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Could be
friends squared, rooted, busted or
once and for all, lovers, ripped off and on and on.
How much difference would that make on this
uncompromising globe? Would it rewritehistory or make monkeys out of fish? Could it
pollinate flowers or blush you ruddy and ripe?
Can you rattle on about some hare-brained
scheme or other and still touch your toes,
still sense bliss blind with striving? Can you
lead the way filled with sorrow and accept
such uproarious bonds loosing perplexing
affections mysterious, influences elusive
clues abound, dos and donts hardly matter much
if, in the long run, were all made of food?
Isnt everyone a luminous pin-up
incandescent symbol of sex or some kind of longing,
the comrade of intent animal body eyes
the scoreboard, obvious enough for eyeing
the score; must we shake hands right now or
attend instead to actual events waiting for
a time all-to-easy to refuse, a time
that trips our imaginations up,
a time that tiptoes little by little,
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delaying our beginning, a time that forestallsfutures and shreds fond reminiscence of
sweethearts and family pets, rope swings sunny
days and delicate wreckage never meant
for our understanding. Still we get it
now
this time nevertheless at once too tough
and too tiny for chit chat, too dangerous and
too sly for thursday nights at the bar, for
parties or coffee dates, movies or newspapers or
well-meaning acquaintances who matter as much asblind dates, as Orcas beached by the harsh sonar
of spies, as much as undiscovered invertebrates
sleeping forever, as much as fossils of long gone
proto-amphibians. How much
do you suppose
that is?
so then
Do I matter that much to you?
Could we after allbe friends? Would it make
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a difference if we werelovers just like that?
What difference would it make?
Lips, fingers and skin?
Phone calls tension and
calculated avoidance?
If we let go of tenthousand years
just sink into
a simple warm embrace,
with all its here-you-are
this and all-good that,
would it burst the bubble at last?
Would it dam the Ganges?
Would the geese stop flying south,
the humpbacks suspend
their migrations?
Would you flip out and make
a feral noise, carry
wild oats westward?
Would you sweat with anticipation
as we announce the winner
would the inside of
your brain turn around and greet me?Would you spill your guts for the truth
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and nothing but?
Would you dip me in mythical
rivers just to find
my feet?
dear Sarita dear Jana
dear Carolyn dear Geniedear Nil dear Wendy
dear Kiri dear Jen,
dear babys baby,
I am fine, how are you? Should I stay or should I go?
Is the intimate privacy of this body so vulnerable?
Yes, yes, but isnt infinite attention an ally of adventure?Doesnt birth itself expose us so to one another?
siempre
Life doesnt last long enough for secretsand veils its so-called meaning steadily.
Answer as we may the world wont stop
turning. Answer as we may, the moon wont
stop reflecting the light of the sun onto the earth
at night I feel warm enough to huddle and tie knots.
Jumble clump I feel
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tender and ready.
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Testament and Influence
If monk or trane ever came
around here and heard these
necessary phrases of
fury and nerve heard
the way such strings vibrateon this particular night
time spilling out from
this very porch into
wet streets secret open air
hed probably give me
a bit of advice. I hope he would in fact I believe he has.
Then again, I believe
my grandfather issues stern
warnings when Im half
asleep I believe mom
still passes through
to tell how handsome
Ive become. I believe
my music teacher laughs
gently when I make a mistake
I believe we are not dead
to the world just yet.
I believe my feet are giant
melons and I will eat them
if you dont love me
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or at least my feet believe it.
Then again my feet really do
believe love is the most
powerful force in the
universe, now dont they?
Turns out they do. O.K.
Ill just come out and say it then:
I am visited by relatives,
ex-lovers and friends yes
but also unborn spirits of the
long-gone on the lookout, souls
of departed musicians for sure
all visit, stopover, call on me
and stay; just so long they linger
awhile leaving footprints
traces of advice in my fingers
heart brain and stomach
doing it right now as we sit
stand crouch slump lean and lye
saying this prayer well be
something like that ourselves
some day too. Wont we
be drawn to the living
after were gone somehowchoose to be best friends
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with a girl or a boywe never met breathing
seeing jumping loving
seek out the warmth
of life somehow?
Wont we also
pay a visitnow and then?
Just so do I
imagine myself making
friends once again.
