Sunday, June 10, 2018

wishy washy fascism (2003)


Thrice the wind brought a sting with the song
As meals were fast eaten & the coinless were beaten
Under the gables of the tavern
All the fables of the brethren
Tacked like oiled leatherns 
The gutters ran rampant
With souls clutching mugs,
Cheers such bothered the hue of church 
Attempting love's blues
Food borne of heart was free as their swords,
Kisses dealt grace to memoried figments 
Of pigments that ran from The Zoo

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Planet X kinda cool, planet G
Hella Nada, and space ships don't kill universes
Universes kill unikorns transpliced 
With sequin techknow ledges

(You may be My Sunshine
But you accordingly expose me to
Deadly radio waves
So fuck off#%-@$ !!!

*******

Versus ran a good race 
As Rather came in
A close first, Squander held taut
The reins at the end of the Global Dock
The chipper ate Would no duh
As Space served its own cover crop

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Vamping does the trick
The slickity shit schticht
As USA's stance was a primordial prance
Performed at the country trance
Did I mansion yet
All the dicks were bobbed, 
Their domes scrapped to sell as
Control knobs soon responsible 
4 dusty farts borne of french typhoons
(Toads happy in their slime
Prefer undisturbed to remain, skunky.

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River was full of water of a liquid sort
It pushed a smell of grownup creek
Moved out of the house in a huff
As a spring sundrop fell 
healing slender declensions
Rendering you, my love, to my love
As your water to rivers
       is always becoming
Built out of travel
Making a path of inscription reflections O
Time under bridges  O branches

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In retreat, sloth fumbled over the glass strewn parking lot, past a hobbled spotted owl, who'd been poisoned by a Greenpeace colored rat,as our tree sitter falls 90 feet across the border to steal a return ticket to terrorville, diplomat made an unwelcome mat for billionaire feet used to wipe politico cats, the helmless family parked the home mess economy in a vast city park, under tarped dreams, by palletboard cradles and schools

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We have one mandate,
To love, don't go wrong. If you
Swerve, fists relent. Strong goes limp
& sues, thereafter. Your mandate
Is newclear, so go fuck rusty logs
With timber salesmen,
It doesn't reckon to their
Business prospects.
They exceed review
And twit twit twit with satan signs.
Second world conditions, fresh 
Incisions calculate, then strafe
With sanctions. You
Are a suit stretched over a million
Botched or broken souls.

What a proud price
z USAUSA grade A commands!



2003 the dalles, pregon








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