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I would fly drones with hydrochloric acid sprays/
over their squadrons and watch the disfigurement/
begin. I love disfigurement...
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2192112
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7334
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About the only problem with going to these tiny little places
is that after we are finished laughing our asses off,
we have to Scotch-tape them back on all the time.
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9901510
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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81033
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Woman bites into pearl,
finds baby oyster.
Woman bites baby oyster,
finds baby pearl.
Woman blows on baby pearl,
it begins to grow.
Woman gets excited.
Now we’re getting somewhere,
she says.
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924158
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It is imperfect,/
eroded by the optics//
of light, space/
and orbital mechanics.
|
105442
|
|
1037128
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We suffer//
the one agony only- of having no longer/
any physical effect nor way to speak/
of what we watch to those we watch.
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91143
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When you finally arrive,
when you are bounced from Bingo
for calling out too many false Bingos,
may the mothers be there
to lift the children
off your soul.
May you see the fiery red word Psychic
above the doorway
underneath the green
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1182149
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I assemble myself daily//
from the ready-mades/
of a fast talking world,
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500
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Saturated genius,/
imperfect fluidity.
|
127498
|
When the storm broke, my late aunt's dog
fetched five favourite bones from his corner, and arranged a crude protective circle.
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1671510
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Often I wonder if dreams aren't reality
|
98576
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One/
can’t always trust the eye and ear//
in such matters but what can one do?/
Mistakes will be made.
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600
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I am the Poet Laureate of my bedroom
I am the Poet Laureate of 6065 Chabot Road, Jokeland
I am the Poet Laureate of the Loser Café
I have wind in my shoes if not my hair
I am the Poet Laureate of Karmic Impulses
I am the Poet Laureate of ta
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