cornmeal

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give the dog somethin, mister
the dogs are accredited with walking
off the chickens that ate your corn
meal in the woods yonder

and even so, mister, I suggest
that you have a talk with your
accountant about
storing your cornmeal in the woods

did I tell you that I
knew an Indian lawyer who’s
been accredited with
howlin’ at the moon




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kraba laba ceeba

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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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ole nanny in “An Elevator Metaphor”

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ole Nanny and everyone walked up to the elevator
…the elevator has glass doors
…glass doors are kool

a couple of things to keep in mind
…Nanny’s mind doesn’t process the way it used to
…Nanny’s mind doesn’t work the way it used to

the glass doors are
cool, as you can see
through them and see
the elevator car go up
and down w/ people; you
can know when the car is
arrived and when it isn’t you can know that too;

but ole Nanny is where I hope to be one day:
…senile and alive

so the elevator bell rang
and the glass shaft doors opened …
and I saw that the car isn’t arrived error O’ err,
and that the shaft is empty
downward
to
the fourth floor
where the car is arrived …
and remember that granny’s mind doesn’t work the way it used to.

Everyone saw Nanny’s step one,two and yet no one knew
that they were seeing it; everyone knew that the
elevator was in a terribly dangerous and liable glitch;
everyone realized Nanny was going to fall

she landed on top of the elevator car!

on the fourth floor the passengers didn’t hear the hit on the
roof, but felt the shaking of the car and Nanny lay on an
industrial component that is part of the pulleys and cables and
dark shaft dust; she’s not dead – this story is going to have a happy
beginning with Nanny and kool glass doors and an
ending with Nanny and recovery, support, and ascension.




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my old man’s successful restaurant

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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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how you see the vine and hear the sound

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“cable, sir. cable”
(sir is eating smoot and his sweat is
  colored now grey and tanned from
  the farm and the party)

He actually handed the cable back to the boy
The cable could pull the progress, the contemporary
        solution

In Poland they ate bread w/ smoot
In Chechnya they eat bricks w/ dirt

The boy went ahead w/ his cable
though it would’ve been better if he were
    talking into the heads of a poker match
The power was never arranged




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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 words of corn

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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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