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Ease my heart....10.5.00

1. Eraser wound

My salt-wound with a dog in heat for a bandage:it falls to the ground as the perfect Howardbecomes a travelling salesman of neckties--and they say taverns breed juvenile delinquents!

my clogged arteries are football gamesmore important than my wife30 succulent shrimp adorn my wriststhey are bracelets of my desire

like sparks are viscountslike sparks are fools goldlike aspens flaming and owls of jasperlike mittens embellished with victories unwon

a pencil drives itself into the brain of a vicious amputeeI do not blame him his accident was itself vicious and horriblethere were frogs flying they were shards of glassbitten they tinkled to the ground and there was blood it was not red

anytime you spy yourself forlorn upon the wing of a nightingaleremember to clock the speed of the housemartinthe sugar-free housemartin which is a special kind of missionaryemeralds and the vegetable world in secret collusion

so spanking a pillow the dream flies to its windowlooks at the slim waste of the moon aglowthe dream finds itself awestruck by the luminous kindness bestowedlunar benevolence and the darting purple silhouette of its midnite envoy

what message do we have for the masses?

why should we have a message for anyone?we play card games and call it scienceof course we are only joking but that is our charm

2. The Peoples Republic

Who steals the night is more than a thiefis more than a silken purse betraying its sows ear originsit makes itself fine by glimmer and surprisestalks the land with legs of brass, teeth of buckwheat,

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hair of straw, a nose of gold,lanky arms swinging and a bent corpulent neck

Blue-eyed devil making a continent into a mortuaryrivers of tears carve new canyons into the red earthtrails of violence rape and looting how can versesobscure bring light into this darkness

trust the moon, trust the moon

trust the beaver trust the loonwhen they squeak they squeak more truth than a thousand cowboysstraight-shooters they may be but when under the mooneven the smell of baked beans seems sinister

I have lost my track now my trail my foment of rain and desireI think of her hips, her lips the freckle on the left side of her right breastI must not forget the graveyard continent or the boomtown deathcampin the forest fire of my lust that leaves the land scorched and barren

trust the moon that is our charmtrust the egret that is our charm

Mercy, Superman.12.7.00

Fly by night oh sweet chariotI must admit a grudging admirationthese are the finest emeraldsand I will rot before I help you anymore!

the spaceman tumblesfloats

beams find him prostatethree feet about the spongy ground!

watch out fair space men!

Re-activate the brain with a roboticarm or a missile

also, when and if, and onlythe musical evolution

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Misc.10.5.00 & 12.7.00

....time is a termite

marry your mistresseat that which denudes you of your charmlove thy neighbors wife as your ownknow when to say enough

....time is a tinderbox