Murder marine:Liquor license,See, know Jo Blo,Dionysian cat food.Apparently the train of the thought is skewed --Towards Topeka.Eleven farmers by the roadWith tight naughty virgin: Goats.Timidly I space-out to drunken catholic professors.Teach neoclassical:EconomicsThe Reagan Pall, Nancy ONMYFACEDANCE.Just say, "Fucking No."Great Americans drop acid and finish bicycle religionsAnd that park in San FranThat ferlinghetti came in,Come in:Read Anti-Communist Korean want ads!Examples?Yes and sloppy: Better dead than Red.Marx is of the bodacious persuasion.I know international pidgins love grainAnd pounce and frolic in the play of changeAnd revolution!Revulsion, as this poem goes,As hope is definedAccounts define,Know the priests: Wheat."Sir, the gas-station Christians are ALPHA."Loaning money to desert acid children,To young for the war, the whore,The dropping of Nixon quotesThat are the...

Mother Earthling
2007-09-06 21:08:00
Now the time will tell.Now the knower will kneel.Fire rounds her landscape ship,Measuring the timber's bell.Now her rolling grace has fallenAs quietly as the now itself,To windy, sandy, oiled days,And muddy miner nights,Cutting and plucking as rats do eat,Feeding our corporate sight.She rejoices in voices to be thrown,With simple callings, pure,Cloaked in her soft precision,Sounds for the cities' ear,Of easy days and humid rains,Comfort from her aging nipple years.Sit with her under Buddha pineOr willow in your hair.Know your childish ice-cream grinWas Eden's pain to bear.Step up and see the Sun's desire,The wire to the other worlds,Now in silent rape for all to have!As muddy rivers roar,Racing to the green littered shores,By melting mountains, Sweaty from our ape-metal games,And Chevrolet strains of DNA asshole fame.Warlock math will never work,Our science fruits will rot.Her beautiful rage will burst in red,In the time when we shall be taught.For she is --And we are her,And th...
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Sodomy and Gomorrah
2007-09-06 06:36:00
"Who in the hell ate shit while I fucked sheep?"The question rings in the decadent stables of Sodom,Where fat bitch-slapped sluts rode pig and cockThrough dark fiery streets,Whereby strode an angel Who released a jewel from his eye,To quell the cream,The thick cum fountains --In butt, in cunt, in mouthAtop mountains of sweat-flesh greased orgasm pigs.Those fuck wads in Sodom and Gomorrah ate Hades death shitAnd their souls without bodies must have freaked!
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Narcissus
2007-09-06 06:24:00
When love is sin And sin is loveOh brawling sinAnd sinful love!Narc issus,I'm going into my planet, With mommy.

Anxious of the Herd
2007-09-05 19:55:00
Dark between the muddy gateI hear the candyman call,To a sun-harvest black-sheet parade.But near the ancient lamps,Outcrops neither future, Nor past.Take me in your arms parade.Let me pass those festive gray asphalt gatesAnd behold the neon entrance of your number's world,Your ink-stained land of beauty, carnage and ass.But who am I to Jester?I once sat throwing peanuts at the birds to.

Sears Catalogue
2007-09-04 21:46:00
Swimming colors through greenGuillotined trianglesWith red sporting Turquoise.Missiles toward rooftopsOmaha roofs of tintedOrange.Pink basements and blue,Very blue bedrooms.Touching telephone boothsWith muddy kumquat glassAnd Tupperware spoofsAlso decked in green,Beautiful bulging wallets.
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In the Kansas Room
2007-09-03 20:25:00
In the Kansas Room ,The nightingales sing on dusty organs.Death takes the patrons at the tables.As they drink the wine of the Kansas Room.In the Kansas RoomShe glides with blonde locks up the staircase.It's for you to wrestle the night.She will be waiting above the Kansas Room.In the Kansas RoomThe fat salesmen will gamble green polyester.The dice are round not square.You have stepped off the edge.Your snake eyes will be drainedAnd your heart will become the enemies lamp,Until you leave the Kansas Room
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State Dreams
2007-09-02 21:57:00
Like sand-worn pillars of ruinWhose groping hands have felt the edge,I sing only of gravity's darknessWhich hardens particle into mythAnd forges us from the furnace of empires.The more I learn of historyDo I read my own diary.For I have purged innocenceWith a bronze purpose like BabylonOnly to cry alone, scatteredLike ravaged mother Rome.Waterloo slipped from Napoleon's will,So have lovers eluded my dreamsCausing me to rise in wanton excessLike Uncle Sam at whorehouseRolling in the chocolate of his riches.We are all like rusted nationsEmbracing emotions that peddle dogma,In poisoned honey vatsThat artists drink like wineAnd statesmen spillAgainst their sticky bibsIn the nursery of legend.As our lives flutter in a riverbedAnd flow in an algebra of pattern,So are nations suspended,Snug in a dew-wet webThat glistens in the morning sunOf a billion smoldering dreams.
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Atlantean Wizard
2007-09-01 22:21:00
Look up into the sky And not to see a wizard. Look up at the sun And imagine an exacting turn, The sun a thought, A Window left open And through once the wizard came.Take the time to walk forever, Up a staircase that winds through vast rooms, Rooms full of oceans, Furnished with islands, Rugs of green land, Atlantis, Walk as the wizard's boot forever.Say the speak with hands folded to the millimeter, Say the speak of a thousand worlds. Stay the week, One world, one king, One wizard, Hold the line While becoming lines, Mirrors, Power, War.Kill the death that brought the gods of Atlantis downward in motion,Incur their fie...
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