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ssponge sky

pickled rage

..............llamp nostrils

egg-ears

palamine toothbrush

between rouged and buddhist lips

fish clamber out of the pool wearing worn black leather gloves on their front fins

jewellery in their mouths, unravelling stardust

month of Mondays nailing hammers into sores. sugar paper.

(now we have an apocalypse with a 12-year old girl in it)

there is a bowl filled with blood

& a broken rectum

& 19 soldiers on lollipops on sticks

she disappears stage left in a blue bikini

foxtrot in a foxhole, foxy fish

slumbers a triangle of indiscreet harpoons. A bald man in 1950's Venezuela thinks screwdrivers are his parents and buys a new orange toolbox to keep them in

we will eat our way into oblivion the stars bending their capes over the simple east, magician's urn of forgiveness, buckets of sand on which carpets of ferns/cartons of fears is bottle-topped bishop-backed toast sugar

elephant maid Carrion droops to conquer the eyelashes of the spoon-laden shipwreck

a telegram floats over radio'd interference

a goblin goldfish delivers the chain-armor required for the crossing

slip past the deckchairs, the decades, stacked up in vans by Fed-Ex

fed by endless lawns of tiny pink nipples

a field of corn playing chess with the birds

bishop sacrifice is a stone tower in the sand

a quivering root at high altitude

the knotted ropes of limbs feather upright

penguin restless, car seat balladry, the stepping-bones on the lake

alice's toes each bigger than Mount Rainier when I can't see you Mountain its because your arms have drifted down from you

and your features are damp playdo, daddy, & becoming sludge at your feet, where I kneel

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Holmes: Look up at the night stars, Watson. What do you deduce?

Watson: That in such a myriad of stars, some may have planets around them, and perhaps some of those planets may be able to sustain life. We may, after all, not be alone in the universe.

Holmes: You idiot! Someone's stolen the tent!




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ccreepsugartheenvelope rabbitlockbishopsurrender loststirrup mycoarseriver

slumber derides the lamplight souvenir of trestled binocular shadows

up the stone corridor to the castles chamber of swordfish calamity bellowing

your incense eyebrows lick the chateaux coffin of whiskery tomblove

dove-selfish

and belittled by furious bricks of dew we carry the box between us into the sunlight meadow of miniature trees whose roots clamber upwards to the soldiers javelin tournament growth ridicules slumber with its aluminum boards of rose vases filled with snow

my office-work has no fingers, you say, inside my coffee which is my head when i lie to father about bluebottles and sewingmachines on a springpatio of futures we will gather to hold our neighbors heads in our arms.

spaghetti mocks the sidewalk and lost button troubadors invite dawn to merciless convention of scissored justice in an earlobe called universe

where meatless ballerinas whistle lovestruck ballads to feathery smoke

windowprices

indolent as slobbery glove eskimo tryst

fallow trench of a pipe recoils into darkness now & petulent apricots surge past my mushroomed immobility at dusk when armored vehicles behead me they will find 10,000 years of love-dust in there and skysparkle tears of envy and rage to be cupped into the driest goddess

the green church of atheism has swallowed alice and her fingertips touch mine in my dreams and my dreams are now and now and now a parrallel fortitude dresses me





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slip rouge sky................ tripmind potato.........................tthe snooze-box ribbing of slowlove

the eyebath of simpering whiskers bends dusk into a pocketed molecule

beneath the moon in jupiter's dragooned mer-men...................fallacious stopwatches

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b u r n i n g.........t h e ...............s p e n t ..................p e n n y

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listing the masthead petunia / glib bottles become windows. glib bottles become windows

shaving beneath a married porthole

rigid racoons bellow stormfish stomping ridgeway blues aluminum

card-sharp eyes bouncing downwarrrrd..................... green tablegreen table

STINGING ENVELOPES DUCT-TAPED TO THE BARN'S UMBILICAL. flatulent bishops

kiss the graveyard's nipples in radar - tranquil - lemon lilac tree stream shivering warm necktie ambition stupor of non-ownership slipknots the devil's asteroid into the ringmastering mother of pearl opportunities for fiscal irresponsibilities of dented pillows / clouds of hands hover over Seattle

wish-bone tulip un-rivets stagnant pool

life-long patience is orange is ear-lobe gentle..................sponge sky.





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how wshe / is.
how wshe was / is......................stoops the liquid efferstoops the liquid effervescence of

PLUNGING SOLIDITY my stupor-boned eskimo (land

around

which the

sun

circles like a...........................................mmmouth.

(report for the cement factories where bishops dangle from the immediate ceilings of paychecks)

a wad of conundrums..............blanches the impossible day of tulip-soldiers

invisible future-policemen liquidate the pregnant doorknobs of dreams

sardines in exquisite squalor.............................dddaffodils drooping their equestrian heads

all buckle under to: the mutinous bounty/ the saliva fruit of primadonna'd courtship / mercurial esplanade of urine and boney love, a WW2 torpedo, a train of slow decisive purpose

I am hollow / nothing escapes me

& my brain which

.....................is not my own

........................................exploded

7&&&a & a vast silence reigned

..................reigned

...........on

..............the

......land

..which

....is

..her

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your bodyyour body unlocks a long river

.................i snagged my sweater on a corner of your star

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ha!

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.......................she is climbing out of a star

her body wet with newborn

carpet of pale blue fish ......

.................................................................... .......autumn of aluminum soldier

struck by the rock of daylight
is the man-mache, the squirrely frog of an unmade tie on a cliff-edge

trees flock down the street to her mouth

an oak tree on whose body luminous 3 ravens the pie


also has black wings

and is programmed to work as a mailman

should the invisible pledge of denver find her body to be green

then a waterfall through rusty steel railings is now human currency

and the summertime of conversion.





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