Eight

despite having a ninetyfive $credit
on my account
the ’nets out, so
between two
&four today

a maintenanceguy from my service provider
will arrive
pants will be worn
questions asked
i will feel uncomfortable again, until

&likely he
won’t diagnose the mystery
left for me to ponder
.
“Sometimes,
he’ll say
.
these things just happen”
wearing his shoes on my carpet

9, 20, ~21

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& damnations

Worm,
eke supine
___all____are offering
egg to prescient

____________yolk
___all are with you
___all&
grave memoriam
look!what generations have brought

___instruments,

___how better 
__________to…
_______see

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hexes

balconywide

breeze shapes
anonymous
sun
s
_ets.a)low vitriol color
redding

thoughts of you
at last(!
a
wend
is happening
liebe,
these oldefeet

,…still(

knowing the way

in halflight
and moonlight

here) ,

“wie adam und eva

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nurture

what to be added
more(?
to the mixture
we

have the parts
of illness

curious meats
&clay
alive with warm
_pulsations

cranial electricity, alight
&vital, ah

but it is not yet
a man
without insensate
sexuality

&will
by eventual process
of
his desires

dream
, blunt
(to be precise)

villainy

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blood

easy to believe
(i think)
our ancestors
weren’t
as ancient as science purports

didn’t
risk life, or limb to the tragedy
of carnivore nomads

or that culture and spiritualism
only grew from agrarians

_________when you look out
any window_______&see

__________cars, flying
in consumer interstate network
______sending and receiving
informations
____________in picto-glyph & holo-byte formats
________for instantaneous download
_____and usage

night sky illuminated
by our own )extra
_______-terrestrial communications
______________________________satellites

who

painted sabercats on cavewalls
tracked woolyrhinos in tundra hellscapes

who believed magic
in blood(?

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Norman Rockwellians

get a life

get a job.get
friends
get real friends.get followers
“what are you doing
you should be
out there. socialize more
eat less
drink more
“come on, let us see you,
we all

we all
miss you
have you got a woman, a man
have you got prospects
an idea
,or content

anything?! can you give me anything
you’re a mess
this is the way
here
the straight and narrow and popular
do what we tell you

be what we see you as

exist to occupy time
this time
this agenda
These political arrangements!

you are a definable
occupiable space

&
nothing
in a country where
no
one is allowed to mind
their own
business

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commercialdom

go ahead
tell me the story of
your meat
singing in unfurnished rooms
like windchimes

tell me
how anxious since a child
to be touched
by Christ

how disillusioned
by the fraternities
of Sex

how you applied optimism
to the institutions
of workplace
of politics
of marriage
& bankruptcy

& i’ll tell you
of my
involved refusal
of these established

norms
& we can go together
on voting day
to cast our ballots
for a future
generation
of slaves

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a review

i would like to
apply myself(oh, yes) to developing
an identifyable misunderstanding
a
prickly personality
a drama-artist
pseudoanalytically re-
interpreting established text
,the kind of person

that others could look at and say
“Hey,
everybody look
there’s so-and-so,
i know him.” or,
“he enthusiastically
such-and-such.”
but
just
what
in Hell

am i going to do(?

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Me and Everyone else

there aren’t enough hours in a day
for the amount
of sleep
i want

i don’t like schedules
why must i

wear socks without holes
trim my beard
wash my face
brush my teeth three times a day
use medicated acne creams
shake hands
be polite
say yes when the truth is no, or
no when the truth is yes

or remain silent when i have nothing nice
to say

observe (etcetera) etiquette

i would rather burp when i’m full
fart when i’m gassy
&swear
at ____ rotten children

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with the blood of dragons

i am coming to this place
to dwell,
and do nothing

it is no sin, i have had
monuments
to my name

whole worlds&i am tired
of that permissible evil

oh yes,&once
it was only the low&cunning of creatures
that gained their rent from gossip
and silence,

behold our Scions!
[______],our artists
[______]
[______]&clowns
look! whose bones
are ground to feed the unwell

there will be a renaissance
from this
there must
a movement!
for all of this
an Ethos to validate birth

a Gestalt!&gall, sheer and shimmering
each and all i have no sides

need none
to here and peaceably nothing
[______],and these political impersonations

