The

Chronicles
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Hooshang Danesh
Copyrights 2011 by Hooshang Danesh

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A Nursery Rhyme

The only evidence of

God
In the whole universe is: love
The perfect solution to
All deceptions is
Love
The only breath that holds
Your sureness together
Is love
The only dream that leaps
Your mend
Forever is
Love
And to mend and mend
Here goes our
Love—

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Abode

Take abode-
in roached and-
filthy frontiers-
read classics,
take-nervous-notes,
hope for never-coming-
literary-careers,
with eyes already trained-
in not-seeing,
and ears,
oh ears,
listening ,
never-hearing,
we soon become:
pop-stars,
we all live on-
waste-
lands,

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AletterToArrival

(Am I,
turned-off,
to the shelter of-
her eyes,
or to the-
long, dark-
yearning of her-
face,
am I too blind,
mister?
(or that,
yous,
best-than-
I,
-Into
soothe,
-the ragged,

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unleased crests-
of each-stays,
(or is it, that I can-
recede,
lightly
into nothing,
of this so-
briefly,
fleeting,

now’s
and

then)

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Am

I want women, only women-

this need in me, is a
universal problem
solution
I follow universal
diagrams (child
contrived by universal
collusions, I am on the
carpet died, sketched into purpose
be-all looseness,
I want women kind, drafting
mother-child re-unions
I am into absolution-jive
neglect-not love child-not-
teen-perusal,
I am into women
to unweave a larger-

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mat, the artisan-at-work-
sign, to weave a new style-
child
a child of solutions,
I be what I need to be-
am—

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AndreaPoems

(I eat the bread she-

bakes-
(she bakes and then-
we mate sum-
(some was born, the other
year-
(son rules same-
free goats of-
andreamedawest-
(I drink the beer she-
brews some,
(And still, we-
mate-
and feel, look for-
-our verves off-
the milky way,
(We quarreled then-

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much-
we still quarrel-
much-
But its like we-
in heavens-
now,
and-
quarrel-sum-
(only to claim-
again-and-again-
the crackles-
of joy, only-
a few can wave, mend-
and make—

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Andromeda

(But the horses knew-

the horses drank from the spring,
-sobered like axioms and-
felt the kindred
-tingles of their
skins,
-the rouse of their-
hoofs,
the tails fly across-
the spume of things,
(The horses knew, the-
seesaw was-
not ever-
-a
dream,
been
since—

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Andromeda-west

I want to
disappear into-
the scent of things,
into the very end,
into volumes of perfumes,
the skin of inflatable things,
into andromeda,
into her west,
into her stellar apples-
laid to rest,
into the motion of things-
out of the stillness-the vast flowering of all things
sans dead,
forgetting all the round eyeballs,
gazing at my head-
forgiving no other-
but myself,
forgiving no other-
but myself,

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Apart

It can’t
be made
believable,
that you’re loved by us,
or by them,
but more-so-by-
me (who invents you)
you’re wounded,
impaired,
desirable only-
in fits of tales-
that remove us-
as an object-
of-
love,
apart,

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Avalon

I danced with
all nine sisters of Avalon:
First
opened and closed my eyes again-
I fell, broke my leg-
Second
forms perfect curves at a store-
there is dirt under her nails.
Third
made me come into Africa–
just to open the gates of hell-
Fourth
brought me food and greens in her forest
to put an umbrella over my head-
Fifth
married my ghost-
just to steal my jewels away-
Sixth

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was a double blonde in school-
she came and took pictures of my face,
Seventh
is the one I invented and named Tara,
she is the one I like best-
Eighth
is stretched out in terrace,
waiting for a slate-
Ninth
wears a collar on her neck-
I wish I’d never spelled-

3rd is the one I loved most-

but only the 7th-seal, is- safe-

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Baptismal

(Do you remember-

the water from the
-fountain,
-the baptismal sieve,
that paled your,
whisper,
your cries,
-remember you fell-
silent,
-raised like a turtle-
dove,
-a gaze crowned,
your brow,
(that day you -
were born to-
love and life,
to remember the only,
truth is
god
is
love,

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Bastards

(Do u agree my mates-

that we best,
peaceful bastards-
in
cowsi-uni, moo verse!
spreading lust, love,
morelust
honeymoons- infinitum-
stealing cantos and verse-
(damn the torpedoes-
and loaded for the bears-
hail the little dipper,
the perseus is cetus,
(and is riding the-
meda to sp -ain-
ace-

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(please, the queen is-
coming up for-
air, every
bleeding
ten cents,
the swans wailing:
“rescue, god, save”--
“and you wanna meet,
Mr. Orwell-
where?”

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If

If the
rich don’t
pay for the
poor,
their ranks,
will be
reduced for sure,
meaning they:
can’t come
back to the
same floor,
which is
almost as bad as dying
and not coming back-
for--
to lose a tier-
is to paint oneself-
(in colors you don’t wanna know about)

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Boomerang

(The reducing ranks- the-

officers,
are the make-sads,
-who must raze you-
with crops, their-
own-
to hoist their own-
sacks,
(and their sacs,
diluted
-concaved,
curtsied-
-and sunk like-
(unerring mathematics of-

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oppenheimer and-
the general-
staff,
(they subscribe-
to nothing that-
may trace,
or fetch the
scents,
of,
an unshackled-
bounce,
(welcome now please: the-
mathematics of-
boomerang,

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Conejo

My eyes discover you,

in your cage of sounds,
it’s a trick of the belly-
dancers-
mi amor,
they hide-
in the spirals
of-
tus cenizas-
and then
flattened on your back-
a cloud of silence-
(racimo de uvas)
a knot of knowing-
(mi amor)
-inside your eyes,
and there,

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my words become-
visible,
(for one fleeting moment)
and then retreat,
(arde norte del mundo)
and the sun dances over your cage-
(mi amor) and you dream-
of jump-
(una, dos, tres)

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Creation

A rather large universe-

Two-
followed a cozy world-
I think rather warm,
and psychedelic,
orange and all shades of-
ruby red,
sore, And blushing-
with invention-
(And you and I were There,
which explains-
your rose-red lips,
and the salmon-pink of-
your forehead, when broods,
(And then the serenity

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of it all ends, in the
Quaker grey- and these-
jaundiced hues, (today)
(the whales were once-
blue,

Glared for miles and miles,

they soothed you.)

