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mysterious bipeds
go right past
the rattle trap pitty
I extensively offer;
sick of suffering
poorly in the city,
dodging mirrors on wheels
jutting steely iron
lumps from innordinate
lifeless stumps rusting
clips peek through
each soul, so wracked
by poisonous doubt
as to what exactly
its all for and about.

todayesteday

fast flapping gulls
giving away themselves
to not be ducks in the dark
are on our minds
in our houses
fast flapping flies
give themselves up
to be fed to the spider webs

in_tolerable_minutes

J is for 1
is for the constant
wierd weed like motion
persisting upon summer rain showers and sun

telephone monkey connections
write a story of the kindred
imaginations built up to burst point
one million years ego, eeek.



CRACKERS
the taste they taste
of is like bouncing
thise rubber balls for a while.
except its not as nuts
to throw crackers against the
wall and just jump right
outta the way.

SECOND CRAKERS
now its like the dry spot on over at the front on
a ferry in the wind going from cape vincent back to cape vincent
. and the fossil rocks are really being attacked by the water in the lake.

third crackers
the thirds of the crackers are turning to sixths
of a crackers if they can do that thats what they do
turning into a six part cracker that has
a personal buggy
carriage pulling a special band stand for the marching
band behind to ride in the heat.


fourth crackers
ghosts are hosting things behind the white
sheets hanging
down forming a barrier
from the second tier (no crackers up there)
and the ghosts are playing with solid maracas.

fifth crackers.
I havent gotten there yet so its still ghost cracker
parhia maraca heaven.
OK THAT TIME I REALLY saw one
Ghost Finger
Maraca Wiggler
Welcome to Pihrana Island Kindergarten

penguin_sham

the penguin is mighty
mighty hot in the coal mine
where they work now. I
hirer of penguins, evading taxes,
erasing written laws requiring
icebread and fishhead sandwiches;
the filth of penguin wishes . . .

how_hot_the_sun

is the name of this singe
bringing the inner juices
of a good honest human
to the outter edge refridge
-erator rated f
or no adequate enough
.
if there was a jesus
he would please us
with lemonade so fine,
never said if it was cold wine.

be a piece of cloud
for me please
and settle
in between
the insufferable
and
the sufferee

I need
is what I need
is a head full of river weeds
in a deep of about twenty feets

wet_baths

backs
uncumbersome for some
other minutes of hours
sliding sticky stacky
tracks