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instead
of facing the
facts
I transubstantiate
and float
free
and
beautiful
avec
you
soft
planktonic
unburdened continual
samsara
immersed soft
among the snails
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i am subtle and she is pondering the lengths she has gone to keep levees from breaking; in each of us is infinity uncompromising unbearably tangible “there is no wisdom in futurism” she says eyes brown like antique wood “my feelings are bhuddist testaments” i am subtle and do not know how to respond __________________
young and happy splashing adventurous with childish abandon bopping and frolicking like a young babbling brook shallow and squealing with complete abandon young honest and faithful awaiting that day of our secret boyish dreams when our fathers steal us in the night to defend our mothers and our homes from perpetrators twisted and foul but until then bopping and sploshing among the tadpoles and rocks with childish abandon sept 9th, 2001 __________________
the ocean is not a
static body
nor am I
convective mixing isothermal
photosynthetic
efficacy
divine
righteousness
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it is the excellence of fear that redeems us and life it is that excellence, containing fervence of change and tumultuous emotive action to move or to not move springs into an action the action the will to change or not the motion like clockticking drumbeat wheels and metallic snake noizy river train passengers are the fish noizy mechanical snake river bursting through the winds of atoms and oxygens bursting though the vision lines and roadways bursting though in front of us stopping us dead like black cats and then gone into a bush behind a gate into crop of trees or corn and with it legacies and histories guildford, 98 __________________
a snail amongst red spiked hair and the railway obsessed a breath among smoggy blue fabrics and heels a pair of sandals in the illegal safety officer conspiracy a room so quiet quiet enough to hear the cigarette burn like that world of a moment she had with a lover of mine I am practicing to maybe someday trust in a god of my understanding or misunderstanding guildford, 98 __________________
sun setting over the mount to the right in guildford casting enlightened elongated shadows, still, over the dried up cut down wheat field upon the ground, acres of churning, rippling spider webs glowing in the last light of that setting sun like the bridges of light on the oceans and bays that pull me magnetic guildford, 98 __________________
59th st station
delivered to your door
into your pillowless bed
i lay before the hellos
are finished and such
brooklyn, 04
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ancient dreams
flowing in and
out of our
subconsciousness
like the thoughts
and desires of flowers
and trees, running
deep and unseen-
like the world outside
of the filmmakers
lense
brooklyn, 04
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about the winking of an eye
and she, neck adorned
with torquoise shimmering with glee,
a story book ending in the
toss of her hair, almost in the
ruination, lights in the glass
heroes on the grasses coming
down to ask us for assistance
about the winking of an eye
brooklyn, 04
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to wake up to my own personal
busstop, each day’s indulgence,
like mangoes and strawberries
all day in the sunshine and then
off to play music on strange and
beautiful instruments-
maybe see you somewhere on a
W train somewhere in the reflections
of trains passing by, like an old movie
or sketches on a pile of pages,
each one an instant of motion,
if i could see you somewhere
in the pages, against the odds
and flickering
brooklyn, 04
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you and me babe,
afterglow napping
phasing in and out
to miles and michael bourne
on jazz 88
as brooklyn phases itself to evening,
sleepy monday after all the winter
holidays are finished,
first monday of the new year
dreary and sleepy
brooklyn, 04
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eyes and hairs
skin and wet warmth
clinging tighter and tighter
a windswept climb,
rain and then rainbows
santa barbara, 03
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off to the world
like rivers and winds
divine travelling into
time consuming space
consuming the all
santa barbara, 03
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moment to moment
tick to tock, breath
upon breath downstream
like Grand Canyon
explorers, like birds
through the valley, like
heroes
arizona, 03
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spinning wheels
in motion like aging
and remembering, soft
little pinpricks of
life in sensory pictures
welcomed like dewdrops
arizona, 03
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le jardin de la celeste
and
me long haired
and bearded
me cutie girl
with a chapeaux
me excited ducks
talking shit
and flying by
me long tailed rat
scurrying behind
on a hurry up
mission
me sun shining through
rainy clouds
Britain
me green grass
brown leaves
me pentacostal branches
in windy trees
me bird droppings
on the bench
received
and beer glasses
emptied
me guitar strings old
and cd collection sold!