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Incantation
Land and sea and nightmares feel it.Daydreams vie for its blessinghefting its measure forever mid-summerafternoon exposes lucid blue
busy insects calculate messagesastronomical speed everywherenoticing lakes sculpted long agorivers feed on ice comes from the sky
is made of flesh water bone tissue
earth wind and fire displace unyieldingplaintiffs sense families ache daringfriends of wisdom rack their brains
reckoning instantsgauging eras
it long ago felt these everydaytremors alchemical transitionsdistilleries and dissolution smeltingmetals refining combinations
substances spinning gold from strawgreat explosive baths of aeriform
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activity stunning stupid metallurgyin the heart affects its appearance
shows signs of favoringthe emergence of immanent lovevociferous devotion throughoutits limitless midst connotes
oblique purposemanifest gist.
Thus let us call it out:
Fire walk with usearth abide skyfly by windflesh moverevolutionand water in
our dry soulsstubborn perceptions.Skin be our friendeverlasting let usacknowledge evenunderstand yourresilient abundance.
We invoke you
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and ask forthe magic of yourmud voicegaze immovablehear us when weholler seekingcompany help
courageous trickstergesture assistoutspoken refusalwith supreme assurance
it raises faces with inspiration it exhales generationsreceive our laughter the sorrow of a thousand
yearsdispatches envoys puzzled by the immovable starsso swaying ludicrous trawling for firmament
one nighteternal duration
we invoke it again:
petitioners all,we summon youappeal to yourmagnanimityinexhaustiblebenefit conveyed
bursting with boonsjustly dispersed
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powers freeeasy to conceiveunguarded giftseverywhere fortunesurfaces smiling
we entreat you
betray decreediniquitydeceive absurdoverlordsloveless in theircitadels ofmalice unseen;
mislead bigwigsbosses unkindbigots bereft ofsignificant songor mindful poise.We relish
what you willnot withholdbounty beautifulrather bestowmomentous plentydiverse OKsvital provision
deliver promiseattain tremendous
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consent astoundingmiraculous dancesurprising heart
over andover and overand over and over again.
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The Saying Game
All Im saying is dont be so long winded, come tothe point, stop kidding yourself.
You always said it would come to this. You said it
wouldnt be easy. You said playthings come and gobut only if were in just the right place at just theright time will anything ever wander our way ornotice how incredibly gentle we can be. You said youwere right, and you were. And finally we gave up ontrying impress each other . . . . Man, was that arelief!!
They say that before you become a professionalbaseball player, you have to die or at least start aband called I almost died playing professionalbaseball. They say that depression just might bebetter than anti-depressants, and they say the blinddont really miss light as much as you might think.
They say if youre deaf you really feel the bass.
Willy says Please. He says, Thats the magic word. . . Actually, there are several magic words. Hesays he likes to say words like sword, groceriesand circumlocute. I love saying that word, hesays. He doesnt say if its magic or not.
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Lani says newspaper articles should not end with aquotation. She says she gave birth to a cat. She saysbbrrrrrr!!! Its fuckin cold. She saysYaaawwwwwwn. Lets take a nap.
Lizi says totally whatever. She says, Yeah, that isgood whisky, isnt it. She says I do and never
looks back. Forever is a long, long time, shesays . . . and she means it.
People Magazine says that either George Clooneyor Brad Pitt is the sexiest man alive . . . . I say Fuckthat. I say my friend Alejandro is the sexiest manalive. I say any of my friends are sexier than your
average movie star. I say The gayer the better,fool. Ive been saying that for a long time.
The weatherman says theres a twenty percentchance of rain. The weatherman sometimes saysWelllll . . . take a chance, who knows what mighthappen in a little while. If the weatherman were
honest completely honest with himself hed say,look at the sky.
My 3-year-old nephew says Corn Pooh!! He saysDonny Ebaugh-bowp!! Whosat? and I say Idunno, who isat? He says, Whadya doin unkooTaze? Sometimes he says SHIT! I say, Shit?
Wusat? and he says, What is at? And then,without even pausing, he says Corn Pooh! again.
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So I say Dilly-Billy, whos the sexiest man alive?and he says TVDDD Less turn at off. He saysNo when I ask him what time it is. He says deadend when I ask him what comes after eleven, but ifyou ask him if he wants to take bath around sixthirty at night he usually says ya.
