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LA PELONA / SNAKE LADY / CIHUACOATL
con banda: “great womb & tomb of all life” you’re not right for me snake lady well you aint kickin my ass either I dig the ravens & the eagles & the sea gulls I’m into cosmic twins / mostly otters me uttering udders / staring at those twins of yrs me spreading black jelly on yr crackers see you flushed rose toilet bowls I heard / I heard I got fucking coral snakes for eyes man look at my fucking eyes man yeah & that / & I’m all funneled serpentine gyre you elaborate symbols all too much man been listening to too much Grandmaster Melle Mel yr eyes look red / yr left eye drooping yeah I got the droop syndrome as a matter of speaking really writing really writing can’t believe you follow Bukowski broken glass everywhere / people pissing on the street you know they just don’t mailman / holes in face / ripping pages from philosophs care / rats in the front room / roaches in the back / people pissing / no / junk & he probably never stopped to wipe his ass / never stopped boozing you’re friend will arrive you fucking bowler speaking of junk bowl like a snake / you fool let me pass my cigarette / I set it in wax now it don’t smoke watch yr hands I’m sucking like a motherfucker for a fucking hit wash yr hands hear that raven yr heart smacking like a motherfucker sniffing yr red headed goodness special goodness motherfucker Brooklyn train still waiting AKlaska night still raining think think Brooklyn train still finding we’re surrounded by the green folks in this bar here & we didn’t even know Quetzalcoatl wants to go out still my head fucking aches life forced to pass us / trying to try us / trying to type us yr goddamned tattoo running into new you goddamned limey running slimy fingers only visited sold cigarettes no filters still eating foodstamps in my cart not mine printing t-shirts mostly white life driving listening to these piercing spears of whistles biting into my brain / my fucking brain / y’all yelling further still / cigarette burned into wax / imagine that / imagine base contagious clouds ripping from soul y mar / reflections from water tan more where wind’s warmbreath there can be no smell of flesh in furnace formed their castes solid like James Dean Plato sd / wrote / whatever trying to hide here: yeah a tunnel mirrors in the leaves / imagine her lashes daggers stabbed rumors branching like fingers imagine these reserved coils stretching toward her snakes old people rough to convince of a solid world smacking fresh wind into youthful faces but even Ginsburg got old & Burroughs too / & wild writing spreads like ashes smeared w/ a sponge then wiped clean again for rewipe ¿why write? serpent eyes / coiled self symbol borrowed still from Yeats / turn like an urn Keats / ravens & eagles & totem poles wrapping one into the other & other still together / junk still filling empty vessel still pressing further into snakes for eyes never a problem before never cared serpentine never cared / coiled never stopped to think really think serpentine never thought never a problem before but really / ¿why write? coiled never to stop & really think never a problem before ravens big as jets lost lots between the head & hand sure you do get that you shd dig a tunnel through the ocean chrome dig that chrome some find something there shadow sparks the killing dark not nearly as what yr face seems to stink transcribed mitigate me it burns faster than we predicted mother of Samuel Sister Revolution revenging still the renege  1
now drunk to yr oblivion 2 stuck here constrained 3 is a comfortable disease 4 holes of wholes 5 two thousand years 6 knock beat 7 nothing 
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alas the heauy day: why do you weepe? pitie harken taketh heede alas, both for t’ deed and for t’ cause! heare (leisurely) the allusive (alassive) phrase passing yr words wonder withe alas why Alaska sholde share Helas! call to alarums! alms Benedicite! reserving grief certes wrapping it shiny-tight writhing fighting gathering wits in guts coude mene really anything! stode in the Safeway parking lot as floatplane roared agayns ocean alas, vantage understode playne ravens & seagulls, rain still falls (flatly faintly) staring out of windows, whites of its paws fog turns blinks green tresses of spruce trees pink haze slicing needle hair grass swells rain falls pink haze of needle leaves leave trees singing in rain again rains rain fat globes of glob drops cat crosses hops down calm rain patting world stands static still think to own worlds who owns nothing can be nothing own nothing alas know no thing a new since world since here Alaska they write write unborn words fat white globs of rain rain down head uncovered hood mostly brown blown down waking striking storefront flames carnage horror unable to purchase neither milk nor cookie Mother of Harold! saugh maide strolling childe in carriage alas! deathe alas focalized object twisted somtyme convoluted focalized gaze tortuous fro cigarettes smoked too early (filterless) perspective alle wrong sheen of water behound store unysene unsensed uncertyn sith salmon spawning Creek Street armed salvation among the goosts of hosbands & quenes hungry ladies & germs in my bag got me some turkey sandwiches big