.....................................................................................................for merl
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Shape fruit the tulip of bourgeois armory, the time wasting of traffic lights, the downtown robotic frollicking, the huge tongue of springtime. Celtic warriors skulk the outside of the house, faces tribal-marked with soot. Going to be a hot time in Gemany tonight! let loose the elbows and knees. The sky of ice and it cracks cracks shatters. striped zebras wearing humans as necklaces gonna be a cold night in America! Let loose the pygmies, the giants, no time for shamrocks and grandma, the youth are taking to the streets
rooftops ablaze with history. sugar furnace the robotic man-child in his pyjama'd dreams
blue tentacles storm
squeeze the throats of the very living. Squirmy, wormy, end of day mess & the love juice dripping from the elbows of these people. wary. animalistic silent footsteps in the forest. sun busting through the overgrowth. revolution kissing the cheeks. following the heart of the mothers. ripples on a lake. green velvet glove on an aboriginal wall. this bubbling, these small poppings, this doorway of downtown gaudy squalor. morntime. a bird. a small bird. africa.
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Shape fruit the tulip of bourgeois armory, the time wasting of traffic lights, the downtown robotic frollicking, the huge tongue of springtime. Celtic warriors skulk the outside of the house, faces tribal-marked with soot. Going to be a hot time in Gemany tonight! let loose the elbows and knees. The sky of ice and it cracks cracks shatters. striped zebras wearing humans as necklaces gonna be a cold night in America! Let loose the pygmies, the giants, no time for shamrocks and grandma, the youth are taking to the streets
rooftops ablaze with history. sugar furnace the robotic man-child in his pyjama'd dreams
blue tentacles storm
squeeze the throats of the very living. Squirmy, wormy, end of day mess & the love juice dripping from the elbows of these people. wary. animalistic silent footsteps in the forest. sun busting through the overgrowth. revolution kissing the cheeks. following the heart of the mothers. ripples on a lake. green velvet glove on an aboriginal wall. this bubbling, these small poppings, this doorway of downtown gaudy squalor. morntime. a bird. a small bird. africa.
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......................beyond thought, there is a field. will you meet me there?...............................(rumi)
sweet melt godiva's horse
and he is horse-top
sliding gently into field
borrowed time.......................oh love! o love....
lady ethiopia, i am starving for you
how the flowers talk at railroad stations
and bus terminals
how flowers lean in to each other
over the tamac road how
they put their bendy arms around each other
there is no lake like this lake which is the world
purple sky
green rain-drops where our feet were...
the world is not very big
and there is only room in it for our desperate loving...
i suppose soldiers will frost the spring
and tranquilised windows
but christ, the grass!
and the purity of lips
when they are not wasted on speech
the solemn cathedral of our bodies
humanity
stretching out its arms
here, in the forbidden corner
and there, in heaven
lady ethiopia, we are starving for you
the pianos that we hide inside ourselves
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sugar apricot the whistle / signature cavern
coalesce by vacant lot of whispers
slammed by the doorway, the wrinkled toes of a year
wagon of indifference and drunken cowboys
coarse rubber & the idle banter of turnip'd growth
soldier's paddle eats lamp
bestiary
more sugar
pillows of thunder this country lane
this country lane of shadows and silence
falling down the hole with alice
the triangular meadow and sequinned glove
the lake is a harmonica
the lake is a swan
the lake is 12 bottles of dead police
when an eyelash stares at itself
& she is more beautiful than my rent-money
than a baby's hand
than air
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sugar apricot the whistle / signature cavern
coalesce by vacant lot of whispers
slammed by the doorway, the wrinkled toes of a year
wagon of indifference and drunken cowboys
coarse rubber & the idle banter of turnip'd growth
soldier's paddle eats lamp
bestiary
more sugar
pillows of thunder this country lane
this country lane of shadows and silence
falling down the hole with alice
the triangular meadow and sequinned glove
the lake is a harmonica
the lake is a swan
the lake is 12 bottles of dead police
when an eyelash stares at itself
& she is more beautiful than my rent-money
than a baby's hand
than air
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