The Bible says Blessed are the poor in spirit. Itsays Wise men never make a pet of a badger . . .Or does it? . . . I say it oughta.. It definitely saysthat Jesus went up into a little town and wasreceived by a virgin who was his wife. It says thejust will live forever. It says that all things that arealike love one another and would never sell each
other down the river. The Bible says Hear myprayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee. Italso says that Jonathon made a covenant with thehouse of David, saying let the Lord even require itand it shall be done.. And it goes on to say, Thoushalt not cut off the kindness from my house.[repeat] Man . . . I say thats pretty deep.
Whatdya say? Should we go outside or should westay here? [Anybody? . . . ] Should we sink or shouldwe swim? [Anyone? . . . } I say we swim awhile.Go outside. Right?
So . . .
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Who ever said, Im a riddle in nine syllableswithout cracking up? Who ever said, the queer oldballoon man whistles far and wee without burstingat the seams? Who said, By swaggering I couldnever thrive and lived to see it come true? Whosaid The sun shall glory in the glitter of glass-chips,foreseeing the salvage of the prisoned sand and
never went to the beach? And who said Farewellye Greyhound where I suffered so much, hurt myknee and scraped my hand and built my pectoralmuscles big as vagina and never caught the bus?Who said Burglar! Banker! Father! I am poor oncemore without coming to some kind of realization? Ihate to say I told you so, but I did. And so did she.
Now . . . . . . .
Its said that you can lead a horse to water, you caneven milk a cow, a tigers just a great big cat, a ladypigs a sow Ooooohhhh animals animals animalsanimals animals everywhere and the animals say
things too. The cow says Mooo, the duck saysQuack, the pig says Oink! the dog says Woof!the sheep say Baahhh! the donkey says Hee-Haw! the cat says Meow the bird says ChirpYou cant say they dont, says the professor. Theprofessor has a way of saying things like that.
Hmmm . . . . . .
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Well, it says here that the services provided aresubject to the rates, terms and conditions ofapplicable federal and state tariffs as revised fromtime to time. [Ohh, thatll surely bring me down.]And it says here that the net credit balance, if any,is payable on demand in the normal course ofbusiness operations, irrespective of the number of
accounts you have with us. [Ohh, this cant be goodnews.] Over here it says, All transactions aresubject to the laws and regulations of the countryand its political subdivisions wherein thetransactions are executed. I say thats all fuckinnuts man. For what its worth, I say poverty shouldnot be punished, and if proverbs, adages, readings,
magic words and spells really worked wed all havehell to pay.
Id say so, says Tina. We might as well try it andsee what happens.
If theres a chance in hell, says Susie, then, yeah,
lets.
Lauren says, Lets not and say we did! Shesalways saying things like that.
You say yes, I say no. You say goodbye, I say hello,Ahhho-O. The judge said, Youre free to go, but I
said it seemed totally unbelievable. I said, Thosewho search deserve sanctuary Sir. I said and I
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still say it today -- I said I cannot understate thegravity of the situation . . . give me a minute . . .give me a year or two and Ill say you dont sayso. OK, I admit it I said. I rankle my ruin, irk mywreck, rile my gall and warp my woof.
To make everything crystal clear, let me just say
that Im very glad to be here. Let me say, forexample, The future is immanent in the present byreason of the fact that the present bears in its ownessence the relationships which it will have to thefuture. Let me say, on the other hand, oh, say,Perhaps nature ought not to be thought of as arealm of masses moving according to mathematical
laws. Let me say that we surely possess all thenecessary faculties to make us happy and lovingtowards one another. And let me definitely sayBliss delight harmony joy wonder. Let mesay let me say it curiosity good fortune warmth devotion kindness intelligence,understanding and acceptance. For Gods sake let
me at least say Hell No We Wont Go a few moretime before everythings shattered and smashed.
Say One-two-three-four. Say yeeaaahhh. SayHell yeah. Say [beat-box] Ah-oh . . .
O-o! say cant you see how not everything that
glitters is gold, how a bird in the hand in worth twoin the bush; if youre born with a silver spoon in your
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mouth you might as well cry your eyes out. Everydog has his day, a paw in every pie, give the devilhis due, honesty is the best policy. Let everybodyturnover a new leaf; let every man mind his ownbusiness. Mums the word, the skys the limit, Ismell a rat, and he split his sides laughing. Strikewhile the iron is hot, love is never lost, dont judge a
book by its cover, you aint seen nothin yet, whenin Argentina do as the Argentineans do, with a grainof salt; a word to the wise is never enough, unlessyou count twice. [2 3 and . . .]
