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After this bat bites an animal
coffins into bank offices female prophets knots of gas and dust
then the polar sun in swirls of white, blue, gold
silver cups, silks, ivory softly around her body
two magnificent single orbs of moonglow deep in the cave systems
ceremonial apartment towers that mark the culture
her mouth is hoofed stock and timber street people
old men sell gum flood control, and electric power
blood intimidated by armed thug backbone of the frontier
the rim of her figure of calmness and swans
saw to the stocking of his fish ponds like links in a chain
to meet the needs of a modern society and the planets do not emit light
silent behind barred windows and locked like hunted foxes
ding-dong daddy whose probing arm stretches round the whole world
with trembling hands

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I'm a drum child driven wild, scold of the barrier.
I will jam the stars down your throat.
Only you and I will be audible
in the airlocked kingdom.
Map redrawn with colored sand
cycle of flesh disrupted by dreaming
the psychic life of ants made charming with sophistication,
with looks, lifeless.
Daffodils out of punctured concrete.
As was spraypainted: to break your world for our growth
a lamb's ear on the tear of a flag
salted with the disintegration of an entire planet.
Bus stations correspond with jello and tactile clothing
slots of transport are cleft and decorative with human bones.

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Blood from bees, bees' breathing tubes
alleyways in the work of bodies
kingdoms born from a twitch
in the cessation of lunar influence
twinkle of infinite puddle way
the trickle of what falls, at the end
to an eye, to a vast set of teeth
bullets lifted him threw out his arms sent him crashing made him a beauty

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Stained by needless conflict
lowered into the grave
          by one's own manufacture
      primed and shining to elsewhere
           one's core noxious, uninvented


One out of many soars, plummets
            and dangles
             abyssingly
 with that leer on its mouth,
     becomes a he, becomes myself
  wasting time in flesh.


  Orbs of rioting color
         new worlds eat the air
                        like fuck.


   Chasms of midair erupt
        with shivers of kept light,
             shat light, bright light
                and bought light.

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Periphery magnets fizz force on the air
floppy hats and gone costumes burned on plateau
rectangular clouds and triangle park trees
self-pruning self-circumcising entities who chew peanut butter
needle-thief of scorched medical midnights
hiding from the flash of pine sap
oozing in the portrait gallery where kids cry monster to each other in happiness
and elders go sour like vinegar flower
some sour in their chairs and some desk ward on plastic money errands
see not the entwined sky-lips, their darkened teeth

THE ACID BATH FAT MAN DOME SCANDAL

Clear the fact that he roared found the pools she was his goddess with three bullets in him;
green and the publicity of a divorce action which caused the sloughing off of shards as blowing sand,
white early morning scattered at the base blood tinged bright or dark red
skin test tenacious with obtaining a history or stretchers exiting an elevator
air hunger the cabin door service for petty thieving fremitus, thrills, heaves

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Streets damp with the energy of a gone sky
imprinted with a chant of feet
guarded by sharp singing copper
barbed to tumble an old music chart
winging and flanging its punctured drum heads
creature built up by a rain of ceiling wires
cutting itself down to wax stalactite
standing with grin of charcoal
in the sweetheart wreath's valentine
dead center of the death squad, pulsing with gravity

THE DESTRUCTION OF THIS HEAVEN

The legend of the dog, the headless woman, a sex-crazed monster
         the seven bowl judgements contrived, the mechanical deodorant powders
                  scribble the name when an angel is used for stool pigeon
                     and the plow boy whose sister died eight miles above upper-level tropical winds
                       gloves which she had strangled and savagely mutilated
                            blithe bulletproof nightclubs of the old regime
                               be talking very sweetly to her views the lips from end to end
        he guided her on to an electric pink, moist, symmetrical, and smooth discharge

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I'm a fat blood hamster
hiding in the night
blonde bloodstain anus and faceless
inhabiting wretchedness under the ferns
impersonating myself fellating the roots of the goddess tree
to be smitten through by immaculate media nature
a thousand times before breakfast
which is dreamed in glass clouds
nudged mailbox side in the dreaming mirror flag
from which to derive thy blindness
moving to the trunk of the tree
I smile as much as wither
its grace graceless as winter
is how she moves the technology of summer
into high and idle drives
where my skull waits to be filled with small beds

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Plastic surgery constantly bathed in saliva
head through the grill of his cell knelled and unknown
force directed the formation of carbon like a dog in an ambush
plug-ugly yellow rat glamorous outwitting the drab minions of the law
the thick, guttural gangster myth never resorting to violence
public enemy number one to the crystal lattice

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I am both weak and strong.
I can throw the elephant over a wall,
and I always forget.


In the mills, in the hells,
in the abattoir I hold sway,
among the shoe minerals.


You can fuck me with death,
you can kill me with song,
but you cannot make me remain,
thus you cannot make me remember you.


The hand's map is written in a forest tangle.
The foot's curve
these voiceprints can be pioneer launch pads
one of which is a metal tool, the voiceprint.