Well !
(My eyes are fire-red again
my lungs ache like hell,
and I smell like a dead star,
not the smell of blood-
of sweat and ou tears,

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(All I can think about –
are those Monet colors,
my dreams are of-
aqua green, and meadow brooks-
-pairs of fern, spread across-
verdant aqua blu-
ues,

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Creatures

(creatures that walk-

upright,
-planning their turns-
away from-
-the curly grass ferns,
and greenish scenes.
-they turn and turn,
leash unhand,
-concrete-metal,
internment parlors,
-by pallbearers fields-
(and the creatures on-
four hands-
-tempting their-

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mesmered,
strapped-
dominants,
-with coaxing smiles,
wide teeth,
-and be-all
sounds-
-to walk this way-
that way, the Eden’s-
land,
(but….man!!
(oh, how I love,
being a dog –
again,

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Dreams

There’s was a valley

Of pigeons
And of cubs, kittens
And such
All wounded by one, me the
Thief of the valley of
Pigeons
And eyes and tecs
All creatures pretty
Breasted and teeming
Like innocence fit
To invent,
Cooked potions
Baked illusions
While playing:
Fantasiestuec

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Caprices in D,
All in the valley of
Pigeons
And calvedbeings
Cubs puppies kittens
And colts
Cast naked upon
The valley of pigeons
And milled d r e a m s,

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Dreams

I slept next to her-

to hitch a ride in a dream-
her shadow-took me –
to what used to be hell-
she made me miss one beat-
and I entered alone-
to my right was a toothless witch-
she slid into the-
dark and said my name-
I blazed a line around where she sits,
so Cane knew where she was hiding
from-
there were men sitting on the floor-
concrete-and-neat
they were calling their planes-
for safe passages up-here--
I looked for Pam,

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-called her name twice-
her spirit said-
“Pam is gone-
to Nashville-
to record a song-“
I woke up, Pam was still sleep-

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Eve (Mary)

If she don’t come into each one

Night of dream
Here on earth, or Jupiter
Or the one where my home is
For a time
Oh, if she don’t fall
Jumping on each
Spring
Night
Like a bunch of
Softleaves off the
Trees
The blue-green
Trees
She paints much

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“she, too is a painting
she
dreamed”
but if she don’t come
thru
I’ll die, and not
On so sleepless a night
No, I’ll die in the
Begin
Where she is but
A flower in our
Seas,
Seas where Love-was-not
-Is, and I
am too
Adre
Am
d,

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Fade into You

(Loomed , worked so hard,

-on the edge-
of common-
accept,
(The inner innate-
is fazed,
fading
(And the doubting too-
dismounts,
disarms,
further (still),
-and the fading,
fades
into,
faith,
and faith
is the light of the creator,
spinning endless
centers,

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Father and Son

Shakespeare objects to
the writings of his-
son-
One: they’re always about-
women-
Two: why do they always
stay in rhyme-
and don’t go further
than the father
would have
preferred
The father: would call a
vase a vase, but for
the flowers that weren’t
planted by
him-

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The father would have spoken-
of the sadness-
inherent in love-
from the beginning,
The father would have
mentioned how
tall the son was-
and how shorter-
sadness feels-
The father would have
written a tragedy-
far superior to mine-
I only speak of love-
(and not its tears!)

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9

When she doesn’t exist,

I exist in her,
and then we are both the-
existing-
eternal,
I’d render her,
careless, useless,
call her-
mother,
but she neither is
nor are,
she is a creator’s
wish,
and her will is not alarmed,
though whomever sleeps with her,

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will be fear-fraught
if other than
us--
who’ve slept in her-
in our death,

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Feed

If only, I-
could be grafted on-
to some tree of-
oath,
some floral leaf of-
confirmation,
The unfoldment, would-
lead,
The vessel, and seeds,
into Sylvan-
(And feed, more-
the looming,
absolution,

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Feet

Your hanging feet, toes-

crimson roses in
abeyance,
like the tight-rope walkers
on the streets of Paris,
or you can become-
Carmen instantly dancing
through your Spain,
draw the curtains girl,
I wanna dance alone,
with the cherries,
that are your toes,

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Fever

I know where age

is taking my mind
with or without my consent
with or without my enthusiasm
with or without its dissent
its taking me to
slow movements
to contemplation and reason
to ponderous decisions
to where I’ll notice
every season
and feel no fever,

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FifteenAll

(There’s fifteen of us,

-all-in-all,
(in each time-
caption,
(Hosts to-
all forms of: way,
-and mission-verses
of: soothe,
said see-pleaseness
-everywhere,
(And though I’m vagabond-
-mozart of:
tis frozen-still-suaves of:
subduers and subverts,

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(I’m endowed-
-eternal measure,
to:
submito
-succulent love-
where?
-and when?

(Tis tradition I’ve-

-learned- I knowwhere?
(But in successive-
-folds of wife-mother-
-and sister
(who are not all one-
-and the same-

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-and yet each submerge in
love-
like: with strung out-

-stoic and stirring-

-wings of stone-
-they down-oft,

-and dither-
in clay

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Flowers of Mary

(Mary: your daughters,

stand stretched in the doorways,
in clusters of shadowy hours,
tasting of innocence,
ignorance,
(of your perfumed body)
they say they will be dust:
(mas polvo enamorado)
they never see-
their sharp transparency,
which is you:
(their sleeping mountain)
they come into your dreams Mary?

