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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tremendous roaring aquifer

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in the valley above the fine destitute hills was a tremendous roaring aquifer delivering the juice




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Dirty Bugs Summer Tour, the

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“take a look Donny! looK ! take a look for yourself, you’ll see what I’ve been sayin … look”

So Donny opened up the Summer Guide to Happenins Around Town , but it wasn’t there. Donny’s a good guy – he didn’t want to make Ralph feel bad …


… later that day
“Donny!!! WHAT the are you doing!?!??!??!,” asked Ralph.

Donny had destroyed all of the equipment of Ralph’s rock band, and then said: “I guess it doesn’t matter about the Dirty Bugs Summer Tour, now, does it Ralph?”




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grey rain is sad

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ladies are stopping the trains by
    lifting up their voices as high
        as ever would they their skirts

we begged to talk ‘em out of it though, sittin
on the fence lined up

me and the boys would whistle
and say show us your lace hon

it would grey-rain a lot.

and we grew dry at the lips
    died
        oldly

    when
whoever could peddle
fastest
through the woods
was gonna win




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no time for paintin

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holiday lake boat sailing
for five days kids first trip
small wake gently splashing side
– kids: don’t get too close though ok

dad plan: loves his old boat: new
paint be great
will be awesome games checkers
cards singing going to bed when
the sun goes down

HHHere it comes dark chapter
clouds stop sunshine wind carries
wake higher heavier slapping slamming
boat rocks-bobs father concerns

forget painting bad timing scoop!
painting the boat and tasks for slow times
    no be they strand him for certainty

but scoop water
    scoop water
        children too




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