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Literature
from Recipe for Sleep
once to stand
but not to lie
the ocean's breath was torn
by the burst of tracks,
struck the future from it's back,
threw our balance from the fence to the dogs,
teeth cut threw the fog,
and threw us further into the storm,
we were sadened to be,
making profit of the land once free
slipped between the
the not to lie
crushed by the family's spoon
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Literature
THE HOMELESS SERIES
(TRICK BACK TACTICS OF) THE HOMLESS SERIES
and all the dreamers have gone to sleep
while all the peasants make me weak
why must the sirens blow smoke through the trees?
boy, i had it out for you.
memories do hide from the air sometimes
dont ask me to try to tip over my lid,
dont you pry
(and all the poets are lost in the dream
while all the old hats float away with the breeze
and what you desire is not what it seems
a longing for pleasure can never be)
dried to the mold again
a long time ago again
give thanks for the drink
bestowed on a laden friend
it brings back that feeling of
combing uneven bricks for some hope
deemed hope, less we try
the essence of the efforts bleeds a ripe
crumbling ripe, flailing tie
between the ancient knowings
of the fate we'll find
we bring back the colours of our caspian friends
trick back tactics of the homeless series
once beaten spade driven crips
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Literature
THE MANY TAKES brainlessman
THE MANY TAKES (from the brainless man)
feathered progress
cut short at the heels
the many takes
the many takes
to perfect the real
now rescued warrior
cloaks his loss
with many takes
many takes
god made us all a part
of a weak grass of webbing
just to end his start
will the holy ghost's children?
over take
the rock he could not lift.
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Literature
THE WOMAN WHO DRIES YOU OUT
THE WOMAN WHO DRIES YOU OUT
composed of vapor
the woman who dries you out
has wrapped her finger
tightly round the trigger
strapped to the form
stuck in your brow
(serenely shatters
mock and vigur found here)
then time was stranded
in the presence
of a girl in a white corn gown
who slowly pulls him in
'till she hears the pin click
in his right
up his neck
for a sleeping will to live
stork in her flight
she takes them
to a hell raised long ago
where the ancient spent his life
to set the dagger right
through the spiral carved in stone
and even if he wont take part
to feed and feel alive
we'll self destruct
our holes plugged up
map back the parasites, at large
drag yourself a new terrain unless departed
drag yourself clean
she motivates the lapidary movement
forces, fictional philosophy
in pounds of lesser size
the one that heeds you
is calm preceding the white dry eyes
of the child that needs you
and if he wont take part
for his fists are cranking
out often weak chalk lines
mistakes fuel
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Literature
A WIND WORTH FORTY CENTS
A WIND WORTH FORTY CENTS
i still believe there're results to be seen by the blush upon us.
i picture white planes coating the earth, black figures stood upon thee.
patience please, it's an interesting dream.
laid on the plane,
black flags without name,
a wind worth forty cents,
earth bathed in innocence.
then a figure so complete,
as if crossing his feet,
trips over flags,
from all corners of earth,
black figures swarm,
circle the man,
so incomplete.
he laid on the plane,
cried without name,
they laughed at as if dead,
and his face turned a fire red,
where to find?
where to find?
he has remained to be seen,
he has remained to be heard,
where to find?
where to find?
he has remained to be seen,
he has remained to be free.
in circles,
we're spinning,
the figures are pointing,
in circles,
keep spinning,
the red begs for sympathy.
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