URT leet

ard narndtnit nart tol set
art nar capacity to turn out
a hit song for the summer
nort jzuln forl urt leet
raelt raelt lyeTseet seedt night
live in the round with orlrov,
liv roven tu a-eet lyeTseet, urt det?

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the indians are a part of the problem, true

the indians were outside the fort
there were 100′s of millions of them
they brought their catapults
and batterers to push down
our walls so they could enter
and maim

I told my wife
   get the big gun
she was bitter that I had told her what to do
she told her friends that I was abusive
she was angry that I didn’t give her
   a chance to decide on her own

it’s not sad that we died
it’s sad that we died beside one another

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not my barn, leave me alone

it’s been a while
since the old days got dogged by death
 guitar strings flappin the car door
leavin scratches at a 120 miles ph

“fast,” you yelled, “round the curve!”
girls hair kickin their clasps, ponytails spraying
 doom doom doom doom doom
it’s been a while since we rubbered the wheels unto the curb
hitting barns and chickens in the field

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I had an under garment

Because of time
I went ahead and got rid of that old pair of underwear

they had been around for awhile
    bought some years back

they had had holes in the threads
even back before more than a year  but now
it was actually tuff to work them up
- they’d rip just a little bit if I’s
   not slow and easy pullin

It’s not to be so much a surprise
about how long I’d had them
    sometimes it’s just hard to get
    around to gettin those kinds of
    things Now
it’s time to go on and put them
in the garbage bin

I’m not sure about tomorrow though
not sure what I’ll do
hopefully I’ll get around to gettin another
pair sometime pretty soon

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tv antenna

it looks a bit better in real life

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the floating car

sirens                         sirens     sirens                   sirens

ns     sirens                                  sirens     sirens sirens

sirens                sirens                sirens                 sire

“….OVER there…”            ”…yeah – Oh-kay    Hurry…”     “wait, is he – hey? – is he…”

“… -ppened so quick …”   “ōōhhh CErtainly they’re on their way now…”

“… THEY’RE On the wayyy…”            ”…itWAS – real quick …”

“… yeah , they’re on their way.” “… happened so quick; i’m not sure > that man” “…blanket!…”

“… -omeone’s ggoooNNNnnne too get it…”                    ”…is he okay…”

“yeah, sir – he just, he jus-t went across the hood of My car and then he kept goin’ on – very fast, full speed … yeah …” “… the car just came out from nowhere … it all happened very fast, yes…”

“… -ppened so quick- threw him up into the air…” “… nothing he could do…”

“… nothing he could do…” “…saw the car…” “…eh – yeah, who saw – yeah, hey – YO, heyyy…” “…” “hey, yes – the car was floatin’ right up in the air there- he was looking straight ahead though, never saw it up above, and the car dropped down RIght in front of him; nothing he could do… nah – nuthin’; yeah he hit the car with full speed; he got thrown up and his head caught that street sign up there… his feet got slung around … … his poor head came back around along behind his feet and just got nailed by that car with the busted windshield and blood.”

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have seat

if yyou weree runninn around witthout nno place to go, I mean,

don’t liiie … what wwould a fool do??

sit on tthe couch yeah all right you come up wwith,

bbut that aint truue no no and I set youu straighht.. here’s why:

there is not a couch in this room

there is not a couch in that room

there is not a couch in aaany room

so don’t appproach the crowwd and the worlld that can L -

isten while believing and while trusting a half-felleened proverb

of ‘patience young friend, patience’

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the words of corn

the words of corn are not oft wise

But there are

days   deep beneath the sun

kalamazoo is a friend of mine

where girls dance for new

boots and hOpe of romance, knee high

and suede, because leather

wears out and loses its shine

“uuh tango … tango hunny: get me

the flyswatter would you, and be a deer.?”

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melons and toast

I got computer monitors on top of the trash dump sittin out back; just lift them up and set them down yonder and you can have access to all the leftover material in the dumpster; you’ll see the things you like: broken futures, purple burgundy, blue-dead red time;

pause

Oh I don’t know what you say about electronics; my job is that of a seller; I don’t inter-mediate with opinions, flagrant notions, or jam and butter encouragement;

but, all that said, get what you need and clean up after yourself;

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google Fritzgard

what’s the chance
that a bunch of punks will
                        go
to the old parking lot near the
bijou, collecting rocks

to force down the throat of a local governor
wailing about yavva

They might’ve read the
sign that rusted a decade
ago, with thumps from rocks
for generations:

it says no overnight parking and no
weapons or alcohol

it’s dark and it’s night and
they’re walking and they wear
bandannas and read Fritzgard like its a
bible. They pause when

a car with lights shining goes by, and then read
another chapter

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meadow fresh full of children

me and all these children
– we’re running around in freakin circles
– and the autumn air is correctly fresh

there is no game that we are playing
these freakin kids don’t realize that
we’re supposed to have a goal
– to have a challenge
– to have a standoff of some sort

they just run and laugh like freakin idiots
I get caught up in it
– the madness of it
– O’ my shoes get stupid grass stains