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You ruby-crowned kinglets drinking fluoride ministry to the edge of a cliff
spiritual leaders, or certainly their successors,
because of your beauty, your corrupted splendor fulfilled in your hearing
heart: I will ascend into the holy mountain of filth and squalor
in the sides of the heights of the cloud synagogue
the proofs of the divine dean of prophecy captive in bondage
drugged leaves of paper dumped in there mellow mysterio scraped

JUGS OF PISS

My realest friend's death has made me a stranger to this life, left
a scorned life inside of me, agitating for truth, and for death's truth.
People can see that kind of thing blindly.
This landscape inside vault doors
is the fine-tuned result of a scorched-earth policy.
The pawns flow with milk from their heads.
The kings and queens spin in the milk brilliantly.
I am a pale pariah, half self cast out, china bull,
a man with the habits of a tormented squirrel.
The ant socialites range around me with their anti-sexes,
hyenas trying to graze on ice cream beautifully.
Their life-outsider structure is a dead language
that tempts the air's hunger for experience
to collapse like a star.  Slowly pistils descend into stamens.
Yellow is proclaimed shapely by the computer-led vegetation.
Earth is corrupted by cleanliness.  My species sucks a bowel-train
of remorse and mercy out of my tail cavity.

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A great sex toy is, she's on tape and obscene phone can whack off in your ear
   I measure my first line and mark it with a chalk line a tracing wheel and waxy
           then reel out the tape from the supply reel and hook it into carbon paper
               sweeping away existing working relationships joyfully fucking everyone
                                      relate to future things which against the pointlessness
                                 all booty had long since been homes and venerated as a saint jewel
                             only to be drowned in blood by wearing a golden diadem, with golden filaments
                        the hounds in hot loud echoes from the shaken boughs; lay dead above her eggs
                the incubating female


                   ascends these canyons, swallowing all her young's excrement, and in a haunted corner
                                   a large black dog scuttled past as lost in the darkening woods.

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Utterance as rock after rock led a peaceful and uneventful life
to the beginning of the universe to see the colour and substance of his money
this small patch of sky which made the embedded star in brightness and structure
onto the watch after it had been the monsters and the heartless ones vault and helped
a card-carrying limp-wrister two hot-twatted hookers
heat-loss mechanisms learning how to monitor their own heart rates


A bright blue border lies in chemical equations as a very large window
systems are sad the capital feasted, rioted, drank
the stairs are mad with joy for sex comedy
curriculum from weaponry completely wiped away gold
red hieroglyphic inscription of his crimes; every cum-drenched
fellatrix in the drab, scrubland valley

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Both matrix and crystals, and the new bone work
with the grain of wood along the oil molecules
water with a pinch of lemon crushed to death
under the slum of brothels and factories
blistered neck and shoulders the tarnish on the silver fork
is silver unchanged on both sides
the cooled molten salt in structure, function,
and color to make a grid masking
between the timing of sleep and what is inside the atom center
holistic chrome-plated toaster
with white due to dynamite dressed in their gold
cabs clattered by on the strip of canvas flapping the dim gaslight
spectrum like the sun tense blue of the river
like a rose through the wall in this joint

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Nihilist and criminal in the city hiding place glazing one of the sledges
palace the police had started
the girl's naked body on a bonfire in the liquid state criss-crossed his face
which bulges from the back of a conventional TV quickly
her jewelry grains of poison the charge of the tin the shattered body
men of violence who could no longer form words
suddenly burst in on her with the usual display of courtesies
stereo power mounted to lose eleven electrons black plastic grilles
a bloody, writhing mound of raw flesh gas, a silver atom

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Claimed for this life, by an essential accident.
Tapering off beautifully, thank you.
The vicious weapon of my body punishes the water, is a joke.
Radiance of sprung days flashing off into the future blank.
The emptied horizon is a lightning bolt.
Wet floorboards give way to trees.
Fireplace walls give way to mountain rocks.
Drawers of zeroes remain packed tight on their nothingness.
Drawers of ones remain lined up neatly with one another,
stabbing nothing with their nothingness.
Oaks mount elms to heaven after heaven after heaven.

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I know that I am a pool of snakes and you are a pool of snakes too.
I know that rebellion incarnate conspires against me to steal my life.
I kneel by the river and spike the electric.
I know the flag post is melting in the deep background.
To develop a scene, I stagger into the green envelope.
A warrior in a sundress tears my stomach, my heart.
The blocks of wood that mark the event of the tree's destruction
lie around me like murk, in their definition.

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Because they exist and I do not
all night I can feel the police
under my skin, where the mechanism
and its international cousins perk up


streets darkened with water
hills over the river beaming a last snow
dashed factories a huge open window
the machine work of light


a face, a hand, an opening--


Darkness of flesh, darkness of disorder
these buds were never meant to be opened.
And so our climax is death:
our destiny is death, and in its climate raging
                                            is more death


Never to understand the darkness or be with the light:
wings must extend from this.


Summer flesh slender and bright
with ejected life, awareness to the edge
beauty breathing kite limbs
pin me to moss fertile wreathing