last week's park pieces

         She's such a figure!
"I'll drug their possets"    on the heath
incarnadine      an exile dunked in it
the pit     never clever
"slaughter in the jungle"   Obama suborned
mama says thanks          a peach of a rug
but well trod on    tame captivity
slow abortion     hat on a stick
no masterpieces    no masters     bait
something this way slouches from Alberta
black lizard blood      throws roses
and who's above the smell of the law
and whose egg-tooth ripens?
watched by puppets, his own strings plucks
myriad explosions    napalm    a candlestick    bunk your busters

This morning, noodles pasted on the wall, I thought of you
         safe from a journey, returned to no roof.

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On a branch, mating bullies       wood squirrel: get Skippy
       her bleach smell pervaded the bedding
a figure in black steps onto a bus
too clean is a deal breaker
so many ways to make it
           white train
       swallow    twenty-one
           fracture
  fruition      cheap drains
Ho-Lee     China        on the chin
       letter on the floor    How Long?
elephino!     Well plant vines
not cedar.   Fire next time.   Blueberries
savage    &    ablaze.      Froody
guru granola I bought
once in co-op, JP MA.
Kasha Ka-ching.
Who works the registers?   Who registers the workers?

"The magnitude of their turpitude is rude
I don't want to help them anymore"

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He decline to participate in the beating
of a a dead horse whose biography
he had written — the
miles rode, the story told. How
much for the saddle?

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Bin bangers before the sun. "the
singularity is near"      a pussycat
but fiercely intelligent.    Flash the crotch.
Pass someone you know, getting coffee.  Today
is an ex's birthday.   Eat cake?
Is there mutual respect? If so, what's
changed? The last warmish day
make teeter-totters ma blonde
who is not too civilized to say
"I love you" and how it's said
watching the squirrels run.
Many books unread. Dominion over
us all.

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       Whose guilt? Tout it out. Bet
on the one with the most spots.
Tongue grooming.    What I want.

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Pollock or Polack "corral yr skivvies"
obsessive nose-picker & dog walker
"For fun I drink coffee & for funds educate the
younger generation." He is blond
and chased by a golden dog. Terriers.
smell curry in the dung. Overbites.
Favours. His kid on a forklift
like a pallet of bricks. Faggot
of dicks. Now more conscious
than ever. Fur the first time! Febrile weather.
To stroll bare-legged by the river in winter.
The cakes were great.   Delicious thanks.
The mayor knows what blows
in the windows of municipal housing.
I'm not embarrassed, however,
the emperor has no curtains (and, bare-assed, spanks.)

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Cops on bikes move in packs
some days I guess we need them.
Pigeon shit & broken glass.
From the statue of Al Waxman,
smiles a nisus of compassion
bag full of buns day old
from this bronze bag of bones
reliquary of the humanitarian.
A playground. Crackheads in the mist.
Our project.  birdfeeder in heels
red, leather.   enjoys the frenzy
claps away gulls. "No gulls!" stay
in one spot. gory world transit.
it spins. raids the trash. mustard
crusts.   in a parked car writes
texts    plans for lunch
                 "Everyone eats
when they come to my house."