walking harmonica
bopping
in my mind
me dog black white hairy
kissing hello
my friend
me surrealist movements
and translations
french
me hat and beard muslim
sideburn curls
jewish
me growth eternalized
green internal,
dreams of america
me tobacco absolute
cattails perky
trees all mossy
medieval
me braincorked, all stopped up
fear of no more
education
me music grandiose music simplicity
what’s the buzz
tell me whats happenin
what’s the buzz
tell me whats happenin
me black white
red all over
me the water good substancial
reflective
me hair white hair dark
hair none hair
everlasting
me harlequin lovely
mannequin evil
facelift stubbly
me sky blue sandy windblown
me true untrue
me shoeless shoefilled
shoo fly shoo
me mantra abominable
untruth
recognition
defiant
me lover saccharinne
lover complete
unedited
me waterfowl on lilypad
steps off sound of
water
me treason inexcapable
blue eyed strollers
immaculate
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all of us so lithogenous washing about flopping eyes half shut sleepy tumbling solace bound together to solid (ubiquitous pumpkins in the patch) __________________
don't know whether you hate me or love me last half hour spent in italian cornfields and conglomerate rooftops
the freckled italian bird that's been making eyes at me reached up for her bag, smiled, spoke one word to all of us in the little car and left italy
so many plants green in everyone's porches and windowsills and in the distant hills, trees cleared like skin sheared off leaving pretty white soars and cleanly healed scars
you in your waking hours, debate whether or not to touch me and me, all i want to do is sleep like you are sleeping, and sleep properly
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she sifts through her realities as if it were boxes of records one surprise after the next or books beaten at the edges but still full of life and learning __________________
never did get my hands on the banshie voiced women strumming on boxes of history igniting the rainy skies with lightning __________________
diadem of the universe trickling wonderful amongst arid earth you diadem ringing from the towers into the streets flight of birds blue eyed beauty on my mind __________________
brought
forth upon
the tray
with fellow
ascetics
being
sprinkled
into the
soil
some here
some there
awaiting
silky rains
and then
the sun after
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I am soft
I am aluminum bending awckwardly, beautifully like sunstarved flowers, my chest face eyes reaching out for your magentism
you lovely like sunshine and me attracted like soft shimmering metals from the earth, cold and lonely
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reason sweet and reason fair joyful noise and righteous rhythms these things i shall meditate on
my noble truths of unifying myself with the world unifying myself with ubiquitous worldlike vaginal consciousness these things i shall meditate on
deep beathing in comes music in comes sound in comes bird feathers and flowers crashing waves and saintlyhood these things i shall meditate on staged rebirth into gardens
staged rebirth into attics and upon rooves forgetable reiterated rebirth into chrysalis reiterated to fireflies and ferrets loves and losts rebirthed to brahmin or swordbearers or fishbringers or dresswearers these things i shall meditate on
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it is quite relaxing to sip coffee, smoke cigarettes and listen to the police chitter chatter on and on about shotguns and dead guys in bed __________________
Awakened comtemplation of errogeonous zones on fire in marvelous cadence, actually breathing it life in out, in out exhalations in scorn, in vain wondrous multitudinous and divine marvelous cadence the bridges the boots the crumble the movement of the altos and tenors rising the temperature is soaring like the eagle in it’s glory falsely exoticized xylophones, four hammers, not two yes chords or a sleepless memory or a memorial sleeplessness garbed in the undone New Brunswick laundry, in flight from Bay Head to the 1880s complete with top hat and near unconsciousness with the errogeonous zones marvelous cadence slurping away at glimpses or artemis sipping coffee over books at the next table slurping away at glimpses of the ubiquitous chatchkas of the nation tramping on down the attic stairs in time for goyam festivals that aren’t even christian any more slurping away on glimpses of moist night himself perspiring cold and sightless, everlasting night, demonic night
angelic night
night night night rippling in the winds of barnegat bay slurping away on glimpses of orange moonrises, Egbert Street beach an hour trek return to the root of all nirvana moon gonna take my blues away
gonna take my blues away
gonna take my blues away and illumiine my eyes hair teeth soul, oh holy am I!
slurping away on glimpses of ill tempered motivational exorcisms of reality and diabolical orgasm plaintains hissing and frying in the pans in some waxpaper kitchenette riviera and retirement village consolance slurping away on glimpses of epilepsy as the fate of all america, glues glassy-eyed to the glass static monstrocity right in your home, in your pants, your crotch, your anus ripping tearing fucking... and when the papermill evocations and undergarment processions undertake to fulfill prophetic magistration ball point hegemony Yankee Stadium knish clitorodectomies and long haired beauties pack up to leave somewhere anywhere wherever, sure will be grateful...
gigantic mothership legs and large floral eyes
the absolute untouchable woman
march 3, 8:33pm
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treeline compatriots huddled mountainside sunbathing kicking and licking and bumping outstretched serene commingled sojourn bugs and fairies darting about ignited a leaf drops with a sound the soft wind and sun is like a dream this motioned dance of the ages naked once giving me breath and i returning the gift a living love affair churning in the sun thinking of Guy Fawkes Days past, the poor oppressed catholic inside of me, realizing this is not a celebration but a memory and i soften the blow and i am thinking of the most beautiful place i had ever seen the gift of the fall the gift of reality the beauty of the world the churning east/west appreciative perspective winning the war with myself knowing that the world can be beautiful and that i can dig it so let it be dug __________________
warm blanket foggy eyes recovery room soft steps deep breath- evening evening leaves- deep green grass hush my soul lakeside cat stops for a look continues unchanged breezy ripples tickling dock pilings- lakeside love affair october moonlight cricketts and gutters- a peaceful discourse water rustles rocks barnacles flourish- nation of life breezy dunegrass soft rustly water moon and stars moon’s reflection bridge of light- edge of the world salt water laps jetti ceaseless devotion sandy shoes breezy hair- moonlit poetry tides changing ocean awakens- bustling moonsong one boat lights the horizon soft- deep blue unknowing evening mums huddled together comradery and colors gurgling pumps breaks the silence towards a new day Bay Head theraputic moonlight surgery day nears closing __________________
sprouted agnostic tree branches with peeling skin like fish gills or tired paint, chipping unveiling tired in the morning of belief tired in the morning of juice and coffees painful branches piercing , breaking through like blues power bending and tearing __________________
in a dream you touched me and you were golden, fierce enlightening I have drifted, in this world, from island to island, softly wandering, leaving behind me pools of deep musics and deep infections, dripped, down from my lips with speak easy silence in the slow and sultry blue midnights, metallic- you kissed me like the being behind the sun seen only through truth- nous avons la terre nous avons l’amour dans mon l’universe myne owne ancient benediction __________________
and stuff