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a) Graffiti of Polite Society

inwhich identity is
required to match threatened idea of&
self an
effective consumer archetype caricature

mind imagines ambition as constant
or) not typical institution determined :
married employed voting taxpayer graduate
or) anomalous niche fringes :
part-time loner pedestrian drug-addict deliquent

in reality none of this is person
a dependable consistent
anchor
She makes of His wandering an island
teaches He to settle in Her nesting
&there are lawnmower leaf-rake shedShedSheds&
how many obligatory kindnesses, really(?

romantic tablesetting&converse
equitably
violences abate moments&tv trays wrinkle
softness a wither

ofwhich sensitive is
suspect&exhibit in awkward sexual judgement
combative regarding authority illfit to reason
cocksure, immortal

expediently dissolved
ultimately individual

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Oceans

&of the skyblue
purpled with coral, rainbow’d with fish
social/ in groups
to their elements each darting&hunting
a
lively pristine
forgotten
memories
of Cousteau’s conservationalist messages
bringing attention to
macro-polluting Earth’s birthplaces &t/
disappearing reef-dependant marine animals
we are become desert; hoard of bones
the Life that gathers here
is an evolution of scarcity
a picture of illness
struggling to frontier wasteland

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out

out in to it all
thinly float

see for yourself,
words
spelled on a dream
‘s shore

“let it go

a lie is all you keep
this, and this&nothing

follow me

soon the common-kind
will you endure

le sacre du

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this week in Hell

gird thyself&wade
the hallow places, look
they come(!

’tis the morning light they drink
in a fellowship of rafters
stumblebum

to the evening sow the downs

lay what last
fitly sleep

&dream the seraphim made them weep

His ab is a gold rib
and the lice
are licking faith

“oh kill,
oh kill all mercies for their sake”

were there, were are
now
&thusly swore there from
there will always be

a sword
to fall upon

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Give

of exhaustible thought energy
self
ish
ly
even as we never think of our selves
as self “ish”
,or that we give without expecting transactional
return

which is a lie

the moment when natural growth was
inhibited by civilization’s prudence,
the simplicity of the animal kingdom
had been lost

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you people

what(be
-cause invited i sit
my thousand poems
cushioned neatly underneath
&converse
that not a madman here is
battling constant inhabitation
you
dreamily
exfoliate charms
in an obvious attempt at at-
tention

baiting a lengthy(albeit perfundant)
verbose
epic
ignored, politely stir my tea
no thanksyes please

the crust of bread is fine

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thought opression

entryway opens with a
bing
the anti-theft scanners
are always there
silent sentry. every
loophole has been accounted for
cameras monitor activity

the subjects stare. in defense
of personal space
some talk out loud
their private wars with
personal oppressors
and
are considered crazy
most do this in their heads

the cashier has an anxious way
of making conversation
is everybody traumatized?
forget
it
just
get what you can while it’s on sale
& try not to think too much
about

freedom

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anthropoids

i’m already over it itwas
day(s)ago,but
since you asked

this guy(this
that seems altogether charming,al
-together singular
he,he)is
a potato

agreeing on the wise
against inclination
not disagreeable
of a sort that
mind’s his own mind

to be liked,or thought like
-able he wants(wants&
that inthat should not
give trust
completely

to he(he)you
are an opponent

to be absorbed
&mimicked,

mannerism copied,tone&gesture&
philosophical persuasion
you(poor little you)will
see a likeminded, he(he) will
earn what he did not
work for

friend

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not go gently

with Other enabled infirms
on a long track
and labouring along on two feet
leaves a hobbled impression
of One’s self

though the company gathered
a homogeneous collection
of sticks and pinch-sacks
be at peace
with their ultimate tedium

it has not settled or struck
me yet still believing
there is a door

a landmark still withholding
best
kept secrets

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damages

carpet stains
a hallway full of doors
smells like police tape
and torture for
entertainment
get ready the internet is waiting

news report draws attention to violence
support the underdog victims
of society
with fetishist sex analogues
navigating bondage
“**** did what **** could to stay alive”
interviewed neighbours detail
a history of behaviour

arranging
sympathetic dialogue
consistent with the ephemera of the scene
organised material
“had *** ***** in common” between
bookends and bath towel superstition
disembodied souls meant to be
transformed

nevermind the limp unfettered laughter
remembered true as sunbeams intimately held
auburn and chestnut spoons
willingly
in a naked fire