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a first-hand account of the pulitzer (adult content)

The beatniks were popular in the 1950′s; I met them all; they were boring; most of them did not know their alphabet; I had to teach them their ABC’s: ‘a’ goddamnit, ‘b’ you stupid motherfucker, ‘c’ you yagged boozer, …; They didn’t learn!

most of them were over-rated; two of them could not even go up one flight of stairs without getting winded; can you imagine that? how can you write prose if you can’t get to the top of a flight of steps without losing your breath; it’s just stupid; it’s just ridiculous; it’s just hard to believe; it’s just rough and rocky traveling!

I hate the beatniks; I murdered them; I killed them; I told them “wswerfweR”; two of them did not have automobiles but instead some prose!

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toast boat 05

sitting wood-fresh at the day-strong table, flipping

catalog pages of dog trinkets: sweaters and bell-shaped chew toys, on the

pasture deck straddling a windy delightful decision to finish

the season which began, and will finish, the way they do whenever they

translate, nicely, months and generations both;

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an indicator of malnutrition

wept salt on a toasty bun

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Mega-Crane – Flowers for a Mechanic, guitar – 01 28 13

new … some mistakes, I like the arrangement

sand

come on,
    you gotta admit -
            if you’re gonna get killed, then
              dyin on a motorcycle when you’re
              flying like hell is
              pretty
              cool

or gettin eaten by a grizzly bear … or
a lion

or a shark, like a great white mainly;
    any of the great beasts really

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the soul don’t spit

how long is the road

the road, what road

how deep is the pit

the pit, what trench

how curvey is the soul

the soul! the soul don’t spit

how sandy is the coast, how sandy …

O’ the coast, what a coast …

how turbulent are jets?
how uncomfortable are small spaces?

small spaces, what seats

how indeed is this it
how indeed is this it …

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wreckage in the flatland below

wreckage debris lain in
blocks and girders long, dusts of
cements settled upon

… and we didn’t discuss it

a glass window in a trailer
looked out upon the wreckage and
God sat up there.   I finally

tatted on the pane glass

“Lord, my credibility has no value
and my self is questionable. But I feel
I have cleaned up the all-little cracks that
foreshadowed this
    ALONE, and now years gone by.
please say that I can stand reasonably
and decent, humble, and yet expect her to do her
part
    finally, that it will again stand
and it will smell like her and…” God interrupted: ‘You’re
being a bit melodramatic there, aren’t you boy!’

And I said, “Dude?!” At that point God
ran his hand through the pane glass
and smacked his open palm hand flat into
the fore-nose of my face, leaving it ugly
like the wreckage in the flatland below

kraba laba ceeba

how many weapons do you think
were used in the wall breaking
  - sometimes wall breakings are called
    wall removals -
but regardless, how many weapons
  do you think?

ARE YOU a respondent and bear
  w/ you a number 43?

WELL THEN who do you think you are?
do you be an artist of brush or
  be you a dog handler with
  leash and coffee decanter both in
  your hands?

how about the walk past the
madam of BUTTERFIELD PLACE …
  how do you respond: indifferent
    or bored, else?

you see now, then, your own relevance
to questions such as posted on
topics like wall breakings and
weaponry

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toast boat 01

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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shoot, man, I know a lot of famous people

I grew up with Al Pacino !
in a western village in southern Florida,
right off the panhandle border with Georgia,

and me and Buddy Baker are always getting
our hair cut together. Buddy’s insisting to the
barber to always use my style as a template for his own hair.

That’s about it really.    … (?) …     actually:

in El Paso, Tx back in 1964, Robin Williams and I
befriended one another for that one summer. He was already
funny.

and Dick Wolf, producer of Law and Order, worked on
a screenplay with me in Mrs. Phillips’ 3rd grade
social studies class. To be honest, if you wanna know,
he didn’t really have the touch yet, but he had a
good work ethic;

Leonard Nemoy came over to my house a couple
of times,

Sandra Bullock – this is pretty kool – and her date
and I and my date doubled for our high school prom.
Her boyfriend was not very polite to her. So after the
dance me and Sandra did it in my truck, and uploaded
the pictures to wikipedia. Search for ‘Sandra Bullock prom’.

I can’t think of anymore.