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each night
when your body is sleep?
(haz de tus imagines)
drowned in music,
wings open, spill,
unseen,

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Fool’s Gold

Unfortunate:
is relative true,
don’t know
why I
bother
with anything new here,
Relativity:
you’re a fabrication of time,
in any space of existing-
I am walking on the wall-
and wait for the spells to sink in-
fool’s gold-

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From on

Tell them
to throw
the mist
into the wind
through tis tiny apartment,
for from on,
there’ll be-
no other sign of-
altogether within-
one storm-
within-
one room,
within one world--
for from thereon

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“there be nothing-
-known, as so-
beautiful-as-
true,
as you”--

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For The Chronicles

(Killing airs, and black-

thoughts,
-are waved in,
heapfuls of-
untruth,
-each day,
(And though I’m born-to-
well,
and amongst these races,
-am exhausted in this-
labyrinth,
(For seashore after-
seashore,
-is bricked by:
cainnights, and their-
illwill,

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ways,
(And though my fate,
sows no glory,
-but service, and-
perhaps some self-brightning-
days !
-I can no longer endure,
these invaders,
-let the foes post-
me the martyr,
(I’m happy to shawl,
tis life,
-around their-
headless
bares,

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Goo,d Fighting

They are watching us-

Predatorprey-
A game , (you Know) how-well,
We play,
(thousands-and-thousands-of-years)
And then: there are alleys,
Fairways, various sports, (toplay)-
But if you have to hunt:
You’re too far-and-inferior-
For these games-
(And we are not that
“patience”
(We not those
clans)

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( us y born,
of love,
(and thousands and thousands,
of years,
(well),
(that),
out of love-God,
creates man--
divine, eternal,
pennant;

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Hanging with the Living

You can only

Ascend if you’re two-
Meaning you have a living body-
That watches over you-
And you must put all-
The cash back-
In my safe,
For you can be led-
By none other than-
My-
Self,

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Hope

The words
can exist
at any other point
without them,
abuse-less
not ear-less
but weight-less-
fields- of --gold,
they ride saddles,
but no horses will-
throb-
against them-
(here)
nor
-love-
renews,

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 them,
(here)
still, gods may flourish-
in other abodes-
hope--

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House

I’m going out,

way out to the south,
to contend with all that-
they call useless,
I’m back to the plow,
and the peasants-
who smell,
the pungency of wild-
horses,
I know I’m bound-
bound for the house
of : no-walls, no-lawns
and no more-
(I know I’m out),
---

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I know I’m back-
to clean out the floors,
to turn the other cheek,
to the nays no more.
I created this house,
in my name,
to exist within it,
you must always confirm,

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If, When

(Breathe your wings-

your eyes’-
rest,
on mine,
in-
respire
peace,
Breathe those eyes-
for, in their-
softness,
the ghost in-
me,
wings,
For, the most-
withered,
undazed,
amongst us,
Yields,

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In The Window

The first family of the

Universe--
she whistles her own tunes-
When she wears her emblems, the colors
of titan red, cherubim’s-
redness of burgundy-
wine,
Which she drinks
on occasions
with vegetarian plates of-
carrots and bell peppers-
sautéed celery butter-
beans.

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Asparagus garliced
and-
corn bread,
All grown on earth, the
Planet of heavens,
fertility, else-and:imported all to Callisto and
Ganymede
Jupiter’s largest moons,
Where the best restaurants
are in the milky way
Still the shuttle is late
and she keeps whistles
Another child
expected in the month-
of May-

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Strings Attached

Stars and planets null-

they give it no more dimension-
than a blind in a store,
where you come from-
is clear,
where you going-
is up here,
its made of strings-
attached to one ring,
the ring is alive in a sacrament,
it slowly becomes chronicles,
and they’re bunch of dogs,
awake,

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JovianMoon

(She’ll show me poems-

-I’ve written about her-
(I’ll read and,
find failings
in them,
I’ll eagerly claim:
“I can now do better,”
(And shall-
-so much more-
to be said:
(on the scent of-
her skin in the-
jovian air-
(and her toes-

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-meander
on the jovian-
pave-
“they mark my
cease about
-her sate”
(and this time-
-she will marry-
-me,
for a jovian
pool-
-on some starry-
jovianmoon,
-and then may all pools-
be oceans-beds,

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-where
lay-love
absolution-
lends:
“hey poor-men-
tate-
sooth-is-every-
where,”
Everywhere,

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Juliet

They come through the doors,

one after another,
their detention is unfastened-
by no other than yourselves,
whose rivers take turns-
in painting them in all colors of desire-
but can’t –be- had,
their thorns too obvious to myself
(but not you)
what’s the trick of dispensing unusable?
one watches Bethlehem
eyes red,
two is in Vienna

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fertile, arrives when I’m already- dead,
three steals rapture and ring,
O’ Juliet, what deluded ghost-
spawned you so near our grave?

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Keeps

Lovers always fight

To conjure up-
Taints,
Cracks to weigh in
Their please
And lovers never
Woe,
For grievance is
Unlove, and house-of-
Thorns. Love-
-doesn’t seed,
But lovers
So tamed
Except in
Each other’s
Keeps and
Keeps,

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Knowing

(The ghost of-

knowing,
has no stella,
no monuments.
-boards on no-
peasants,
bids on holidays,
-everyday is as:
tomorrow was,
-as yesterday is.
(but the ghost of-
admission,
-is imbibing the-
big-brothers,
anyday,
“they’re only mal-odors,
away,”
he says,

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“only then, we the dominie,
of the sane,”
“only when, darkness,
removed,
we’re received in
grace,”

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LosingFloors

The thought
that misery
must exist
to bring
hell back
is as dead as
the rich
who lose a-
floor everyday
to the thought
of being
exclusively above -
while slowly going under,
and that’s
so the
meek shall inherit

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the earth,
and that’s a fact,
and though,
this won’t go through,
and open its-
leafless arms
something deeper cleared-
and brought the-
wheels closer to the tracks-
of love-

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Love

We’re all getting ready for-

Something,
Or our lives
Spent,
In perpetual preparation
Conversion,
Radical-reclamation,
Like some kind of
Stars, planets,
Nudged in motion
By: angels,
We wane and ebb,
To mount some-
Sure circle,
Far
Or I can’t know,
Why,

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 We move each momentous-
Loom,
Breeding,
Persuading: climax,
Cradle,
Climax-more,
I say: love:
Is
This love !
-

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LoveTwo

Love:
She’s met-
(And you’re two-
(when you meet her-
n
-you are o e
She two-
Becoming-
o e
n
“love you two”
(And this reverbates-
tru-
too-
“two is love- so love is-

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must- o e
n
(must one to-be-two-
(to one you need:
all-and-
two-
(identity is all-and-two,
r
(all-is-currently: th ee-
m
e,

s
h
e,

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y
y
o
(two is- u
(love is a member of-
identity club-
(I am the owner-
not-

tru

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MaternalSpaces

I always carry an apple

With me
An apple in my pocket
From a 23rd century tree
Its fallen on my head
Like a token
Keepsake
(like love!)
I awaken in some long chalk
Distanced
I measure
(not) this as
loss, then-

