March 27, 2014

five poems

all kings and battles and migrations the fearsome flu
           what a fucking legacy, don't squander it on just
              self-destruction, what is here and now
      I'd get into it, the second episode.

It was the pilot.
It was in the Beginning
find one that works, a drip
         in space sink
         time, ticks
sounds taxing in the corner of the
       ceiling.


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The Rose of Furniture Cats In a
      Glow of snowballs
      raging for perhaps
         billions of years
        some grave figure fosters
           awaiting exploration.

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He was as drunk as his legs.
Anyhow she answered.
watch out !
he'll sting you


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I got a queer hunch about that girl.
Chinese court astronomers executed
    for making inaccurate predictions.


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in my longing I pretended to find satisfaction
why change, hold two newspapers, suppose
you're also vague
also in disagreement
a riding, writing accident to my twin
how could we have such profoundly different fates
the rising of teeth and alien influence
came a lot closer than I was comfy wif.


               

                                                            the trivial waves of pseudo
                                              science      our planet is
                                  under   the influence

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