Youre always saying we flicker around aimlessly,and its true; we do, but who loves you? . . Who
loves you?
She says, My mom does. Kojak, Coltrane, Mosesand Monk do too.
Look, she says, all Im saying is dont be so long-winded, come to the point already fool, and stop
kidding yourself . . . . . . . . . . And she meansit . . . . . . mnhhh, she means it.
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Conscience
I. (fireside chat)
Memory isnt jello not yet at least.
It comes in green, red, yellow andorange, it jiggles and winks I can
bounce it, and cut it up into squares but
I cant seem to eat it at all. Then again,
jello never makes me talk to myself.
Voices quiet real and lasting ask
after loved ones subtle motions leadshadow bodies astray warm wet
wind guides the mind to the heart
of the matter, lets the skin know
what time it is.
But the timing is always off. Just
as i might think to blink, wild animalsshow up scratching at the door,
demanding explanations. As soon
as i suppose the signals been sent,
skeletons come out of the closet
dancing ceremoniously right
in the midst of it all, while the
untamed messenger vanishes without
a dime to his name restless bones
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wait forever and resist; away fromlopsided life.
Roll the bones and
let the chips fall as they may.
Have a heart or two.
People are built in. We come and go,yes, but were there from the start. Even
the dead, especially the dead let us know
right from wrong, slippery from stiff,
dicey from dried up, lifeless from living,
honest from not, funny from dumb
our asses from a hole in the wall, a bomb
from a plan.
Terrible demons, screaming trees,
animals cursed from birth and worse;
miscarried lives, abodes broken for good
essential circulation derelict, neighborhoods wrecked
passage reduced to ruin bargained for rubble;
rivers on fire, hearts purple and blue distressed
souls expressing real trouble sensed.
Shattered dawn raining down vanished
inhabitants speaking actual promises suffered
signed sealed delivered in detail
citizens with their tongues removed casting
outlines accusing habitual institutions criminal
government occluding good will prevail.
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Amazing how much a little bit lasts.Words are tough to mess with.
All this is incorporated in the slightest intonation
in the least inflection vicinities vanquished survive.
II. (Smyrna)
Once upon a time two sought sanctuary,
and woke up in the evening of Brahma,
up stream of Heraclitus, ahead of liberation.
They lasted a while and came through hurt but happy.
Happiness can bend steel. Happiness can lift boulders over its
head. Happiness is better faster stronger. Happiness lasts and lasts.
It comes in blue and it comes in red. It goes and goes and goes. It
stands out and shines on. It revs up and gives a hundred and ten
percent
when it can happiness lets loose flips out takes a leave of absenceeven goes
out of its way to let them both know just how much it hurts, just
how far
behind them liberation still is, and just how much they still dream
of that river.
Ah that river!
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III.
Once upon a time a little boy was banished from a village.
He sought sanctuary too. He looked and looked in vain
for gates and emeralds and signs he spit and frowned and burned.He struggled, sputtered and grimaced.
He came across an autumn moon
wise as could be and bust a gut laughing.
He could not believe such a plaintive sight
mourning noon and night he studied
its face wept and went.
Moon! You thought of nothing else as long as it lasted.
You got under my skin. You left nothing to chance,
almost squandered your spirit completely
you danced on her grave, forgave everybody
and forgot about it. Hell, you were it for a while,
for a magic minute that went on for miles, you were it.
When they woke up
they said,
Love isthat way too.
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Jungle gym
All my pals are loons.
Goose on the loose is
best for the cursed prize of course
events feeling pretty turn
gritty rough grainy
incredible fool
mute antibody insane
fetish undeniable
slack moose abandon cargo today
unthinkable brother unite cool
scattered hijinx everywhere swift monsoon feet
leave gimpy doctor limping far away in
place shaken but not for me to say
whether together or up for gift
mixing quick thinking with vinegar and wine
and cry my dieing at every moment.