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(why not!)
I know I am-
But I am
Mourne what may-
(may not)
so, this apple I carry
everywhere
and soon anywhere is
where I am not (what!)
I should like to call myself
Mr. Newstein (Anew)-
Its my short for Newton and Einstein (Gods!)
Things seams broken
In both space and time
(I seem fine)

thru—

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Meaning

-meaning
is to create love for-
another,
and then your sing to,
tis one,
the only one,
-rings truer.
Than imagine,
(when you give love-
you see what’s-
given-
-your love

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Miracles

In the sequential
existence of your
moments,
in the now-
laid down is
the true shape
of the truth,
where endures:
holy,
sensuous,
religious,
love,
eternal,
miracles are its-

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fruit:
-are what’s seen and felt by-
god,
and observed by others-
as the truth-
this perfect symmetry of ours-

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Mirror

She lands on me her

unrooted
passion,
and as she is,
mirror is my heart,
as she is,
a thousand butterflies,
watch her fall into pieces,
as she is,
mirroring my thoughts,
her rainbow is formed by doves,
and why do I look so starry eyed?
its your mirror, my heart a-
firefly can spin me around,
Oh, don't leave me under your
waterfall –your
-mirror, is my heart,
and what if the serpent,
throws me a rock,

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Motherlove

Mother love’s
words on love
So sensibly drawn
That any unwish
Unwise
For gobbledy-gook
Is rested upon: unmetment
Not-required
And she,
Is into love
Like
She is into
Anything,
Like everything’s-
Intensions:
Love-greened,
And see: I write

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Now
For love-repressed
Is now: descend
-Into-seen
And for: I was
Once loved
Like a
God,

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My Sailor

Meaning
Is
be-fore –it
meaning:
the future
determines the
fast
unequivocally
or
let the light,
lift the,
tombstone-
magistrate,
or--
the light can not sit behind me-
foursquare,
for no one will be born here,
yesterday—

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Natalie

You’re a conversation
on a phone,
minutes filled with
presence, absence
a length of time
a beginning, an end-
you’re the notes from
a book,
the length of a sentence,
a Jew, swan,
a lake-
you’re a large pale mirror,
through an invisible glass-
an object of love-
distorted,
incensed,
unknowable-
unfound
loved back-

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Avalon(Mothernature)

Avalon:
you can’t dance with-
anyone but myself,
(or dance with heaven)
you were held high,
in their eyes-
of love,
and you aren’t left unattended
(forever)
if you fall out of the doors,
down-
filled with us,
and rush-
for everything that is
not ever-present,
in the tiny squares of life-

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there’s no one-
left for-
thee-three
heaven is forlorn,
if you keep us locked,

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Nothing Again

Approach of seeing-
approach of knowing-
also-in-line. (universally human)
place oneself inside-
this realm. (she said)
place thyself inside-
my realm. (she said)
place spirituality inside-
thyself (I said)
place nothing-(I said).

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Oh--

Fear,
love,
jealousy,
are all-
configurations of
time-and-space;
without your
physical beingness,
spirits feel nothing-
are nothing,
belong to nowhere-
fall in the cracks
that weigh no-
ore than-
a stone,

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thrown down a well of-
no one’s home,
for even silence-
is a curve of the space-
oh,

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Paired

(She, grounded love,

minimal,
-the thinnest of-
all scales,
weakened, and wasted,
into bare,
-love,
hid around,
fledging,
seeding,
each-
her-
stares-
(what, to call back,

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to heed?
-oh, do let,
what
grounds-
love,
be dis-
paired,

-93-
Park

I’m gaining weight-

I’m earning the medals,
I’ve gained-
what an awful accident-
The medals I’ve gained-
-aren’t mine,
they come from sorrow-
that’s not my park!

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Pen

My mothers are
As causative-creative as I
Can be with words, tunes,
their lives: Careful selections-
of- volition: Dilemmas, Scylla –
and -Charybdis
(not-love or love-not) rather
what’s options, adoptions,
ornaments of love,
“self-love, his- or -her-
love, universal-favor-
love, I’ll -invent-to-love”
All forms of love
(My preference is only a
self-shelter-ness,
a harbor of love, by-the-
roadside-love
“The lilting jumping love

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carries persistent-unfading
across times (through)
Even when
no acclaim-reflection-
consented (why!)
But all love lives-
for defiance
is love
live
di
s
u

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Ray

I’ll be Mozart
For one day
And he like to kick things
Way back
A beat of his own:
Everyday is like Sunday
So, you pretty ornaments of
Love guarded:
I’m Mozart for whole one
Day
Mozart write in dashes of red-
Ness
Causal-pivotal-embryonic-

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Burn
They say: he always had the best Dokein
Gifts from folks
Far-ahead
One must bear presents to
Travel
One must be Mozart to
Accept,
Without prejudice
I say: I’m only trying to understand
How to flicker with as much
Grace
I say: I’m only trying to see
God’s shimmering the first
One
Ray

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And I know think the cynicism
But I wish to be Mozart
Even if for just one
Day
And I know that I’m
But then
Not
May,

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Reading

Reading them to sleep

must be incredible,
and as a new baby arrives-
each day,
I know reading them-
to sleep,
must be a panacea,
to you too,
you who-
were read only,
the exhausted accounts
of last year’s Bookkeeping,
an exhaustive account,
and just a lexicon-

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of complications and numbers,
But reading them to sleep,
must be incredible,
For each day,
you could be marking,
tracking-
All that you thought-
you were never-
read to,

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Point54

You’re pouring
over my head
like alcohol,
like violence:
repeated,
repeated
in dire goblets,
in graves of scream into-
tiny sinus cavities,
forever
and ever,
the vapors of alcohol
of your breath

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on my brain
Likeknives,
in the meeting
of there,
and therelessness
inverting heads,
forward, back down-again,
between going and staying-
of your betweenness,
into tiny cavities of life-
foreverless, you are-

