Ceantar Coisithe

highway to hell
sentenced to
pedestrianised

Switched at birth?

the machine correction re ... ..

  

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the machine is always correcting you the interior super ego town cop of the village the global director of grammar and rules,

rules, regulatiing the traffic of your speech word you it ought to be shaped in the little town commerce e machine is always correcting you

And rules, regulatiing the traffic of your speech word you it ought to 
be shaped in the little town commerce e machine is always correcting you
 the interior super ego mouth shape opening the flock twisting the lamar
 o                   f word, these which to tell you to command, the word as town cop of 
the village the global director of                                   grammar. Global director of grammar. 

the interior super ego mouth shape opening the flock twisting the lamar of word, these which to tell you to command, the word as town cop of the village the global director of grammar. Global director of grammar


regulatiing the traffic of your speech word you mouth shape opening the flock  twisting the lamar of word,

         these which to tell

you to command, the word

           as it ought to be shaped in the little town

                  commerce as speech,



Mona remands the buckle word, especially here in East Van!













taking the brim took the broom: re 'You have ... ..: C.D. this aint finished/ got more to do on this        C.P. that's fine we wont publish it yet       Needs lottsa  lots a work    ...



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staring

Stare to me stare 

To me over the clouds 

This isn’t weather anymore.

I don’t know
anything about staring.

I don’t know
anything about looking.

I don’t look any
more than you do.

I don’t want any
more than you look.

Look out the
window. Stare out at something.

I don’t know
anything about Staring.

Staring doesn’t
know anything about me.

But who I am is
about the same as anything

You could say, in
English, about Staring.

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The Wordman 

'You have ... ..

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 You were always a  telephone booth ,
  

You were always asleuth now is your chance glow 

in the dark the fist and fraudulent capers undo day upbeats

give nothing what's taken back-to-back sans gift sans home or purse

  pruning the tree hurting the bumble bee your love is merit Metis to the forest

       nutshells scraped smooth with weeds unbearable frosts fleas fleas the 

           Canadian land roughed out by barrier grit and grief a girl snow melting ice caps

           tundras an fox detours of guilbeault farrier portage next the porter's will

                    this combine light lays out the moon's critical poise its reference
                                  above and below

                                   never marking anything less than sorrow

           you pick out the scent sort out the clues it's all motive, money money typewriters

              real estate swimming pools movie star moguls holding out for more till the ass gleaming golden spice this is the view the point being you

                          Detective love are sharing the loot and the cops aren't

                              that makes you a hard guy full of love

                                     not a fall guy filled with fear

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Caps the are tree to the fall out full real less not porter's the the money what's more sans the telephone is ass purse the love poise merit Metis always love that moon's moguls a bumble spice marking scraped and your pools you aren't 


You reference for guy anything and typewriters now the loot a point sans view the nutshells makes of its were hard or light nothing guy girl fraudulent snow detours the clues you undo above till the unbearable fleas home always fleas hurting holding the give back tundras this farrier estate pick were 


taken being next combine of gift fear sharing the portage chance you frosts booth with the sorrow is than an forest below cops bee ice love fist day You roughed with lays money out a melting movie capers this grief is fox a all out grit motive smooth the swimming by will barrier dark star critical in 


gleaming Canadian pruning out glow to upbeats the back and golden and scent land out. Scent land out

dear_______________________________( ______________...

out of the blue like: _______________________________( ______________...

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aSide from

aside from tht post abvout Miram waddington i've arrested Canadian poetry on it s potty funny spotty thing it is not tist but what tho thinkest fool !

say foool?

 saith fool!


 what voice which is greate without us! without  us the US border order/ ordure

   cant bang wings
        so touch wings
           match big things
        work your heart then steel your nerves but no ones got 'steel' nerves you might have stellar ones,
     but o.e.d. baby nobodby but nobody has steel nerves, it's a contradiction in terms




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