Notice what then happens about six
forty acres across vast channels
last night miracle wrapped in
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plastic eye glass, blue and green
fruit-wild plant between speech reaches bats
baskets and rougues at the station crash
justice rusted, bent anchor
joke looming large thrilling hot
ions stop to gripe
jackhammer jest twice
ancient yellow birds combine
elemental pyramid
gender and numbermoot dispute spin grin
then try to rebound slack dream.
Gloveshine tarp trapper dangle
your shingle, jingle
your fang slang mambo.
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What There is of Ghosts
What there is of ghosts
is complex how we
perceive them is
part of what they are.
Like in dreams where
you say it looked like
so and so but it wasnt
so and so ghosts pop up
as bundles of insight
memory reluctant
family meals shared
in confidence congeal
music and tongues
past people still here
whenever inevitable.
So, is a ghost a rhythmic touch,
an unexpected temperature
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with too many suggestions?Something we hear,
a taste we cant put a finger on
delight in the morning
friend or foe, heel or toe?
Why does this sound
happen only on these
stairs on this night?
Does it wish to harm you?
Does it wish anything at all?
Is it human? Was it?
Can inhuman animals be
ghosts too? Is a ghost
the same forever
or does it evolve
in conjunction with
our perceiving it?
Can it be Jewish
Moslem or Hindu
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even if youre not?Why is it there?
Simply to haunt you?
Or to remind you of
something, burden you
with a mission
you never chose?
Or even to
cheer you up,
shock you out
of your doldrumsmake you more
pessimistic only
to enliven you
at some future
moment? Perhaps
a horse not yet born
must win the derby
and so visits you
to empower that
birth with mirth.
Whats goodfor the woods
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good for theduds n suds lady.
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The Rules Dont Apply
Above the law, altogether outside
the accepted standards make my eyes
burn worse than onions
the right way of doing things oftenbenefits no one in particular
to serve and protect
what exactly? A well-respected
pillar of sociopathic success?
preemptive force doesnt work
valued customer the public
good aint quite the same as
whats good for the people
of this neighborhood.
constituents of representatives
keep on minus all those lawmakers.
Even if we cant quite
overhaul that engine
maybe we can find
another way to get around,
make things move, stick together
stay calm and grieve if someone falls out
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put them back in. Above the law?Hell yes. I have no desire
to break the law. Why do
people think laws prevent
people from doing things
the laws forbid?
If there were no law against murder,
would you go out and start killing?
If there were no law against rape
would you enforce a casual fuck
on the way to work? Yes?
Then you are a murderous,
rapacious man.
Me personally, I have
absolutely no desire
to murder and rape,
but apparently the people
who do so desire
are not deterred
by the law, because
they do it anyway.
If you get a ticket for aggravated
driving with less than one headlamp,you have to go to court or at least
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get it fixed but still, the rules dont apply.
No one was harmed, no one was protected,
no ones rights were trampled, its just that
the state gets to fine you to pay for its terror.
Above the law? Why yes, why not?
Were all above the law, over the top.
We shine brighter than policies
regulations, edicts and decrees
pen-pushing fear cant hold this
complex multifarious intricate
difficult graffiti on the sidewalksays so. The twitch, yank, shudder
spasm trembling dialect of this
street corner says so hookers and
lawyers and musicians and students
say so and still, the rules dont apply.
Outrageous shocking contemptible
offensive despicable extreme
mean what you say
and say what you mean.
Anarchy is not mere chaos
disorder confusion bedlamcommotion pandemonium
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turmoil disarray muddle mess
mayhem uproar upheaval
tumult hullabaloo racket
din clamor havoc or frenzy
yet it seems I was meant
to fall apart in just such a wayto go so quietly, absent rage.
Go ahead nyell then
buddy boy dance when
we shoot at your feet
(shots ring out; character dances).
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ClamsYou can think forever.You can dig for clams onsalt saturated beaches feelthe moon tugging oceans
particles attractplanets imaginejust the rightlover can sleepall day and lieall night.
Now and then
you can beall buoyantwash windowsfor a livingall toughlike nothing mattersafter the rain.
After all your friendstell you you gotnothin to worry aboutyou can still riskyour life simplytrying to grow up.
The sweeping
responsibilityof individual
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causesand effectsmay wobbleyour hammeroff the beam
nailthe far-fetched
throng of disparityonto the backsideof your overheatednoggin strainingto seem sharp.