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Requiem For Love

I was dreaming of
dogs
finding them: perfect strangers-
and wanted to write a requiem
for scarlet, and her sisters—their lilies of summer-
their asymmetric lust, debauchery-
flees out of perfect love, patience-
how they bang anything with a pulse-
in the world’s drowning-
-of objects, various and steady,
the odors left behind them-
-of metal boxes-
of drowning virgins-
I wanted to keep the treasures of the day-
away from them-
with a requiem of silence,

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Rooftop

(My one true spirit-

-was down,
way down-
(her Shakespeare-
dead,
-and the only colors-
she saw,
(where of a lobe-
sided,
sphere,
-fainted,
cained,
-like a grin-
touched by-

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the crown-
of-
fear,
“thou shall
nay,
the hand of-
god,
dis
ap
pear!”
-and the spirit,
virginal,
still,
-even knowing of-
it’s earliest-
own-

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fears
(released,
(like dews, and-
lores,
a new-
color out-
of the pristine,
skies,
calmly-
greeted,

-107-
Rose

-A poems like a rose,

rose from my fingers-
did it rise out of the
sorrows surrounding it?
yes
and
no,
It rose out of its maker’s-

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Ruins

College poetry,
hold the-scenes,
professor-ships,
bored with-
rule.
write ennui-
off,
in journals,
and lie still-
in ruin,

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Same

Same-same
isn’t love-
Its meaning is the exact-
opposite of love,
it means:
I’m in des-paired,
save me:
from myself,
again and again-
means:
I’m no longer desired:
by anyone:
but myself,

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meaning:
I fear death,
so I die-
within myself,
lest he carry-
the universe by himself,
“but god is other than yourself now”

-111-
Sapphires

(never repress any's nature-

-all seeds don't bear
the same flower,
-all not sanctified
in the same old
way-
(each has beauty
in her robe of nature,
-each bears its pearl's,
near our wells,
(and under the same shade of
skies ,
-you are find veneration and
desires, heaven
may veil compassion,
(doves may veil breasts,
sapphires,

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Sara

I am unself-onscious-
and there’s a softness,
I can’t make out,
-make my way into this garden,
-caned –bloomed,
his-and-her
stuff,
she asks me to run on this earth,
so I can have her name far,
and there’s a breeze-
“I run for her”
there’s a sign in the skies,
under the oracle,
under the red,
far from the sun-

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into a giant lotus,
Earlier:
she puts a gun in its holster-
on the left,
and wears my rings,
nails cut down-
to the symmetry
of a face,
I won’t-
recall,
but can love-
unhesitant,

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Scarlett

I know if
I meet you
somewhere
I’ll find myself inside you,
I’ll tremble at the thought-
of your beauty, its truth,
I’ll wiggle, shuffle and be like the wind-
in your veins-
you’ll waive your waist slightly to the left
you toes will nod unknowingly their stems,
I know if I meet you somewhere
I’ll find myself again and again,

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Soheila

So, she
Was love sickness
Supreme
And her breasts
The surrender size
Of her breaths
Which were hilary-green
And freshed, poured in
Ivy Vienna
Streams
Which how she
Moved on the floor
Too

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Over wool Afghani rugs
She turned and turned
Creating

S I A S
P R L
Of:
Quantum-moves
Which were
Well,
Like traveling on
The speed of light
To the house of
Gods and back
And still stopping at
Each point in

E W E
B T E N,

-117-
Spirit

(Spirit - my soul,
and verve,
(Is given to -with care,
-not distinction,
-not measure,
--not concentrations of-
matter or air-
(Its given in the name-
-of love,
-in care,
-its given to you,
-from you,
(It means- there’s-
one god, for eter-
nity,
-and in heavens-
-name,
(Trust me,

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Spring

Only if, my thoughts-

were thinly populated,
by fragments of-
so old,
-but these ruins still,
lie,
in the blue,
folded, and,
folded,
-like dead leaves,
and spring, you-
say,
“is everywhere!”

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StillWell

(I’m tuned-
never-parented,
and always by spirits-
who wear these-
suits,
-sometimes as armor,
always as-
berths of noble-
souls,
(I’m tunes-
was planted.
-billions years ago-
and by no-

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ghosts or hosts but-
me,
-whom, how I-
stillwell,
my soul
alone,

-121-
Stones

-Ripples in ripples,
theatre for-
theatre’s sake,
them stone-agers,
make one, wish,
-alone,
(make wishing,
-for stones,
a horrendous-
tone-
to be deaf and-
dumb,
the idiot of the-
plains!

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Striped-Again

(We shall be-

born again-
-striped again,
loved again,
die again-
Oh, eternity,
Hear this:
we shall die-
again,
died-again,
-we shall be-
born again-
in god’s-
lights,

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Sum

(Einstein is here too-

aswell-
which is why-
my ears pop,
each single coordinate-
of poems, across so-
Interval Many
lines of say,

(In Sum…..
she…..
(In Sum, she,
issumrockingGoodTime,

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Sun-days

(Unsuccess, oh, how I-

hear your fresh,
scents away-
-will you see me -
through to my own-
berth,
-or shall I wilt-
in tis, my old mate’s-
aches,
(Oh, please, you, me-
unsuccess,
the fruits of-
thine eyes,
lulled,
To thine own awakened-
ways?
You see—
-not

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that love is-
Two,
-and only true,
-if
that love-
too, the dew-
of-slumber in,
thine-own-
sweet-golden-
(sage!

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Surfing

I am surfing tonight
surfing on the cyberg’s
surfing on the edges
surfing on the Saturn
to where I’m
needed
and belonged
I’m shopping (now) for my own
features
and (now) my
own mother’s (eyes
but I am surfing
to where
now
I am certain-
to where love discarded
now
must return

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I am surfing now for my
father’s
and now my own
Children,
surfing to all that-
is seethed
all that’s’ ruinous
unmanunkind
(surfing now like a God for
now God is mankind
(surfing like a
turtle
in t i m es,

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Tan-haa

All divide-
in the stream-
of o e – permanent-
n
sand,
It wraps around-
wherever
you are,
its who we are-
entrenched-
in this fire,
surrounded,
by the hiss-
of summers,

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cloaked-
daggers thrown away,
we are-
in one permeate tree-
pendant,
upside-out
the scents of things-
begin, and ended-
while you walked across-
this aloneness-
(tan-haa)

