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Tuesday, November 14, 2017
starry eyed (1991)
starry eyed
mimosa, obscure reference flower,
fresh sea of air near trippers dissipated
gassed at berkley, felt straddled by world architecture,
could dream past el trio destructo-harmonico,
patch phases, perch watermazes, spin putrid gazes,
disavow light howls, hold the wrists of deaf parakeets.
one day the chalk screetches Odysseus.
benign the fate of dim illuminati
better eschew pasta the melting plate
fork the plumcloud, spaz a pagan strum, know
your sister was bent on a sound
straight hammering kansas, drape paper on intent,
chase ponds if ducks seem float bemused
sport be numb, a craze planting a trace
what once was carved-n-chaste
curled into stuffs oxidized from pride
we hack people circuits, an ax to the thorax of hypocrisy
blown purple hearts foretell a future
spent sans dough----------teeth rot the rent, not
to understand but to delight
the Eye soars
post aprophidisiac under good water tuned to match
artemis or diana or a mimosa if it had entrails,
not dental floss for neanderthals
with fennel seed flavored gum on the boots,
infidel waits to shine the burned sidewalk shoe
in a trance uttered to a flag
in classroom's morningchild miracle genius
i swore allegiance mine sweet land
of poverty poetry rhyme,
meme most of my mesa
1991 San Fran, Ca
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