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mucked and coated with window glue

  frozen
                    aloft a boat
               aloft where-withallness
aloft a dimestory, a cinch for
Eddie, but a spear in the knee for
another man,

groping the bitches and
quoting the whew ha, clowning with
Ellen, her sweet
    tall
      spikey
        high heels visually
challenging the lucky drab, mucked and coated
with window glue

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snake-oil sellin

along a river called Demarcated Chive lived a hud-loving jaspar that throwed a mellon in the tea, and wit-chaled a loven of bree.

belonging to spee and of neat steed, he betwained the wleet of the community by snarding against incrlonstipeach, but knew it all be but for not, by the held be a strong above deem.

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new song … Mega-Crane – the_breaking_rockies, guitar – 12_02_12

the end is not figured out yet but I think the first few minutes are something

new song: Mega-Crane – In The Desert At The High Noon, guitar … 12/16/12

new song: Mega-Crane – Another Life in India, guitar … 12/13/12

new song for Mega-Crane: Another Life In India …

grey rain is sad

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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explosion

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wreckage in the flatland below

wreckage debris lain in
blocks and girders long, dusts of
cements settled upon

… and we did not discuss it

A glass window in a trailer
looked out upon the wreckage and
God sat up there.   I finally

tatted on the pane glass

“Lord, my credibility has no value
and my self is questionable. But I feel
I have cleaned up the so many little cracks that
foreshadowed this
    ALONE, and now years gone by.
please say that I can stand reasonably
and decent, humble, and yet expect her to do her
part
    finally, that it will again stand
and it will smell like her and…” God interrupted: ‘You’re
being a bit melodramatic there, aren’t you boy!’

And I said, “Dude?!” At that point God
ran his hand through the pane glass
and smacked his open palm hand flat into
the fore-nose of my face, leaving it ugly
like the wreckage in the flatland below

next door we may be an ass

Some Mennonites moved in next door and warmingly offered
a pound of asian rice to me and my family
I told them they were stupid for giving away their rice
of course they said they were sorry and they offered
an australian pear to me and my family
I told them they were stupid for giving away their pear
in return they, being so kind, gave me a regret for my distress and a freshly baked bread
I explained how stupid they were.

because they were such good people they
said they were sorry and
they offered to me and my family a sack of peruvian potatoes
and a pail of milk with flakes of utter skin
I looked at them into their beady eyes and told them
that they were unrealistic, stupid, and unwelcome
in my neighborhood
for their behavior was out of touch with the reality that
I wish for my family to adhere to
they felt horrible and gave me two cuts of London Broil
I told them they were stupid for giving away their steaks
of course they said they were sorry and they offered
apples, raisins, and canadian granola
I told them they were stupid, knowing what I knew

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my old man’s successful restaurant

my momma walked: she looked
      - she started
  but then she stopped

walked
but so wondering

from the front room
she
could see the big ole house
      - the whole of it
      - the small ported areas that are quelled behind the bigger rooms
  all of it

I don’t know where all of the money comes from …
who eats so much giblets anyway
our restaurant’s front counter is crowded with eaters
like they ain’t got no damn giblets of their own
  tucked in reynolds wrap in their own personal freezer boxes where
    ice cubes do just fine at their own homes
      in nice neighborhoods and with vegetable gardens that are so alive

I heard daddy say, ‘we need more rooms!’
oh come on now how many rooms do we need?
Stop at four or five
    ( but maybe several bathrooms …
        little jenny bullshits for hours every morning
        curling her hair and looking at her girl nose )
see we don’t need any more rooms,
tell these people to quit eating so much giblets
    ( but they are fantastic when they are breaded
        with a little rosemary and onion, maybe a spit of
        worcestershire sauce and a slight drip of olive oil, dark )

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Headeries

said the duck to the milled whey,
‘did you count the grandmas
upon the hill?’

and the whey, with a gentle wind
at its throat, said, ‘I did.

‘and I was touched by the
gifts upon headeries, and
flowers.’

the duck nodded

a geese in V flew then amongst the horizon, beyond the pond, in sweet

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my blasphemy at the welcome fence

I took a couple of
trees and ran ‘em through
with the cross, wooden with

Jesus’ faith that: wood beats wood
goats sacrificed! (I heard the
    news

  about the water, gold. reflected. safe)

Jesus, give me some water~
the preacher said, “your words
……..are dead. Please exit the rear
    of
    this university facility, regularly
used for vangaurd worship, etc.

republicans came to my house

I got lucky
    when the door opened
    the guns were blaze firing

    I accepted the arrival of many
    bullets into the light space
    in my mind

    Then it got dark. The
    wild men made way passed
    me and stole the earth

wringing the ladies

I was wringing horn toed ladies
with the pink shoes laces
from my throttle high tops,

around their disgusting globbly
bodies, and I would yank the lasso
drawing them to me and

we would kiss O’ pleasure with
warts on their tongues which
surprised me but not slowed me

orogomy in an office

the cigarette that I was smoking was nice
when I inhaled I could
feel my butt soft on the couch real
    leather, reddened through orogomy