ones healthy ones take one free if you’re hungry got water too if you’re thirsty no charge ladies & genitals also want you to know I give a dollar Alas! how deeply painful is alle payment! anon to each person I give a sandwich alas shoulde one eate this meete deathe this in the state of Alaska this morning rosy-handy Donna spreading tentacles round warmly—that’s #yolo cat dig that? showers rain down today showers rain mainly the entirety all these doggone days all Ketchikan day these 100% “chance” of showers days & when the sun shines forth breaking base contagious clouds to smithereens shrapnel scintillating on ocean blinds hot rainbow embers stiff skiffs for Xmas too ravens (big as jets) & seagulls & eagles rain weaves blankets of soliloquy rain fingers snap kissing eyes closed & leaves fat w/ white surrealism holding K’s holytourismdollars windows fogged Ravens & eagles & seagulls rain still falls (flatly faintly) staring out of window whites of fog paws hardly sense rain closing closer cd sniff an end of sea life whale road anemones a game of poker w/ Mr Mayor right next to the snails de-shelled & salted pines grow right up against the tide mists of ocean crawl up nostrils Alaska when days slap again offered one little life & for but few days art kills here save for crafts crafted handily save those totems of grandiosity narrating culture becoming say AK can you believe in a year one writing abt Foucault like one knew he sat on one’s lap & blew one kisses & Mr. Whitman which way does yr beard point in the arctic? sick of watercolors boozed here more ever days in winter when brushed snow off stair banisters w/ sleeve sunset three o’clock fickle fickle tone deaf too skiffs here bruise shins when boarded sissy-style DRUM dum dum DRUM dum dum DRUM DRUM dum DRUM dum dummmm as if the day ever cd start earlier sun-up hotel boats cargoed money frontier bruised here & here displaying shoulder & torso & healed there & there referencing noggin & stomach mercy gets meaner each night town of stilts among ravens eagles & the angles of rain prompts gathering of wits in guts lusting for beauty always finding Alaska inherently inclusive to vagrants & beauty of all shapes OK OK OK AK let’s shake we’re of one grain made the first incisions deep now relax Alaska rest yr big ol’ head let’s make . . . let’s make sleep flatly faintly (warmly)  AT WORDSWORTH CASINO
FT. THOMAS, ARIZONA at MT. TUNRBULL’S BASE cybernetic organisms ushered us in & as for my transport no idea to what I gave our ignition card or where it took it but I have this ticket so I feel fine & I trust this assisting machine we tried entering Dove Cottage Auditorium locked doors deterred & so we saw across a blindingly sunlit patio blinding sun mosquito drones humming I see you too sliding doors to enter Wordsworth Casino proper air-conditioned woosh next show Lenardo Scinerde Morelo y Los Cabrones del Norte finally we have some thesis here America look at this poker y todo it’s beautiful America sd my god I sd I love robots America cd easy make heartburn for yr ass we deserved applauso en nuestro entrado tried to say that we warranted prosthetic handclaps from all these fatgutted skinny-ass old folk plugged into their machines behind their ears slotting it up smoking long unashed electronic cigarettes little white tubs filled with nickels & tickling sensors resting on their laps or between their shriveled legs America sd stop singing . . . he had been formed against him & our perjurer & forger blew his brains out in some Safford hotel & our perjurer & forger w/o regard to party in some Safford hotel greeted copper mine cyborg entrance w/o regard to party w/ ovation after ovation greeted copper mine cyborg entrance w/ plaudits w/o precedent in annals of any parliament thank you for that not singing deeper into the fire a ruckus don’t you call me semi-skilled overheard one waiting cyborg its employing elder sipped iced coffee & wore two red vests stairs leading to Wordsworth Casino’s slotpit America gesturing at gamers spinning wheels gaming eyes briefly? briefly lifting cherry / seven / bonus t wired to machines heads & tails am employed that’s all that’s it shooting brownfolks from remote drones dead & here is working pass me that mayo pedro mind my cerveza again full thanky kindly guest bloodsample permits rights humanize my dehumanity a guest & they move freely? say hey how ‘bout ye give little more mind on that inflation index bub? li’l family grants for us to be makin little quality time with our kin? keeping you from havin to foot most of our insurance bill? us dropping them off at some shrink whence those pubes start sproutin & those pits start stankin & certainly that cost-a-living wd be a mighty fine thing too now don’t get me wrong there no suh that’s really our numero uno America & I cut our losses speak robotics freely prosper our corporate personhoods gather our horses & our hours & our chariots & prepare for strike & prepare to march & hit our song because we patented a new lyrical function stubbing toes rehearsing the part into the hallway next to the photos of hardware & brands & facial recognitions sitting at tables during Thanksgiving ’78 copper plates hung ornamented that hologram America says is racy |
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