Its very, very interesting, but somehowdulls my senses and even dawdles a bit . . .
all good and all, but still I am not satisfied,you might say.
Oh fuck it all anyway, you might say.I want to make love. Theres no reason it should bedifficult.Do I need the right person or will anyone do?
And if anyone will do thenwhy dont we just make love?And if I need just the right person,why cant I seem to notice her whenshes probably right under my nose?
You might say its really notyour problem. You might sayThis is not the kind of thingso-and- so would care about.This is not the end of the world,
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you might say, Whatdoes it matter whatso-and-so thinks.
You may try to figure it all outthis way you may lose your mind.And still, perhaps all youwant is a warm embrace,
one that, whateveryou end up feeling is well warm.
How long, then, should we wait?How long do we weepand whine and get stuck
in someone elses shoes?
How long do we keep tabs?When does that funny presentcome around and remind us of its nature?
For better or worse,the founders of philosophy
are all perverts, you say,everything worksaccording to planand everything shows offits own essence anyway.Just look at underlyingaffinities released or keptat bay all the live-long day.
How long can thisright here keep going on?
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How long can we pretendwhats happening isnot happening? How fardo we have to gountil we just give in and say,
My problem is,I want to do
everything all the time.Even if there aretwenty five hours in ita day is still justa day you cantdo more in a daythan you can doin a day.
I think Ill dig for clamswho think for themselves;its the easiest way.
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Seattle
The streets are crooked
and the trees stay green
all year sunny and raining
in the great Northwest.Sharp islands by the
hundreds rise ancient
ideas rest in icy
horizons tides wash
away castles made
of sand whales and seals
moan and bark green andwhite boats signal their
departure. Home at last.
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Crush
She seems bent to get her groove on,
but she knows her props wont last
that long when the shit hits the fan
and worst comes to worst.
Will it be that long?
She seems to squander her gumption, but really knows nothing of
fear or awkward advances that end up going nowhere. She cares a
lot but you cant tell. Thats my guess.
Who is she?
What does she really want? Is she looking at me?
Does she noticehow careless I can be when its raining
or how I cant stop tapping my foot
when shes around? Does she notice how my shoulders hunch up
even though all I want is to dance, breathe and kiss?
Who is she?
It looks like she just landed in a place where nobody knows her
name. It looks like she could use a bath. It looks like she might
blurt out profound mysteries forgetfully. It looks greener on the
other side of her eyes her face her skin her perspective her
quirky laugh her noble chin her prominent collar bone her pants
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her undies her ankles her lips . . . her lips curve to the left and hercrooked smile reveals the scar of character.
Will she remember me at all? Will she say hi when she gets
back from the bathroom? Will she get coke or pepsi? Whats her
sign her symbol, her incantation, her warning, her mark, her
emblem, her signature, her chant, her charm, her mantra,her
catchword, her motto, her song, her fascination, her magic, herthumbs up, her ass on my hand . . . you never know.
Who ever said that slip slidin away wasnt O.K. now and
then? Who ever said fairies didnt wear boots
on occasion? Who ever washed their hands in tears
and didnt even notice? Who does she want to catch in a
lie or dip in a barrel of fresh butter?
Dont tell a chicken its a goose, just hang back and look
both ways. Flip and bounce sugar. Bump
and fly. Go ahead, steal my soul, fall down and die.
Trust me baby, no ones gonna think twice about it.
Dive in and float, just dont cry if the audience
doesnt clap or jump up and
down in ecstasy when Im finished
imagining who you are and
what you smell like.
Who is she?
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Breaking up is fast and easy
I.
You should accuse me of having more thanone body? Tired sighs fly all the way honey and Ive got a ticket to the park.Wiped out birds and bees roast huge happy fun friend.Sifty fine green things bounce all aroundand you and me make bristles bunch.Bunny love sounds right if that damnedhush-puppy play turns out OK. So fine,we wont push it just so far, or give a puss-n-bootsto mix magic again beautiful or even carryour dumb-luck zithers anymore. It just turned outthat way wewept up and down, sticking our tongues out andflashinga patchof foolish grins.(Wordy stand-off rattles on and on however hard they try notto wonder if this could`a been a whole nother ball game.)
She says: So find riddle dribble, have to be saved.He says: Slip shine sunnyscience walk my way.