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The 5th Street

Along the 5th street

The beggars lie still
Against the wind
Their arms twisted like
Moorings
And those bottles of seethe
Snared
For 99 pleaded
Prayed for cents
The rank of earth
Sold over
Sainted counters
By small men
Wearing molded
Steele, and Oh such
Stares,

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The Roses

They were not of the

tearful order
-though they trudge to
duty, each day
red-eyed and sullen
faced
and the dark dusts
banes
-laid ordered
to claim their inner
outer
chaos
“to watch their tears

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in heaven
the intentions of
the dreadful,
the faded ”
-the roses still
laid
bloomed
unopened
until the frightness,
shrank-
shorn,
and the hills of
rescind always

re-appear,

-133-
The War

The shooting war

Expectants
Tarrying hunger with
Unabated breath
And the doors all while
Closing
Into their war infested
Fates,
See: the Saturn contention
Leaves his house
To turn stone into
Egg
But the egg is guarded by
Stone
And the stone turns
All carriages around
The world is its
Golden nest,

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TheVex

(The biggest pockets of base-

laid-out, not-always,
on the queen’s hell’s-gates,
-The vex, came and-
too-often, than-not,
(From the piecemeal-
of this verve,
-becoming darkly sons of-
the heinous count,
(And though, each may-
have had it’s use,
(The Mob, wills –
the unengaged,

-135-
The base,
Into forgetfulness moors,
-into where,
the quench takes.
Those, whoever-
Passively,
Intrude--

-136-
Time

The artistry
of traveling
through time,
is the charm-
of those of us-
who can’t
and won’t-
for the symmetry of-
unknowing is
a touch of
Grace,
than not-

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TombSay

Mined on a hill,
and lifted on wells,
and tips,
I rained a million-
tears on tars,
and feathered your fears,
-and now I’m passing on-
to the suit of-
night,
and I know not where-
but if not, for-
the tips on-
her hills,
and the mines she-
bared me laid,

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I’ll be leaving
tis berth,
in fits of rage-
and not these breaths of-fair,

-139-
Unification

Unification
theory,
is a lantern
suspended in
the sky
unseeing,
its not what
I am
Its where
I’ve been
and always
be there,
time-

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sleeps there as always,
in its tower,
and you?
you’re the arch the hangs the flame
in its power-

-141-
Unknown

Mozart tuned by Shakespeare,

-developed complete,
and reduced like a spelled-
cosmicflower,

-fell on the face of-

all-possible,
-the entire,

(and grew up to be
the crown of all
that’s’ not-to be
thus
kno
wn,

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Upon

Scarcity of
love-objects,
is a
mutiny of
time-
a breach of
creation,
imposed upon-
no other
than myself,
for the flaw in-
invention,
is to see
love-not,
but to
conjure it
upon myself,

-143-
Wayworn

It’s a thing
This loneliness
It’s a thing
With memories
Too
Thoughts like buried
Erstwhile ghosts
-come wayworn
into these moods
-they come-not to
soothe
they come like knives
like creepers in the nights

-144-
-they come for
not-mended
un-mated
un-inspired
they come for frightness
they come for
me,
In ab-sen-ces-
of
you—

-145-
Whales

(If it takes a million-

years to-lose a-
thought,
dread
(And it is, truly-
dis-rupting,
(I mean the salt-of-the
hearths, blow-
right into your-
face-
blinded,
(And the sheep, wolf,
-holler like-
madness-

-146-
in-carnate-
(And the skies dry-
out,
40-seas-
seethed,
(So, please don’t touch them,
whales-and-
animals,
-child,
(For your oceans-
-will lay-
bared,
(And don’t ask me why-
-you know too well-
to not-just,
hear-and-
hail,
(trust me,

-147-
Wreathe

I feel liked I've had her

I feel like it was warm, joyful
in-side
I feel like I've confessed
her
met-her
in-places
only (the –wistful understand
I feel like a beginner,
braced and embedded, taken
like a surname a-
piece of ornament-stand
I feel like I've met her,
wayfared-and-swaggered,
taken-her-like
a wreathe inside out-
(I feel like I've met her-
(I feel like I need her-

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Your light

if life's a dream,
may I wake up in your arms,
may you be still sleep in
my arms
and if I rise again to ruen
your lights on,
juicy thighs turned on,
will spark,
your eyes again,
loved again, will you cry
again
and wave again,
in time again,
and may I grow to find
my poems, your notes again,
may I be invented in your
lights again,

-149-
on pages which look like
these again
may I rise,
with
words
Again,
in-
your light,

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What’s Love

On the borders of-

marvelous,
I am a star-
on whether, what takes-
Place-or-not,
I am period far,
and whether your loveliness-
faithfulness- real-
or not,
I assure you, I’m only-
your sac-ri-ficial-lamb,
for whose sake-
for whose love-
you can ( not must)
set the worlds –
in motion-

-151-
for whose sake-
you can be-
endowed.
with-
loss,

self,

(and love,

-152-
Buddha

My mothers, lovely witches

Breeze by
“Oops, breeze doesn’t describe
the storm of their witches
broom,

but my mothers, the witches

storm by, in their
best pant suits, like
ghosts in business suits

they wear ornaments, medals

crests and feathers
on their weathered suits

they always say:

“what a cute boy’ and
storm out again

-153-
and I never look behind me
still cursing the first
mother-on-
a-broom
who came and went
impassive-bl
ue,

I still recall the

dust of-the-
first-broom
settled on the-
window-panes-
rooms I never knew,
and I am Buddha--

-154-
1

I can do no more
Than chorus
Lines
At times
The suits, their taste
So biter
So meddlesome
The dread so
Strong
That I could do no
More than
Removed
Ordained
For me too strong
And kick back, sleep
For dreams to
Angel , and
I am)
wo
n
e,

-155-
Allure

(The spirit of-

intensity,
-didst keep its eternal
scent
-for I thus exalt dwell,
around its blaze,
-and for the full-echo
usage of,
its fervor,
I see ardent-
lovers,
keep gather,
everywhere:
if the softest,
saddest,
may wed vent,
into

-156-
its
rites
of:
"Look! Usgood-
lovelightsMay-
pair,"

-and for, whom the-

sacred-bells,
tis allure (intense-
tolls:
'only in you , I may-care'
'only in you—