backed up against the wall
challenged to respond for sport
react defend, entertain the ignoble
pushed to the point of attacking everything
animals
keep nothing sacred

been here before, be here again
it was always and never supposed to be like
this

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Rotten

when i were spherical
and feet carried me closer
to the ground
i was eaten
a mouth inside chewed a whistling
hollow and there brood-
larvae, by the many-hundreds
and pupae still
secrete themselves from my skin
to die in lightbulbs
now, my meridian suns haze
with the dust of attics

when i were cubical
and right, and wrong serviced
as black, or white
i was beaten
a clenched fist bore me down
to the valley of shadow
and there believed evils
that climb up-
on ladders through drafty hell’s
to die in battles
now, the many apples of my midnight
sing of Lilith

when i were animal
and by hunger i fed into
a bedroom’d despair
i was biter
all teeth, and eyes a lumbering
bloody caul,
futureless pursuer
mooning over collected anatomies
muscle’d with a certainty
to die of excess
here, the starving figure crumbs
of pockets emptying time

when i were physical
and bound to my arbitrary-self
kept the spinning globe
i was rotten,
soft, sensory-laden sponge
flailing absolutes and feeble curse
demanding presence
and not a-one surrendered
speech, or the consideration
to die in silence
now, my individual wormlure
teases Nothing

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conjurer

long after the cauldron bubbled boils
long even after its contents
burn and black
its resin a madness scraping turn
she says “try not
to trouble yourself with that

would that she knew a fountain therein urned
reprieve from the world
that broke a burdened wing
that all-delighting, consummating spur
no more can sicken such a poisoned thing

so in circles, magic’d with a curse
i place the intricate levels of my thirst

and again remember Scorpio’s lovely sting
bites the hand that does the offering

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All of Us

who was the dog laughing
in the nightjars of pollen
trumpeting designs
up at windows

who wore the silks and sang
the shifting sky
into swell for the frogspore
and glister’d jelly

who at the thorned table
ate the goatskull of betrayed
for the low ruin of carnivals
desecrated mind strewn for feedhawks

who with the pocked-eye gleaned
this facile-verse a viper
lamprey mouth trying its jaws
on the equator

who in the suits of hightown
slurped his soup with pretend mimes
feeling the tingle of camaraderie
ejected for jesting trite confessional

who was told the parables
of squarepegs and roundholes
applied this earnest learning
foundered nothing and resentment

who attempted return
to animal kinskin dreaming utopias
only to walk a loneward shuffle
among the tenements of perversion

who trumpeted designs
up at the jars of windows
in the dognight
laughing pollen

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Sagittarius A

this (right here)
is where the
rot begins
the putrescence starts and
burps its way up
the plumbing
the foundations a mound of corpses
it’s no wonder the mould
begins in basements,
bathrooms
,and finds its way down
the clingy hallways
there’s a black hole in the centre
of it
all
its matter permeates galaxies
Scientists found it they said
but have only theorized its impression
on visible objects
and
deep down beneath
the devices of ancient insects
attracted to the vibrations
of our machinery
have their inert vexes set
on our gradual immersion
slowly
slowly
we are all of us falling equally
in to the
fire

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as near as breath

you have no soul
little one
no soul at all
you will know this
when
you are reminded
to mind your shoelaces
at the market
when the yelloweyed ones tell you
to clip your coupons
buy
one
get one half-off
and
to let your cellphone battery drain
completely
once
in a while

and i will see you
and you will see me
grinning
like an October’s Moon
cackling with my murder
of crows
with the Devil inmy handshake
teeth shining like daggers
of ancient typewriters

and you’ll play pretend
but
why don’t you visit?
i send you invitations,
and i host so many events
i know you’ve received them
could it be
my alluring demonic curl
has slept inside you
munching whispers between your walls,
so you dream
reprisals?