Great gasping falcons flip through my skin dear
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dream life rusty, been long enough. Once a helpinghobodares god to cry, thats it, I guess were done fornowlist the places we can hip kitty swish a bit. Say welisp and leer.Does that make lip less sweet?
Fine, then try tricky shaking tackedon a door love and let me know how it goes.
(Live mini-monkies walk on the walls and wheneverdead lilacs dont come around tonight sounds final. . . lights off . . . cue music)
We were saying how we wished little legends
might miss fancy phonies or piss on passingnaysayers.We were saying how unlike you it was to skipblue and green when this time you know well get itright.We said you left and took life with you. As if dusthad debts to settle; as if wayward glitches matter
once the storm hits.
Headline:flying fish quarrelswith crisp nipple after all is said and done well.
Okay?
II.
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She says: This voice is a body too you know.Treat it that wayfool.He says: Tried licorice license. Didnt get me in.
Ice blossom breaks fun whine way and thatbliss barn far enough big goofy child if you
do child if you dont humble bubbles sashaylikewise mushy babe.
Next time around lock the doorbehind you extra-special something
else lips avoid cool lining lush lounging
outside riff spoonin that way
and this bird whispering lax lullaby,freakish object resting on oddball mess
of unconventional notes drifting downriverlifts burly girls skyward
shouting out loud their lust and all
the rest.
(Both hurry airborne now fighting fits and rusty bucketsgod Im hungry enough for the moment jiffy split backslide a while and theyre off . . . )
Gospel mutation loves fatty acids, says thescientist smiling.
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Change sings its own tunes, frowns theclown, chance has it after all.
More and more they come to find littered lotsemptied of flittering spooks diving to and fro. Sinceinsides only tag along, taking a break and guessing
are
not good enough for knowing the beginning of onetwo threefor joshing about piddly sticks and pick up lovers
neither thusnor then sweetie finally function follows form
and sleepygiving is likely. Is it fine to say We tried so hard
withoutwailing out loud over time ? Is it all good?
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Just Because
I.
Just because its on my mind doesnt mean
I have to unearth giants blind trying
to present myself for the time being
true and real eloquent green feels
inventions waking up passing out
windows and eyes looking through has-been
postures holding back huge massive visions
yearning to let go of oversized stuffed
animals jotting down epigrams speechless
something for nothing composing quips
ditties and odes like sweet nourishing hush
make improbable vows easy to hear.
II.
Just because it occurs to me doesnt mean
I have to say it out loud washing away
other stories murmuring alternative
explanations reeking of genuine
enigmas barely bound in obstinate
hieroglyphics leave puddles of telling
quiet enables omens foreseeing
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sweeping cycles soothing those who take noteof obscure outpost gathering fugitive
silence wise to hilltop historians
speaking thoughtlessly of lost worlds encased
in dead books bartered for piercing insight.
III.
Just because I think doesnt mean I have
what I want to get across is one
iota of spot on wisdom amassing
evidence of stillness nurturing
energy undetected precisenotion summed up for the ages
to consider starting over this
enterprising waste turning out to be
misery incomprehensible
hungry humans to wipe the slate clean
mop up corrupt arrangement
self-destruction last on the list.
IV.
Just because its funny doesnt mean
I have to laugh out loud careening
across details unseen by run of the mill
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scenarios setting up humdrumexchanges weird character for spent
routine swapping mere treasure
for flickering comedy only just
detected catastrophe on the
horizon lifts me out of the course
of events mirroring ordinary
universes turn raw experience
into rare collective momentum.
V.
Just because I ride a bike doesnt meanI am balanced on the edge of a cliff
waiting for girlfriends to complete me is a
nice unnecessary convenience wishing
for excess of gratuitous lust is my
charm doomed for contentment lured
out of hiding comes tongue-tied shy boy
displaying his scratches wearing faces
unrecognized but easily accepted as
polite demons smiling the day away
outfitted in the paradox of breakfast
eaten and utterly honest always.
VI.
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Just because we get dressed doesnt mean
morning is broken bread in the making
rising earlier and earlier
to taste distant intelligence given
complete license to drive rhyme home at last
intervals off the hook resonate
and the slightest profession of lame
deceit fools no one daring juicy
elation quenching unprecedented
craving dynamic multitude
restoring reasons unimpaired and stillfiguring out a way just to be myself.
Teighe Janic