nov 11-17

sleep with notepad
     green light strong
         on the mind
             then all gone

morning greetings a light touch
apple tree still green in mid-november

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monday morning
   a snake in the architecture
sheds its skin, leaves
   so much for immortality
my immortal solitudinairy
   rejects the social value of play

white deer asleep in leaves
bull, pink tongue out, settling

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on my t-shirt
   wear the names of
   kings & queens
in cartridges
fired off 5000 years
& livestock plagues accounting
  love letters lamentations all of it
light &
   dust in it

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the I watching the mind watching the eye watching the hand
touching the face
the hand on which there is no watch
the face in which there is no watching

cap off
toothpaste curdled
handwriting like pubic hair
all over

songs of praise
songs of fear
does he hear
who? dunno

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any body can dance except for gunslingers he is just killing look ma no other purpose quietly radiating some terrible unstated violence weird xylophone you zealously assess body compromisies divining exact facial guarantees however insecure just knowing like many naive operations presents questionable results so to understand validate well xerox your zodiac and body could doubting ever finally give him its just kidding laugh maybe not over pretty quote read slowly tie up vacant words x-ray your zero

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you are a nomad, a mountain buccaneer
the world grows indignant at your ambuscados
coffee black as your victims blood
you wake one morning to find it has snowed
every look looks different now
in fact it is still snowing
unable to find your way out
no direction home from your mountain
red doubt

*

in theory said "you otta be dead"
over the handlebars & the little red book
I keep close to my head
for a start, in theory said
"you're a runaway bird" the word
you haven't heard is "streetcar"
on the left, big red
abstract alone — on a bottle cap
picked up in the park, in leaves
diving for abalone, the elders
never satisfied. What is the
quarantine method? Every 8th word
is "we", every 8th day we clean

*

fabric round the flowers
skirt the issue — static
fluid and last night
suddenly naked

waking, wondering about mixing
the lumen, narrow, the
room, lightening, the problem
as limit

knots, subliminal serpents tied
up and straining, tail
and tongue decorations on
figure eight

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to lie hurts but you say
"hand it over" "work through it"
I said that
the neighbours are undergrounder and louder
in strange languages, through unexpected holes
the erratic monk marks a random hour
strikes a bell, a book in the mind opens
pulls up stakes raised struggling
meow clothed smokes a vast Horvathy cigar