............Lisa, who works at Starbucks in West Seattle.

Me and my ex-wife wanted to save our marriage, so we went to see a shrink. It only took one session. Of course, she had a technical term for it.

She said we were "co-despondant."

Lamp is heart.


Soul is ocean.


The laminated heart-beat rivets the soldier to his mother.


Sequential, torrential...


Another kind of fur.

A brief history of 2007.



It was funny, but you had to be there.



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What's the opposite of empathy?......Love.

Many times you have gathered,

all around my cabin door...

To work for Them is such a bore

I'd rather starve than be a whore


I'd rather lie in bed and snore

Than eat their shit upon the floor

I'd rather hike to Timbucktoo

Than be a monkey in their zoo


People say 'to pay the rent'

But as you know that makes no sense

For if we all refused to pay

They couldn't drive us all away


Others say, it's for 'Old Age'

But no friends of mine have ever saved

Enough to buy a pauper's grave

So what gain, in thus enslaved?

With furrowed brow, and broken back

Those friends of mine are really whacked!


So gather your rose-lips while ye may!

I'd hate to go and I'd love to stay

Don't bother with coffee or sandwich today

Just stroke something naughty, and lead me astray

For if sky be blue, or the sky be grey

The road be clear, and the radio says

Death is thirty-two minutes away.


Hieronymus Bosch, and Robert Crumb

Monday mornings are never fun.


Five more minutes to laugh and to play

Five more minutes, to be human today.

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But the storm intensified, and we became somnolent fish, blue, with yellow diagonal stripes, each equidistant.
Then they covered us up.
One by one, the penguins arrived, from the East. Each bore a gift. Heart, guts, liver. We formed an assembly.
Fire, come walk with me.


if any casual reader should, all of, wish to a human being to become one. Or, rather, wish to stop not being a human being, then a vein of glory and map quest, time may yet, barbie-queued, small triangular ham sandwiches, maybe some baby sausages, and afterwards upstairs for bodies to be inside bodies. For thus it was, and then we wander away.

Why did I cut my genitals off and bury them in your garden?

Aluminum foil is beautiful, and mistakes are maids.

Servants occupy our lower quarters.

What a waste of slime. Squat away, we've time.

"small-talk sounds like a firing-squad now."

"I want to spray love all over the place, like a porcupine in fear."

lonnnnnnng fingers....

My boots need cleaning, Miss Tongue... thank you.

A bird, our purple mountain, the glorious stench of garbage


my little nun........silver, sliver, silver

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EXPLODING IS PAINFUL


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I mean, not being POST-EXPLOSION is certainly painful


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The most useful-yes
of time-now-body
breathes in hotsome a new string, The Revolutionary Catechism, in La Belle Tenebreuse.

This is easy enough. One googles 'La Belle Tenebreuse'. then, as mister Lynch would say "Bob's your uncle."

A different mathematics. It ends the alibi. Oh yes it does.
It looks like Louis Bunuel's come.

It is a different view of the South.

Saved by the belle.


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Using a utility knife, to remove the panties from a molecule. You don't learn that in schoool.






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The flipside turnpike rabbitifies the frost
in oldier, dusk, razor-wire conundrums...

beckoning and single torches. We drew a village, we Men of England. Everything is possible. Sir Archibald, frigid in the September room. Gravy on the skeleton. She has dragged him to the swollen surgeon. The king had women dye their feet, hands, and hair. Some day, she mused. Hercule Poirot dribbled across the table, onto Lavinia's lattice-work.

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Everyone........... i ..........................................arrangements are made.

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I can't hold down a job any more
you have swallowed me with your lips of sawdust

I can't go to work
because you stole the moon

I didn't know a pair of jeans could hold galaxies so well
so wet, the moon now.

I'm going to cut you up into little pieces, because I love you.
It's going to take a long time, but it will definitely be worth it
Because then I can go to work.

I want to rest the ball of my foot on the moon. Balance.

Don't look at me like that.
The last thing I will eat are your chandelier eyes.

.................................................................................................................................You

How to broaden your road without leaning out is an armadillo whispering I'm late

When words speak of hello dried mice, in ecuadorian sugar-pots esplanade of darkness-come-hither, or my split-level fidget browns the bowl again. Three weeks in Texas shouldered an unburdened torrential gun to my mother's breast of fig-leaves, and lies in meadows, garden hoses of polite frost navigates the airwaves. my geese have bent their necks into the cloud of gasoline, you plundered a tranquil eye with no brain worth walking in, my blue bow-tie is inside your vagina, and your dick is in a parrot's cage, when 17 swallows sat on my shoulders I ran into a Brazilian smoke store, but the storekeeper was wearing your eyes and the floor became a boat.

Morning is porridge kisses

A bicycle on the stove

The real West

Toasted mailbox

Star-estate

Mutual thrift

Repairing the wind

With shells of water




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when i

When I read your letter

and heard, the song

I placed you in the palm of my hand

not to crush you, but to hold you

immobile, cocooned

so you could feel my fingers on every inch of your body

and then I squeezed a little tighter

until I could feel your heart pounding, against me

like the wings of a bird.

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ballerinas

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The ribbon that shivers in longing's tree

blood-sport

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a man i know

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