Saturday, July 15, 2006

night's mutilated center
its holy sexshroud
its fever
and its wisdom

earthbits are chomping
the faces of my feet
i am no longer human
'cuz poem

that is you
when you wordwind
the faulty
in its glory
and denounce

pronounce
this busline
my last name
i might as well
be greyhound
or lost

where are you now
when i've lost my hands
scouring pages
both in dumpsters
somewheres
spiraling
like slinkies
and twinks

when i snow
i mean well
i mean





like








yeah







baby the dynamos are a-humming
there's nothing i'd rather do
than loan them to you









say what?





and so in dynamite
my dick too
is kept there











why say what?






this world
this wisconsin sphere
nothing is clear
strawberry fields
forever

it's too easy
you're dead
i mean that i'm


let's play hide
and go seek
our eyes closed
count oneonethousand-
twoonethousand-
threeonethousand-
ampersand that

o well
o wall
o funny face
o chet baker
o whateverhaveyou
o teeth grinding
over the wheelspins of night




centralized
amnesia yes bring







the spasms!

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