I explained to the doctor
        (bullshit
            they don’t even know where the capillaries are)
that I was
not even interested
in freeing myself from the hate
that I had for my wife

To the science he explodes

the extremities
of

cold fusion
are
never

far removed

from the man crazy traveling
the path, vanderbilt gallop
    fields in hills

to the science he explodes
the intricities
    of varied characteristics
    of variables in contexts
and drinks mellow while waiting for a return

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answar sadat

the murder of answar sadat
was glorious.
they pelted him with urinated
artillified
mechanisms

over in the grandstand the lady
in waiting hoo-rah’d the guys
that covered their faces until the
firing was over with

this is the lesson of the ancient silk road

the ushers paced the goers slowly out
the arena, waving swords at the
women afterwards. Unlike coliseums
the arena doesn’t exist

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toast boat 18 … 2nd edit – re-arranged the line breaks

forcing hands to walk forward
freshing stands for the crowd tomorrow
telling oars to paddle more
hot tulips engage the guests

june dates evade the crests of
crashing cycles that speed to death

dashing sand upon them hell
stiffening peers gaze beyond
freezed in a river gone gone remote
vested in a faith, the art the leather
pacing doubts of doubters lows
holding pen posing shows

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old story

wrench taut bolt last one
tight on the iron beam coliseum
communities grow up around such a place

but it was in the 40′s that a really
nice thing happened … it was the
old crowd with their great man
purses and classic cubans, powder
rooms for the ladies, grapes for
champions

the old crowd, they were special,.. They made
it happen night after night
        The Coliseum wow
man what a sight

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my body

I wish I had died in a battle
and my body dumped anonymously in a pit
rolling over others who were thrown before me

it would be a soothing and fitting end
there would be no more life to pay

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stupid struggler

sharia law tells us about Brutus’
third wife and God’s harum, but it is
tuff to find it. But look at the
passage about the canary that
relentlessly tries to sing but is actually
out of air:

    Canary, shut your singing
    shut your fuckin singing
    you stupid canary
    you don’t even have no air
    shut your singing
    your air is gone you stupid fucking canary
    shut your singing
    you don’t have no air
    you stupid canary

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chickens to the left, cows and pigs to the right

during the years the communist
regimes got run over, golden autumn
leaves fell glistening like moonbeams upon
ponds reflecting and filled by swine
and cow excrements
    - the communists didn’t let
      their chickens use the same ponds

the ponds were monitored, practices were in place
    - chicken
      excrements were used differently

long gone the golden years…
the blues to be crafted, sung by
folk people commentating the
confusing revision of their traditional songs

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panhandler

pan. down into the mud and the
police officer walked
        up to the crouched looser,
        looking
    down
        at him (because the hobo was
crouching and he, the cop, was standing) with
his shades remaining behind, in the car, probably sitting on the dashboard. You see this is the officer’s first day on the route alone and forgetfulness has got a claw in him, but who cares about his anxiety because one day he’ll be a veteran and between now and then he’ll get his composure UNLESS he is not the kind of person to get his composure in which case he just wont ever get around to seeming cool
like a cop
with his nose right, and posture too.

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newspaper section E

“yes?” and he looked
up
    annoyed,
    sittin at the same table as
    he was
two hours ago, three and a half

By now even he haD read the E section
of the paper black and white newsprint, maybe
Boston’s or some other city that
prints double leafed everyday

~
he neither let loose the paper nor
did he back his chair to leave but solid
remained and will continue
~

table attendant strained
this patron stubborn, and finally
explained that he needed something to find
that he could believe in and that, ahh, it was
just one table

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joseph maria – O the pity

night crickets lye bored in the
grass by the walkway into the building

I strutted strong up the avenue
with the heavy bars of the pure gold
in my pockets

up the sidewalk

the steps

through the front door

to the room where the men met

and displayed my gold
and unimpressed they said
thanks for your time

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me and mark

me and mark were hanging out
    ( mark’s a pretty cool dude )
so what mark did was he
took a baseball bat and hit my
head as hard as he could

I’ve spent a fair amount of
time in pain since then, but
I’ve got a good friend in mark

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harper & tweed!

the jail bars stimulated
the hoard, engrinding
justicication on their
behalf into their
day dialogs, years to be long

harper and tweed!
in the bars is not the
healing, a sentence but yes, yes

at the lake in Tenn. in
a boat fishing is a man guilty
at the church in Rome in
a confessional is a man bettering himself

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bye magpies

trembling small stones rattled
to let me know the illusion
was on

the worst day in
the world’s many sads
spelled itself in letters
of logs on the ground

chainsaw’s rrr rrr rrr transferred
through the old lady’s yard down to
the hard stone our town sat on and
told us to that last tree’s fell

that last tree’s fell. Do the crows
and magpies know us still. Smell her
pine in winter stove.

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tv antenna

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