don’t look now
your shoelace has come
u
n
d
o
n
e
must you always mistake my sympathy

must you be so obvious?
is it myjob to explain the rules
i never endorsed them,
i never commiserated with your Lord
or decided vendors
i evicted myself from the
mansions of Heaven

and i love it as long as it
destroys you
i’ll turnup a jesters collar
&kick my heels
dancing a wicked knobbly jig
into the sex of midnight
distant

and as near as breath
like the pain of knowing

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The Stanford Prison Experiment

this blank page
you’re waiting for me
to fill up
with words,
with the presence of idea
for
me
to expound, divulge
create romantic scenario
arrive at a subtle dramatic
metaphor

to tell you
a tree
is more than a tree
and lie about the spiritual
nature
of mountainborne rivers
and the corpses of swamps
magic circles, all
halos of crows
the dying circumstance
of spring

to expose
a bit of beautiful symmetry
a slip of hipbone, skin
tissue dressed skeleton
a fragile
wily spirit to bend and turn
like a leaf of paper
a supplicant that can not exist
without you exploring the walls of my
surface with a finger-
a judgement

have i served the function
of curiosity
has your identity,
my identity,
the identity of words
been sufficiently put to the fire
of question
is it ever deep enough
is there a further plane
to be pushed to
beneath

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casual

gobble up the vegetables
placate the stomach
percolate with television
thumb rubbing gut

groan, complain
it’s casual, expected
body language to explain
you’re over-fed

nevermind Churchill
standing at the bulwark
watching the bombers
from below

nevermind Stonewall’s amputated arm
shot by an ally
a devastating loss

change the channel
there’s nothing on
overpriced cable tv dying medium
in the internet age

pay the bills
gas up the car
clip the coupons, complain
it’s casual, expected

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living together

& that’s what we’ll do
cut the body up
portion out meat for each-
other to chew
i’ll work on this
you work on that
take a piece of kidney
lung
leave me the heart
and we’ll work our way up
to the eyes and brain
naming each bit as we go
ignore the spirit
it has no body
and we can finish
sit down
cross our legs
and make war with other
beasts

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empty

cobbled heel
shoe leather clack, clack
down paved walkside
the street a vortex of
s i l e n c e
echoes creep up
the facades
as shadows twist
as the preacher passes
clack,
clack,
clack
and the whores emerge now
with their colors and adverts
thorny innerminds are unkept
places
each woman stabs a man
a fantasy he bleeds
eyes roll back
tongue gurgles
she blinks
sees another and smiles
while he

clubs the woman unconscious
with a giant horsecock
rapes her
in the street
blinks
sees another
and dies
morning, noon, and night
they circle eachother like predators
and the children climb on their backs
and whip them
crying of empty pockets

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February

bitternesses
every-
where
snot rubbed shirt sleeves
hands touch doorknob,
door handle city bus
shopping cart because
it’s not manly,
or sexy
to stuff used kleenex
in pockets, no
the immortal ones say
“I’m not sick, or
“it’s allergies, or
“something from last week
haven’t gotten over. etc”
and kids touch gym equipment
touch eachother
teacher in breakroom w/coffee mug
lips kiss her husband
goodnight
wake up sore throat
congested sinus eyes
and the Sun comes up
and the Sun goes down
and the Earth orbits elliptical,
regardless

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Give Something

it comes down to this
once more
convictions and principles met
clean hands washed muddy
high horse pastured, lame
the creditors are at the
door
something’s gotta’
give

where in all the noise
are you?
i know your number, say your name
there’s no reprieve
yet we pretend
dance a little circle
shaky, solid ground
and it comes
to this
react, interpret, defend

if there’s a way through this
it’s through the fire
falling on the
sword
am i the Man from La Mancha?
_____am i anxiety, storm, and ire
_____lashing at phantoms
_____stabbing at shadows
truly, is this my only device?
for want i love
for love am damned
to run

into, and away
from

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Red Hat

bellows flare smoke, and rumble
the Machinery of alleyways
deep in the gray-blue shadows glow
brickwork lined with ears and eyes
pigs milk and feed their young
and Sows are born, and born
and die

there is a little Green house
by the Sea, beneath a sycamore
and the surf
crashing barnacle’d spray
silence
falls between Gulls
honking beaks bloodied crab shells
littered beach
smells of walnuts and wood stove soot
I could have lived there with those Ghosts
instead the Zoo
gave birth to me

the magalopoli burn their Tallow-heads
and teach their newborn’s
to Mask Fear, hide fragility
with absent eyes glimmering with
the Monoliths of Commercialdom
waiting to be fed
there are no Hunters here
in the Land of The Opportunistic
grinding generations to bonemeal
under
a chemical sky

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