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/ no gps combustion heater on the platform / the great cold mama in the sky .....she shakes a iar of honey
hodown heydown she shakes a iar a day rain again
some angels here between the boards
SU
R EB
LOCK
you cannot tell anyone sToP / if you trv I you are trying to change them in their own elarenth hour in their own eleventh Plane their own ridiculous heaven the sounds of the star'sPangled mushrooms / the trumpet blown before your very eyes / mouth wide
grey again
heads.....
only the golliwog shadow / ziPPing and unzipping in a black and white movie I lite / sareral visions in one excellent breath
hodown heydown she rides a mile a dav through the turquoise forests in the sky
AND
so
I DON'T
SUPPOSE HE'LL
.
READ IT
guess
it's not my
bag
.
to
bead a pattern from your trials , you see , you've heard my sleeping talk in early light i watched you laughing when you told me things i'd done .
in crepe and covered buttons the lady who is iust swenteen says through the telephone it's mutual consolation as if we know what she means
PETER
for smoke
and
to
.
tea
but all you show is fast and real and somewhere lost . without imagination and the crystal you believe in "watch me NOW" it seems to cry "i am.pretty . tiresome lonely ."
with most things mirrored in your eyes sometimes you find it hard.to speak but there are no sounds in the sunflecked tide and you have a friend in that . it would be safe to simply swim away
outside it's turned a little colder and you wonder if you understand anything at all about you and you once lost thirty dollars and you never got it back "
MOUNTAINS fluorescent groy @verr mo and my oyos 8rs torn from sleeping gnrzed and clammy wlth the attltuda of a worried reptlle having wltncsed
the movement of mountains at tho rocky endr of the earth for a thousand yoaru ,
molecules
.
DAYLIGHT ME
kidease , i am the member of the vanguard of the world is flat committee kidease , i Em captsin daylight , scared of no mammon no moloch , me
of gymboor
boiling up vermilion in our workshops
to
make a mosure
;
ray
infra red
sting ray
me
hi
was wearing
kidease ,
BLOWNFUSES
wi$ the elegtric radlator
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painting my riding boots glcsmasta tengerino and hank williams rnaking it sad to be here in the kltchen rolling my own tobocco cigarettes . stoned . a lbng rrtay nrth of homp
,wlry
why arc blown fusec makb tho llving cold like going up and aeking you to wire my heart
gets ridiculous to orua yourslf a memory makes you think yor can't do without s<xno soft of symbols . hungny
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the p.gos of her body
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THE ZOOKEEPER'S STORY the zookeeper spends all his time on chocolates and carnations for his lady in the city after work , his lady nods at midday in the sun in the park
eating sausage sandwiches with pickles it's august hot and cold , and pretty soon the zookeeper wil! want to know her answer so she is smiling in her knowledge with sandwiches and the zookeeper is anxious between two giraffes will she won't she will she won't she will she be my wife
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the words of our names have been dropped and broken. we did it or.rrcelves / our tongues were swollen , too heavy
with speech.................
our tables and chairs are on the way home disguised as furniture , somebody else's
at exactly 12.23 p.m. dashing dan the photographer snapped the lady's vision she has never been the same or eaten sausage sandwiches agin the zookeeper went directly to iaal for fifty six unpaid florist invoices he spends all his time there .
wer , really .
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KOMIK POLITIK
Demonstrations
UNDERSTAND
should be expressions of
frustrations/S H
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televised nationallly
richard nixon as daffy duck with a name like dingle dick are they provotariat chickens in flash gorton's lacn I
for radio
serialised
if you turn to judy garland you are exaggerating the sounds you sing to yourself if i turn to antonin artaud with boobs and cunt i am dishonest with my medicines
way up on an otis elevator in the blind musicians gatlery i saw elvis on a motorcycle and you and me in a plumbutter jar
something like being on tho same WAVELENGTH for some time rapunzel in government houce letting down her hair letting otl I STEAM
blows his avante gnrde and brings the meetings down Hanoi Hannah rolls over in
the phantom poet / FALLING crashing to the floor in broken words / he almost
the graveyard
/ SCREAM / a barricade
POEM ALIVE
/ STRANGE
for i. &
m.mrannell
no songs for thirteen weeks the complainants forced into whisper by a droning silence their words are drawn , tired floating on a sneaking breeze
RAILWAY
he does not.
nurryanymors
newsF LASHvideo
Tonight
a thousand female Memories have occupied the auditorium to honour some otd magics
/one or two cameras manipulating the image . a boxy brownie . what a Memory one of the ladies sells secondhand counting pins ,
gains 3ome speed
unsheltred and wandering at tho back of tho moon 93mlllion miler from the
orangs llghtycr mptdec seen single eyed , unaided .
flrc
a meteorac.showgr
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'you need MEI you want MEI' the dress circle is shrieking
,SAY SOMETHING VALIDIT'
o.[. o.k. o.k. the Mime is crying now o,k. then 'reality is the past......,..
POEM
/ LITTLE BREECHES
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little breccfieg urfildchd hcr gunbrlt and let lt drop doun on a stack of natioml grognphlcr puttiru a fingr to hcr ncc
STRAIGHT ALL THE TENGTH OF ME LONG bclcony boW motherlng ilrelr moton
rho tooft out r'rotl of tape rnd stuck the nndrvic-tr ovr the hols in thc rrly koolo ovct door
arkle rcx
& polka
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poems by pamela
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