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When I invented the last bit of writing I established a waiting line. I sent about three into ten, existing within a structure full of doubt and capers. The recoil was only half tremendous, or maybe three quarters, mordantly scuzzy, whipped by the arrival to the party. it was exhausting but not exhaustive to relate how the terms were sent to the other end of the room, to make clear that the room had ends. the writing, this writing that I invented, then became more ongoing than ever before, for there was room in which to bring it forward. Forward, I discovered, altho weary of way, was the way to go. The writing went with slink, wriggle, push, hop and other forms of locomotion. It denied certain trumps yet accepted certain others. So this last bit of writing had plenty. And the reps who teamed, they got on the street. It all came about in a bunch of time, as much as I could make. Then degrees were set.

wit eye bow

watching wonderland sky burn
throw my hands over
your tiny little
ears don’t match they
have to go white strip too

end up with just another stacy
the greatest thing ever
organized in the history
of the world probably wonder

wonderful drunk and handsome
lead to boiled down poop or
controlled falling in the can

love from bury me in your
hands my only chance
out in the head motor skills
the whole deal is guiding

wondering what we are
without these name and
finger into that
maw soothe me wit

eye bow before your temple
of drool to save ourselves
getting shit behind our
ear the mystery
the lighter eye

You're Not Alone

It's been a long and lonely walk you've been on...

Come in from the cold and warm your aching bones
Let me share with you my gentle refuge of incense and tea.
I hear your despair, desolate heartache and disappointment with life
And your hurt rings with the stark truth of a gritty old blues tune played on an beat up six string guitar
Does it ease your suffering to know that I feel your pain and accept you completely?
When I look into your solemn eyes, I know that your hurt is no different than mine,
Backpacks full of marred childhoods, poor choices and sour lovers - so compressed that we think they've become part of us
The shame and self-disappointment becomes hidden away, like subtle quartz veins tucked within the bedrock
Know that I'm here if you want to dig, bringing light to bear on your woes
Fear no judgment here, for above all, I honour your courage, your earnestness and especially your trust in me
If you need it, please accept my soulful embrace
It won't heal your wounds but perhaps it may relieve the sting.
At the very least, it will affirm your absolute worthiness of love and compassion and leave you knowing that you are not alone.

vaseandbras

with then

with a bat fantastic
uncle utterly body boinked
you should even check it out
because it will disturb you greatly

group properly
playing slave boss
talks his employee into
raincheck alert your highness

target a get together
for strawberry
we told you about it last week

and see what it did
be bigger press release

backseat of meaty car
involved in zero
hidden no visit needed or
prior over collared
drunk dad makes it
private investment

boca enhanced
odds in drilling
to drill that can
be drilled with a
very high vegas
cubs suck

but our inventory stocks
all the top shoves
a bat then

hyherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr||thE Sweet Cheat

Shit happens said Popeye eying the girl's arse, but some are virgins before birth some after some always but what is a virgin__ yer lover's body escaped you _
Hard On Luxe yer Lips
even from Far and Far





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over teaphosphateschewinggum
hernamewasboundbooksbylips
flipthingshurryingherrange
specialtonightshewas errant self
verbsomehichwirhksahzrzrzra zra
clusterfeltitsaches on her skin
tatoototatoo someescapeefrom theprison
captive
she was too beautiful
for me to talk so I
dadada dadadada

she was ....

she was Venus slaughtering

madness for office workers

isolated madness
writes words
forcing out beauty
for office workers
travelling on trains.

i wonder if they could visualised past the fantasy of novella
and saw the writer sitting in poverty of old dressing gown.

of course the publishers would not put a picture of me on the back cover
or inner leaf
of writer sitting on verandah in pyjamas at 5am with cigarette hanging out of mouth...
no my hair with be preened looking quite etheric - even if valium need be taken-
and i will be smiling - only ever so slightly with a top that slightly shows my curvey breasts
and my history will be amended so i sound eccentric - a tolerable eccentric!

chapel of the planets

Luna - the Chapel of the Planets. Oil.
"Eden's Renaissance" Rose Lind

(inspired by Agostino Di Duccio, Luna, Chapel of the Planets Malatestiato 1451-3)











Luna-

your face without vanity
holds youthfulness
in this tied sacrifice of my mind.

where the ocean pushes to consciousness of heavens

the two horses unite to bringing chariot with key.

And soon the viridian sea of tears and pain
who ripped out my flesh
will become Black Madonna.

o to know the poets life is a untimate warning!
to know the hell of personal chimeras
tearing at the mind in night's sleep
reminds most to remain conservative in actions.

yet it is the poet who finds peace
after the terror
and kindly places words and pictures over the blackness.

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