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| 'Gloria Swanson' by Edward Steichen © 1924, Gelatin silver print |
Pan disappeared supposedly
bar-tending at a goat owned
burlesque club, one Friday evening
sometime last year
late in the Spring
"...he was last seen
watching trees
at the edge
of the back lot
turning into pinwheels
because of René
Descartes..."
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the radio voice
goes off on a rant
i am driving my soul tonight
reckless pop reach for a mixed tape
i have been
back from Europe
six months since
81 yellow corolla
hatchback 5 speed
wonderful bucket seat
options i got
being clever and needy
space magic man
about the climb
and fall
mechanical
i devise
devices not to feel myself
folding one moment
into the next
i've curdled more than milk
thin this way...
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here is an, I am poem
finger tapping
racing gears
hugging lazy curves
of country roads
hearing the cure
close to me
the sugar cubes too
all while high on lsd
I imagined performing
the perforated paper
church organ hand forge
the dark hymnal
snow cone and reason
liquid glass pouring(s)the perforated paper
church organ hand forge
the dark hymnal
snow cone and reason
dipped in Owsley's own
eternity and bag of tricks
stardust satyrical solvent seas
sifting beliefs as directions
from drift currents
in things we think we see
when tuned into
the between(s)
off load into sad
rolling s-tone-d
transient go verb a path E
see express blood hump
ten dons cart the ledge
compost pleas dug a gain
bloom thirst necessary sacred
vein an emotional rescue
need has
having to get away
make everything
whole again
and usually has weather
demand extraordinary
accomplished mad foaming lid insurances...
boil boil toil troubles hid provisions
bubbles bottom lines
giving a shit
for both rain
and ritual spit
y
i cannot wear watches
or wallets well
because
of
field stupid dissonance
though my hearing
is wide spectrum dirty
i am wash selective
and probably selfish
for life
i like freshwater shell fish
or least briny souls
who can tolerate
say they love me
from time to time
i ask almost every her
is having me
a done nothing
but run away
from the death
of your soul again
i see the here
we are at the end
of things look
in your eyes
usually
at the beginning
but pretend
not to notice
until now
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I knew sounds
horses drawn
over cobblestone
after midnight
carriage red light
all business
what night inherits
tending of...
shadow craft arrangements
strangely familiar
lights flickered derange
meant minted(s) means
morph noted rote-less dawn
remains were read aloud
and having this to say:
"...poem,
you are dressed in maybe
flowers and Spring
remembering
what might
have been
vaguely...
...are you have you ever been
part unraveling
part story telling
in courtly regaled
danced and things
meant for your keep
stored side boards
blind scented to sleep
here kitty
chews bolus man
gum on one bedpost
hitch cane nine
plain elves
with shoes
for one another..."
EJR ©
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