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Friday, June 30, 2006



what hats of Spain we wear we wash
we take to the landfill to remember
to blush
to bimble to pimple
to shudder to pour
to nimble to quick
to clutter to carouse

we that give sandpiper pleasants to old men
we that sit in squirrel wrapping paper dens
pack-napping about solid fecal vests
and heads of old warped corrugation

we that plug parts and pig out on shpoons
could not careering clap
clomp to ever go
serve first one second third thing
fourth five sixth seventh thing
thing that goes
under
paper gun smash th cult
th cluless vaporless men
with men feet
hairless dog thoughts
sugar up their old flaccid fascist belief truck
for dinner in diner dug delivery scheme
that fight and fever and wear fruit hats
made of marmalade and coffee grounds
beef bean blowgun valhalla
your insepid craps game
of tournament death-cards
no one cares what happens next
so nothing happens next

a bird trumps its own nasal clip
clops soup in bowls with vents
cuts slices of dimple weapons
sloppy vest-wearing owl noses
stuck sordid coffee-wearing cowls
shoot venom in evil droppings
dynamite fair game hen
he's not going to remember it, bird,
when morning clushes and feeps

giant sugar candy cane
galoshes galumphing
striped extra eggsaladsandwich
balogna
and cheeeeese



Wednesday, June 07, 2006

munchkn
wat kind of vest peple wear
wen roads ar longr than spans of thot

u sordd monky
put heds in pans and wash larj watr out
onto yr brain
run ran did dug
out clean porij pudng
wat kind of mistake was taken
u old man martr hole bed hole sex

friday junkpot
pitd old croon
like storys of caklng cats
that had bred and dog
and private note bag bag bug
u soket nape
blood ventricls
yr experience shos
comma colaps in sors
wat blade of grass
striped and cupid and naro
so peple don't think rytous thots anymor
yr gum tooth vixnsmile
so soft gumd ache pile
wher did I get my eg?

(u tooth nape nek sparo
I'm sory it is me)
co-created aura of vixndeth
shedng loos parts in sandwich piles made by men
shudrng to think
thinkng to do damaj
wat kind of cloth pot
aches yr door (take it with u)
u so sleepng is necesry
wat coms in circls coms





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