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so, jesus and i go out to dinner,
and everyone keeps nailing themselves to things.
kinda trying to impress him, ya know?
like even the waiters and my friends even.
i was so embarassed for us all.
there i was once, (point on a circle)
there once was a lion who loved all the christians,
and, there once was a man who put down the brick, and, there once...
my life inside the walls. flatout, flatout, mousehole jesus,
flatout, flatout, flatout, flatout, flatout...
tabletop irregularity, all kinds of wonderful world, flat,
bludgeoned by the street lamp lit universe
and what were those things called?
plugin, organism, modern retro-organism,
lover, boasting no penis here, mask the size of i refuse...
i forgot, full, oh, i refuse,
me into hemingway or masked man of shallow answers.
feeble maydays evenout, i will not.
broken metacarples talk me through the jig.
must write, must write, release the shape of boulder.
better still, better yet, strength that of one woman chaste,
and muted solid, coughing up the gravity
which poisoned the tip of my nose
and left me lost outside with lightning in my hair
and blood outside my skin.
it's me again, in order, and, and,
a tangle of home spun heart strings.
it's terrible to shrink.
it's saving my papery skull and the piece of shit inside it.
goosebumps to shroud amusement in moi,
sucking up the seven seas and recreating.
i've all the ponies, kittens, baby sisters i could ever blow a kiss at,
better still, better yet, fahrenheit.
no, not quite, bedtime story stabs my scary woods.
goodmorning, "i was crouching into a smaller place that night."
"had a little talk with jesus, here's what he had to say."
king of spiderplants, man-made out of fire ants,
every woman's fingernail polish,
every man's heart-felt apology to their fathers so a son may speak its piece.
i'm crying again, so be it globetangled,
no more reduction in this harbor.
let the docks soak and steer the bay throughout my escape from earth.
my last day standing, globe meet fire in a packet.
watch your father, watch your father...watch your father float,
are we sick? watch your father eat the foot hills, are we aloud?
watch daddy sing...and be patient by pretty flower of your choice,
you pick, the hand cramps and stem drops.
ahem, pardon me, hell hatch me out of this tree.
why can't i swim for three years straight, and the objects redefine..
a "welcome home sailor," for me.
remember, no one is insane,
they've just been left alone at the fixin's bar
in the tool box for too, too long.
i'll be no one's white man. shape me, i'm human.
beautiful, beautiful baby, pouring out of my sockets.
soul searching in the thicket,
in the outhouse, in the sky, in the parkbench, in the huge fucking pill bottle.
i've found god, and lost him yet again in the gathering crowd.
handshake unknown is blankets, electricity...pushed into the vat.
animal magnetism. glub, glub, "leaves of three, let them be."
i am no one's awning, no doubt.
before my booklike and brown paperbag me, emptiness for president.
log into my eyes, sir, miss.
there is one more person i want you to meet. aliensoup.
go ahead, line the goddamned thing with newspaper.
pour out me some pellets, and bottle my water,
but sanitize this poet's head, and panic at the bite marks.
thorns or petals, tongue or teeth,
carved out of moisture, and the finest choice in all the kingdom.
cocktail salad. zeus and i share...me and people...that don't exist.
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