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◊ [6 poems from October & November, 2001]

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honourably so

michael needed fastened rain drop bead prancers, dittying like harpoon spitoon midwife and miway thru essex, little brittain awake on the shore. mister sock-pants died in my arms late lass lives lover lamb the sky will be forever filled with the alphabet, HOT scrPt

the way

before there were hands, before there were feet, before there were eyes, be fore there were thighs, before there were little livers, before there were large l ivers, before there were middlelivers,beforethere were muscles, before there were ankles, before there were nipples, before there were jaws, before there were freckles, before there werepalms, before there wer e fingers, -there were boots & clothes.

NEW!

Alotted time vesselsTM igging in the pines! straight from my heart to the supermarket--5 percent

off! aisles of discount japanese tar WHOOPSOFFERENDS SOON! TM

heat death

i was Born In A Bucket and Raised In A Barrel.

blithe denotive entropy

get hideous smart sopping destmup, phony acrobats tailing in the yard.

sit humonculously climbing patterns of sleep to the tower of turd slamdancing dry timidly! stinging rations of fashion in the hueless world of apathy blow androgynous offer sloutions to the packs of wild tellers in the dusty zoobanks of yesterdecade hate americans bringing heat to the floor like a tapdance flapper, pouring pudding. give restitution to the desolately preposterous and complex theft, dealing with mostly molecules i'm magnanamous

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