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8/19/2014

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1

P’s photo face

            reads agent-like

            & J’s legs undercrossed

            toward P & hunched deep

           

F between J & P

—artist portraits--

suffering that salesjoint arthritis

            joys of S died alone

            expand ego ergo everyone

            misunderstood his drivel

2

aye my fate ache cahnt carry lang in ma pockt mints represint wark eh so mulch demoncracy

            dippends pon reignin water sides watt soap glazed j-bend pipes

lemme be los angeles the pink o’ respect-ability poss through concrete bowels mighty darkstraights

            vaulted impfire

             

3

w/o loyal lobsterlocks, Louy  no class beggar, eh

                                                                                                misinerstood no?

            scratchin yr coq all dhe longahn dey

           

                                                            heynow grashus may!  Guppy!

            darq nettle hiremashina

                                                                                    neow sam issa jim issa e issa possum

            issa wolf issa semanik steen

                                                issa a trousers chaching colour bowdlair

saya nay?  espero spiritus

                                                                                                            na da’s a salmon

                                                fell sleepay long a walk & kiddies

                                    goggled & matriculated puddlefaceward

                                                donnawanta be drankin puddlewadder neeeeeow

            parasities in yr belybell donshanose

eegleswate hamstergottdam winkler

                                    wat aboot datnew?  Yea yeah?

                                                            Son of a Bitch!  Son of a Bitch!  Son!

           

sounds have ulbulch!

                                                ass fer datneow  

            fer lovely evol etherflowers

                                                                                                rockpaintin ever entertwinin assface!

4

my end bawdy hyphen

so much depends

upon the mind-body hyphen

rainwater glazed

surrounded by the you-know-the-rest no

purpose clear luxury curious emotion—the machinery

with which motions evolve—they the machines

of life—regulation—reflex devices—of high

reason—absentminded human hierarchy—reasonable

behaviors—homeostatic integrity—harbinger of shelter)

5

beetle bets

mosquito nets site

for god’s isinglass

ondt aint summer’s fool

thing like reign; [sick]

as sexton sitting in trashbin

poor as a dormouse searching

grubsacks of sugarstacks

O my . . . bug

eat another clockclick

bora-burned “may he colp her”

6

ayes open

senshut

raiding righting herring sleep memormee helas

spalanca slangwedge che parlana athwart cedern cavern

ho—worstwords!

the gen italia phlickers on’s way away eh

fotorighting

ungrateful biped. 

                                                                        You’d think sky joined sea both

asphalt & rain             both swayed waves    snails hung from banisters

miniscule sliming particles bulky against broad scratches of paint flakes 

 day of light none know 

                                                            several ventured to cavemouth

including initial aforementioned

a sleeper in sleep sleeping forever

creek rush down below called wooshy wooshy 

wet ferns grass raindrop dappled spruce trees lined path 

            biped suffered self when it lost T       w/ regards to this only cave offered

remorse         where one might lurk

ungrateful biped brought others for company (what’s better than company?) because it found satisfaction

in exhibiting self-exposure        rightly brought these several for promised later repose.  In front: there.  Zags of flowers as in Marcus Garvey.  Laces in knots.  Well whatever said spilled out wrong anyway.

            Follow this one here.

                        “Say?”

            Up went they into cavemouth after all.  O T!   

7

awake!

to know ones

one once

knew one

no longer knows

cares to know 

that should hurt but here one

finds one-

self typing hoping to find a poem & remind one that this one

now is fifty-sick years of failure and can arrive to find still nothing 

call again 

fail better alas

one

little company to distill the void that voices 

one

could pass the time to think of that hill and the ice that slid one

down one

had to hold the fence one

had to pull one-

self up with that fence after all and one

found music and pasta with sea creatures inside to fill one  

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Jamie link
9/4/2014 09:13:27 pm

Love it, its nice to read poetry that is not the norm, lovely use of words. Keep it up.

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