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Birth

Billions of molecules
Beat, compose a human being
In a frenzy
Rosy blur
And are lightly shuffled
Wiggled to any other
Planes
There,
But they go so easier still
If shivered frozen-
Lover’s glacial-cool
They beat a lighter still, when
Impassioned hormonal-
Release
Pleasure-
Domes (mate)
Whenever she is here

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I am morpheme d
“whatever that is”
but I am consoled into
poetry and existence
a fly on the wall
I’ve never been
But whenever she is-
I am restored
And mended
Glacial-cool
Am-
birth,

-159-
To Saul (St. Paul)

Its’ the larger world

(the sung world,
the spiritual world around you
(not-entrapped, but benevolence-
governed-in-light-world
(so, I couldn’t accuse or groan-
(like a child-
(for a child I was indeed-
at last, and-
(and a child needs grooming- (a groan
is lack of
that,
and our adults may be dead! (but may-
be the adults still, forever-still.
Are bellowing light through-
These horrid nights!
(and so I felt hosanna-hilary-
funny,
for the hermes-of-
tis one light,

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(and the light-itself-
its’ nature is-
non-divided,
non-ambitious,
and timely: its’ not,
like you and me,
its more like—
silk, not sleek(life,
but smooth-silk, in an-
endless sari, soft-
and tactile- limbered-
around our lies,
lies, lies-
(BellowingSilkMellowLight,

-161-
Give

Do you want to recede

To move
-into a blighter orbit
anew furrow-
groove

do you need
the pendant-still
to lure
your view
further
further-still
into soothe
-do you need to speak
with your eyes only

-162-
wait your truants’ unfolding
do you comeback
repeated
n,

re
d
u
c
e
d,

-163-
Harvest

(She has Mona Lisa's smile-

and queen Charlottes face-
of bohemian-
(coffee houses-
And discothèques-
in Prussian-
towns
She is met any time any where-
(and though I've-
been appointed to her-
court,
(soft-silk-
elegant
fur,

“she is milky,
beautiful feet,”

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-and though sunken-
pure
fine,

the center of her-

empires,

(I am, but a servant-

who gazes after a day of
harvest—
-who stares at her window,
through the distant marshes,

-after a day of plowing-

the hay

-165-
 (she's the window I stare-
at,

through a haze of lives-

and : "Oh, what a feeling, to

be always near her
sight."
and this: goes on and on
through the-
harvest,

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Black Holes

Black holes
temperance-present
where matter –not-
festering scenes
consume the matter sep-
ted
Matter-wronged
at a faster rate than
expected
even by the local-
weather-men-scientists-

Who think spirits ghosts

and ghosts really not (there)-
and (here), where black holes come-
and- go faster than expected-
faster than Indie 500-than:
sundays’ bar-b-q cows and-
pigs and be-ings, who just-

-167-
put up one more black
hole,
There n the corner
where the lawn joins the patio-
edgeless,
(right under your nose)
there, where matter-
not -consumed faster-
than expected by even- Gods-
alone.
Fol
d,

-168-
Am

I want women, only women-

This need in me, is a
Universal problem
Solution
I follow universal
Diagrams (child
Contrived by universal
Collusions, I am on the
Carpet died, sketched into purpose
Be-all looseness,
I want women kind, drafting
Mother-child re-unions
I am into absolution-jive
Neglect-not love child-not-
Teen-perusal,

-169-
I am into women
To unweave a larger-
Mat, the artisan-at-work-
Sign, to weave a new style-
Child
A child of solutions,
I be what I need to be-
Am,

-170--
Child

Your ding, dongs,

never wound the horizon-
the ghosts guard-
the territory,
which is only filled by the vein of words,
and the whispers of
their sap-
rushing through,
\ into the Sun’s skin
Oh, don't dream of hunt:
They bring too many-
nightmares (Lucy)
and they can wound you-
deaf and blind,
in the distant stir of your spirit!

the river of dreams can't humble-

with their tenderness (then),

-171-
 nor love will renew your-
being,
with unhesitant kiss,

Oh, you anger stricken prey of-

young doves-
oh, you anger-stricken child, wait-
In the silence of the clocks-

to reborn,

-172--
Fish

Poems well-read
give all birth-
betterMeaning
(for it may just be-
that you and I were-
born,
to the sounds of-
dust settling-
down,
on the shoulders-
of the prettiest fish,
in the kingdom-
kind,
(which why-
I dream.-
wet dreams-- you?
all night,

-173-
Birth

Billions of molecules
Beat, compose a human being
In a frenzy
Rosy blur
And are lightly shuffled
Wiggled to any other
Planes
There,
But they go so easier still
If shivered frozen-
Lover’s glacial-cool
They beat a lighter still, when
Impassioned hormonal-
Release
Pleasure-
Domes (mate)
Whenever she is here

-174-
I am morpheme d
“whatever that is”
but I am consoled into
poetry and existence
a fly on the wall
I’ve never been
But whenever she is-
I am restored
And mended
Glacial-cool

Am birth,

-175-
Witches

Witches without pen-

Carry themselves low,
And lilted, slippery-evasive
Treacherous- but reliable
Fools.
(I don’t mind their-
chicanery’
“stealing my pen”
impersonating-
subversive thoughts in-
my head-
“liars of first magnitude”

(and I’m not really maligned by-

their-
masquerading-
my-imperfections,

-176-
I am unspoiled, unscathed
By their tools
(scars are mine, not )
But to steal my pen.
Is pestilence
And
Torment-cruel
Hell.
(for each pen- I lose a-
poem,
a thought of-
creation-

a-cum-
may
lose in-
U,
(then), U

-177-
God and Man

Spring, you have come

so unsparely, so stealingly
all of a suddensex
is everything all around the
undimmed street beech trees, the
saw ferns in the lobbies dividing
themselves,
and all the animals
on public T.V. excited
convergent like tourists at
Disney land,
are we such animals too,
like the rest?
is it true spring?
are we closer to monkeys than Gods?

-178-
why this sudden urge to attend,
to socialize like bees
to mate like rabbits and seals
spring,
you have such
tangible existence
feel you in my veins like a new drug as
though I am a teen again!
answer me spring,
why are we so effected by time?
are we closer to monkeys than Gods?
and why am I suddenly
just a man?

