the words that have been counted

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with consequences rising
like fireflies dying
and measles dropping lead
percussion sounds rising from the basement
and movies being made that are fiction
    with character scripts that are animals

there was hand clapping from the ground
from the studio
from the advancers
    who are hired to filter garbage
from hopefuls
  to tear at sad violins
  to tear at captivating moments
  to laugh when the audience needs to
know the recovery has begun
so we can root for the characters we’ve befriended

as writers entered through gates
re-joining their teams struck
with dumb ideas about oversized
items we see everyday and monguls
of bacteria and disease and mysterious
secrets surrounding gun-firing measles




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toast boat 01

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The boat had to go somewhere
if it didn’t it would still be sitting here

its’ getting lost is unexpected
you would expect a trip to a place
and then a trip back

or a trip to a place and a new time
where delighted people would join in time like years later

but when the boat left the dock no one was disappointed
so don’t be disappointed today
the boat must be somewhere




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the field that had been plowed

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I saw a field
the field had been plowed
such that
there were rows of dirt
and
the field
was dirt in a formation of long rows
because it was just plowed
the field was dirt
a cat was
walking across the field
as I was driving by the rows
with the cat walking across the dirt rows

I saw a field
the field was dirt
the field had been plowed
such that

there were rows of dirt
long formation rows
dirt expansive rows extensive

across the field long long all the way to the edge of the light
as I was driving by
a cat was walking his way on the dirt
the field that had been plowed




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walking through the trembling station

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walking through the trembling station
was a real exciting afternoon

four times projects were began
but never finished
    every challenge a real diversion

in murmur tones I heard
    over and over again
people taking the low road in some position
that they would not take as their own

and coy tactics were being put into play
as foes laid blame on their friends
as they were attacked in opinionated exchanges
with bus drivers and hot dog vendors

and I would speak to various people
I would ask them about the lord
and tell them about the pie
and some would tremble at the thought of letting go
and others would take heart at the security

but it was happy songs we sang
“Oh We’re taking the bus to the end”




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the unequivocal baby

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the newborn baby stood to the
doorway, surprising me while
I washed up the kitchen and not expecting
a newborn baby to stand on its own

but I tried to explain to the little thing
that the best way to solve the disputes
between rival green hue’d teams
was through rigorous violence

the child stood continuously at the
doorway, grabbling at my garb and
holding me to the kitchen space,
blocking me and refusing my answer




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ate, eat, will eat

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overjoyed with the new round of sanctions
the captivating one
laid flowers on the ground at his own feet
to jam in the bellies of soft people
  control not matters
  whiskey spilling fine
  fabric sewing fabric
  stories writing stories

roots, fruits, torrentious fruits
she ate them she ate them she eats them she eats them
she will she will
she used to ride a horse but now she drinks whiskey

their bellies !     : run over them with
                              light-weighted objects
and see the soft people stretch
their heads left and then stretch them right
looking looking looking




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I dont know nothing about the inadequacies of carpet

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living room floor is
Hardwood

Beside the living room
a guest room with beautiful wood floor.

… a kitchenette’s hardwood ? … shiny ? …
Its a floor and it is cold.

The kitchen is arranged with counters, obviously,  and
Hardwood
    floors are scratched by anything;

What about the bedroom …
Cold hole full of echoing us, bare Floors

our bedroom leads out into the
Bare waxed hardwood
Hallway that reminds me of getting in trouble as a child;

like

when I’m in a tent vestibule during a hike with the indians from far North and pay no mind to the spirits of our dinner, Or when as a teenager I got foodstuffs from the walk-in refrigerator such as pepperoni/feta cheese/homemade sauce and didn’t rotate the foodstuffs, Or when new persons from a cold chicago street enter into a warm area through a slowly closing door, Or when that time with the high-hallucinatory fever I endured that god-awful hollowed sensory that skewed perspective and went to no where, Or when that time when I watched the Wizard of Oz

and they entered Oz’s castle and the hallway was long, dead, bleak, Or when a professor shams an experiment by not putting cheese at the end of the maze and the mice just reflect in to brittle walls forever, or you get it, right? … think about
your dog running around to be happy, but her feet
keep slipping out from under her as her paws fail to grip firm against the polished floor bare hardwood not meant for digging in, Or moving the couch and gouge!, Or listening to the unpleasant sound of your stereo since the tweeters just never stop pitching against the hardwood surface, Or inviting some buddies over and having to put up with the sound of boot heels thomping when they go to take a piss, Or …

Carpet is much better
How it solves all of these problems




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