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Tuesday, May 25

may_I

I have two beating hearts
and no mother am I
. Sun is an inch into my
skin all over me
. Bugs are flapping by
my ears wet with raw water
. One in my chest is acccccccellerating
and the other
a little lower, is squeezing slower
on remnant calcium

Thursday, May 20

x_is_to_xylene

sell me something I dont know
already smelly
in defective shoes
meant to keep the filth on the outside
two way perm
Publish Post
eators sitting bridging conditions
ouef annomininity; listing ballast of silly
and to think that that would float, is another story
for a day that is all gone if you really knew

Tuesday, May 18

lmnop

I'm not cold on today
the sun has heard
and sends a thankyou note
for caring through space
where the sun shine never gets like me

landing here
in the sparse grass
the black bottoms of me
tap a never nervous signal
through the amplifying earth
and into rocks ever which way

Wednesday, May 12

habitation

I dont live on coloniale
I live on HALAK
You done not live on esplanade
You live on CAMMALLARI
We dont live on osborne
We live on SUBBAN

an additional 993
avenues
boulevards
et cetera et cetera
follow

tomorrow
the birth
today
the day

when we win the cup
you wont be able to fly
why?
cause the mountain will erupt ! !

unfeed

not human to be
an antler of a desk
set a step from the rush swish edge
when old winters over and new
spring is done
I'm summer riffing mode;
young and impatient for the next snow

Tuesday, May 11

curve_stars

left behind turkey legs and half
a million specs of old news
are the views I just left
and edible transfusions of well spent
time traded for some grime and poofs of no-telling.
whats to do
whats to do

Sunday, May 2

for_the_fools

picking out your pockets
like am running a race
be kickin so tall so my shoe
hits your face
in the place between
the nose and the seen
eyes bleed,
and cry, and pleade
that the robbin will cease
but no
like ceas_er went to the clean_ers
brutus wasnt mean_er than my mad mad demeanor
make you pile dust for the street sweeper
trucking along in the early morning fog
driven by a zombie straight out from the bog
I'm a nightmare
I'm never fight fare
so chop you with the ax
and file down your skull
cheat like the tax collector knows full
well I'm outta hell
burn out your brain with a sulfuric smell
guess thats now all thats to tell

Saturday, May 1

maydee_maydee_Maybee_Maybee

the size of the eyes in
that there flection
staring back at me almond me
almost all of me can see
the rest of me that I cannot see
contrarily.

dang nabbit ducks think nothing melow.
but where are they now then?
are they off sporting sunglasses and
bright grasshopper green flowers tied into
suspenders holding up duck bill platypus pants?

atomic bombs fly out my nose and into all of the other noses on this planet.
I sit back and laugh.
I sit back and laughter is because the trees are atomic
shelling endlessly the stairs that go so far they go to know where.

Maybe I'm not the only survivor on the planet. But at this rate