OH PIN LET HER

owe, owe, it hurt. yr message, it hurt. ze anonymous
plank of my own devising smashed
against me leg. zis cruel
Spice of LIFE!!! Leave ze
shitty poems be!!! youre
so to say
right
god nam it, celebrate colors IN traditional
art so to say free

to feel blue about
this, at any time
or another
on and off my
tittering
a peripheried dream, and oh, joy, that the
words i had
streaming
all day, now gone, and that
i'll regret this
and forget this, but yr
kippas assuredly
behind me, i've
no need for
the damn
thing, and
these places
too. they too
sticky. time
as romantic wink
and giggle
cross continent
it be, 'll make this
a jettisoned and
swiveling star
fart swiveling
around the sun, by
the time you've
arrived, haikuish
as ye do. BUT: have
seen the cards
splayed across
table and knowing
what they
not
mean, we talked
of other things: the

WEATHER. it
beautiful, by the way. i later
for 50 cent
consulted the psychic
machine, and seen same cards lit up across screen, in

the mangy corner as
a 15 yr old tom hanks, and we talked of other thing: the WEATHER, its
beautiful. i since got
my own cards. and the pictures
are pretty beautiful, kindness
for example and
the acts of
such. it seems alla
the bitter speculations
i've been propagating
towards it are of the
utmost
necessity, say scientist
ethereal toot, its the
bitterness which seems
to be dissipating, tho
the parameters, settings
and patterns that
i've constructed: dis-
covered, are
very much fluidly
apparent (its been 3
weeks, and i've yet to
change outta
landrys pants,
they TIGHT (so
as to get alla yr ducks
into my pre
ambling fucking
row i have
been to the quakers
house and have
sung. SUNG! as stephanies
brazil would concur! w/'er eyes
watering, banging the wheel, voice
lacing back into the
stereo, alls i need
in the world's
an ankle to guard
against gnats, thats it, by the
way, sometimes i
seem on verge
of gigantic orgasm
who's never fully
reached, i
have great prosperity, gain, travel and
alotta seepy
vaginas
upon my horizon. i
pass wieners
grave
in my own
way, tooting
my horn, which
he then claims, i.e. afternoons off
i stalk into the
park w/ fishing
pole and help
patrick fish for his
dinner, he's a great
inkling to blow
my money on
crack, booze
and it was
a great deal
my fault in
having overextended (hogwash
of ze fish in zis
age, it is advice i've

read

in a book. and
they are delightfully
being burned, everywhere, it
not a flame to be

played

with, as more than
anything the man
loves jesus
slinking by
his cratered lap. BUT. BUT. BUT. BUT. BUT. these buts
they are not at all

not at all as i say, these
buts, but i
wont explain how this
eludes
to you, seen
a little bit
in everyone, needle and
damage done

mr burroughs,
i believe that
was yr left
eyebrow?

yes. yes. reply mr burroughs. etc. leave
the sudden, eternal figure

a momentary lull

and ya did

and i chomped on it, and i sorry, believe, or
not, but i been smiling
about this
all day. if i really retarted
and really dont think it'll
happen, i'll go to patricks
kenya... to
india. boston, or for whatever
reason western mass: thats
yet to already
unravel

always always, and to whomever, brock

STOCK BAR POEM #2

my life will die, and repentant bugs
will take its place, my thought
indistinguishable sentiments, pockmarks
upon the bar top
when Aura

looks thru the window, taxi cabs in her eyes. dreaming

is what i’ve got. the potential, it’s
sot. i ran from the brown children

yesterday, down

the sidewalk, they
pirates, attacking, i
clutching an empty pizza bag, running, unable
to sell what’d
already been sold, when

Aura’s

hand upon my shoulder, from the dark
of this room

like a breeze

not tightening

at all. when by Aura’s
eyes
i go swim
by bloated puns,

sententious gests! followed by you
and yr sensuous children
hiccupping! this palace
of bobbing heads
in which
mannerism’s my
only

WORD, backwardly!
fidget! midget!
the swans glide! into the reeds!

awfully

simply back

(into the reeds! swans glide!

- We come in peace from the third planet.
Would you take us to your leader?

- Bawr stretter! Bawr. Bawr. Stretterhawl?

- This is a little plasic model
of the solar system, with working parts.
You are here and we are there and we
are now here with you, is this clear?

- Gawl horrop. Bawr. Abawrhannahanna!

- Where we come from is blue and white
with brown, you see we call the brown
here 'land', the blue is 'sea', and the white
is 'clouds' over land and sea, we live
on the surface of the brown land,
all round is sea and clouds. We are 'men'.
Men come -

- Glawp men! Gawrbenner menko. Menhawl?

- Men come in peace from the third planet
which we call 'earth'. We are earthmen.
Take us earthmen to your leader.

- Thmen? Thmen? Bawr. Bawrhossop.
Yuleeda tan hanna. Harrabost yuleeda.

- I am the yuleeda. You see my hands,
we carry no benner, we come in peace.
The spaceways are all stretterhawn.

- Glawn peacemen all horrobhanna tantko!
Tan come at'mstrossop. Glawp yuleeda!

- Atoms are peacegawl in our harraban.
Menhat worrabost from tan hannahanna.

- You men we know bawrhossoptant. Bawr.
We know yuleeda. Go strawg backspetter quick.

- We cantantabawr, tantingko backspetter now!

- Banghapper now! Yes, third planet back.
Yuleeda will go back blue, white, brown
nowhanna! There is no more talk.

- Gawl han fasthapper?

- No. You must go back to your planet.
Go back in peace, take what you have gained
but quickly.

- Stretterworra gawl, gawl...

- Of course, but nothing is ever the same,
now is it? You'll remember Mercury.

i probably already like you!

THE CLOCKMAKERS OF CREATURES!!!!

Are you the type of person I’d like to join below the restaurant table? Alongside the big feet? Within the deep, black throat of the coat closet? Do you have injuries lagging, bitten arms, velcro shoes? Longer days than I? You smell like a gerbil. You run like a snowflake after a mule, you have funny gums, like they are caught between running and grotesquely smothering your strange teeth, I like your gums. You’re teeth are good. What language is this color written in? How many toes does it take to pick up a handful of water? What pitiful happenstance has caused my mother to bring me here, of all places, to this vast linoleum, to you? I can’t tell whether you’ve already forgotten these things, or whether you’ve never known them in the first place. I like you alright, let’s run.

-craigslist personnal? probably

i probably already like you.

suzy q say: SO new shoes huh? magic new shoes that make you go faster? Hmmm I need some of those! Are you really sure it was all the shoes, nothing to do with all the coffee you have been drinking since your streak of only good brew lately? I have been getting in the habit of getting my morning coffee at my favourite coffee shop. Have seemed to be doing stuff earlier, so I don;t have to rush off to work right away. I sit down outside in the chairs and sip my coffee and read or write....then the cup is empty. I go in for a refill then head off to work,,it seems I am drinking a lot more coffee lately, but for some reason i don't feel any more jittery.


I have a new eating plan, my trainer has given it to me. It is a whole lot less carbs than i usually eat. Most of them in the am. I feel different and a little more energetic.. no a lot more energetic. It is hard to say if this is totally my freedom from carbohydrate addiction or if it is just my normal cycle of high energy after a low cycle... but i do feel boosted in a way...


brock say: tuesday afternoon, and
so fast!!! let
the ballooooooons
go

outside... TOO FAST! SEE MY
SHOES!!! SEE SIX WHITE
STRIPES!!!! 3 DASHED
UPON EACH

SHOE!!! CONGEALED INTO TWO LONG

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INTO

THE BLUE


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