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From: I/Thou ext. close up.
Because I love you and life
as it so appears
we all shall join hands and wish so fervently
a cure to all ills
of our own poverties, of time, money or madness
Because I love you and loathe life
I will enter the progressive stream
the sweetest wishes and embraces
of an iron maiden snapped shut
acupuncture needles ever surrounding me
because you love me, and life
Added by AutoPirate on March 24, 2012 at 8:30 — No Comments
Sound to reed,
waves through a wonder of chiaroscuro
in a mangrove a musician goes duckhunting
specious to the angry mallard
foot aspurred and a violent fuck
on closing in to an open throat of night security
do you have my number? the oboist shuffles
through their oh so kitschy rolodex
"where was their name again
Al, Alex, Alan, Allan, Alen, Alen, Alen, and Allen"
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Charles Mingus hermetic,
collective Mingus and many collectives of Mingii
3-d planar tesselation
by customs, allow many shapes to inhabit
the only thing pure in this world is now under doubt,
by ontomathematics, where do they stand?
quick, Where's Nature?
Permutations nods about some wandering habit
us, the rule of three, the gang of four, we have the One, to land on the two and
the filthy fives. Hunt…
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Brother, Brother and Brother
Brethren, please stand for
The name of the rose was
and a whole lot of shaking, shushing and STFUing
And who is to say you have no apetite for distraction,
and do not we
at some time wish to be herb to
mortar and pestle
to the mixmaster blender
for an easy pesto, ay?
Black and Gold label pasta, staple of champions
Hark, what lite through yonder Windows break,
It is the East, and her name is Juliet Capulet,
HTML! the rhyme, in what'sinhername!
Romeo, oh why was thy file not found,
escapeth the family confines,
of your well-to-do patrician Montagues,
O, heaviness, man, in linux,
and linux in heaviness,
Tybalt, prints off Macs, default is yours!
No, sire, you shall walk next to the wall
as I have right of way upon the bold hand…
Added by AutoPirate on March 14, 2012 at 19:56 — No Comments