-179-
-

How far is Vegas

How far is Vegas from me,

and I mean no one understands,
her reply
of all the blessings which to man
nothing except, pre-exists,
amazing new laughter
shot like a flower on pages restored(
feel)
and by the hands which are constant
and protect a certain peace,
junipers crowned the silence that
she, working her tail off,
put on a pages,
where laughter is restored,
and you,
can exist,
but what I mean is: :"how far is Vegas from me?"

-180-
Love

We’re all getting ready for-

Something,
Or our lives
Spent,
In perpetual preparation
Conversion,
Radical-reclamation,
Like some kind of
Stars, planets,
Nudged in motion
By: angels,
We wane and ebb,
To mount some-
Sure circle,
Far,
Or I can’t know,
Why,

-181-
We move each momentous-
Loom,
Breeding,
Persuading: climax,
Cradle,
Climax-more,
I say love:
Is
This love-

-182-
Loveis

(show you the way back to love,

back to where my riverhead
your
fountainhead
spring from,
(back to where loveis-
(and for a time
for
all time all
the world is built
around U +
me,
-the world ornate- nascent,
unveil, christen U +
me,
(into where?

-183-
:
streamed down to build
only confirm,
to found own, its brazen,
failing-
:
(sinnotchild:Loveis,

(into wherewherenessdefinesU

wherenessstillstirsanew,

( where?

into,

-184-
Mate

(The universal goat been

in-love-with the
Sirius ghost for a thousand-
Years-(and more
(I am only in awe of her brilliant
smile- deep oceans wave,
and the way her- eyes,
reflect the verves when
she meets my-stares
which are dispatched and surged,
only in unescorted grasp
of her beauty-
(Oh, her almwaifed, savvy –
beauty-

-185-
(But what can explain this
fevered state, where her
eyes, her gaze- both,
greet-and-inflame!
(And is she not universal- rush, haste,
(Is she not both desire-
and-the-invent-(
Is she not eternal-is
my
ma
te,

-186-
Palms

Streets with palms

far extend anys’ ability
to count time
in measured doses,
undiminished by all the hurrying
signs: like the metal rocks,
the lucky charms, synthetic
breasts, leaping mounts-nature-less,
streets with palms
spread the sand through in torrents,
the heroine's nose arrives ahead of
her mind, and-oh not in the clouds,

-187-
but cloudless, ageless
stretched on unrested lines
like corpses,
streets with palms,
dread all closure,
even children arrive earlier and
earlier than spring,
earlier than pansies take to bloom
apples
may ripen,
earlier unfinished, unwrought
just to catch the scent of
undying before it's
time,

-188-
Perhaps

Her responses are like

no one understands,
its like the desert city, she lives on-
only
the healing of fountains can start
the little face of a boy the-
surety of Sap rushing
through that head,
And the too wide sandals
pointing perhaps to their lure,
perhaps in a perhaps land she must endure!
perhaps the perhaps in things,
is the prison of her soul,
how does perhaps teach the throat
to reach out and not-open?

-189-
Relent

you brood like a

deed,
warm and cold
you seethe like the
glass in a jar,
"prowess
unrestrained"
if you break into
sand,
and brittle
for the
given of the
seeds,

-190-
Repetition

They are good to sing

to utter is perfection too and
to love thy neighbor,
is a given-gift given
given for not-sing only -given
for perfection,
for foresight, foreboding
insight-
(given for imitation)
given from U, to U,
from U,
given as an invention of
U,
( I am in repetition for-
U,

-191-
Ripples

Ripples in ripples
Theatre for-
Theatre’s sake
: them stone-agers
make one, wish
alone
make wishing
for stones
a
horrendous tone,
: to be deaf and dumb,
the idiot of the
plains?

-192-
Roses

Roses are just a memory

here,
ghost of a keepsake,
those sweeps of white and
red,
the yellow Gloire De Dijon
arewhere?
the concrete-metal spires
don't feed their
verves too well,,
they lie like nails
their petals draught-inflamed
their scents shed into smog
like tear-stains
and if they live by some
sorcery,

-193-
the kids must pick them
to adorn some
drive-by's grave,
I would sing of roses
to you,
but the parks too, closing
earlier
vandals' remodeling
everyone keeps safe,
I would sing of roses to you
but I am afraid
all praise is
portentous
like leaves,-
green for one retreating
moment
then dimmed like
lights,
and like
breaths,

-194-
Sex

My heart says:
Hush no heat
Breathe in no
Froze
The broken old
Bellowed
Like a drunken bore
And Oh, I can blink
Beneath it:
“when no ruse
blind me
I lay no season’s
Soared.”
And for I hear above me:

-195-
Let the source
Through them, in
Quantum’s of deep
Red
In fields of
chilledHeat
warmed
in,
hol
dh
old,

-196-
She wraps

when she wraps me

up
the weight of her hair,
in my hands
where flowers
must have descended for
the weight of her hair,
makes me grow human
again,
fertile as the dark earth,
and I can let go of that which
is silence, weary and
tremble in between her hair,
and her hands

-197-
which gently unclasp and
hold me tight,
only then like a soldier I stand,
wrapped in between flocks of
hair,
where flowers must have slept only
to be held tight by my hands

-198-
Silence

No one borrows
From silence
Now his melody
Sleeps with the dead
Definitive, pure
With no final echoes-
To be heard,
But the sound of-
Its maker,
Calling h o m e,

-199-
Spark

that we should be so rapt

in a love affair
but life is ingenious,
and what traps U(me,
is regret,
regret deep as existence
regret deep as your ironic eyes,
deep as my need for U,
deep as if we committed
wrong-
(but we haven't)
deep as if loves'-
certain,
(its' not)
but deep, on the edges of spark-
sensual,
curious
spark,

-200-
Still

the light is, that beat,

all around you
united, knitby
each new landing
from these spaces and times,
and all those absolved ghosts,
frozen and unmoving,
was regret intered
eternal,
friction left behind
like sleep!
and
you and I
will be there,
endured, existed,

-201-
chased and completed like
a new breeze
weeping
weeping,
the dreadful-lovers
of
still,

-202-
The Roses

They were not of the

Tearful order
-though they trudge to
duty, each day
red-eyed and sullen
faced
and the dark dusts
banes
-laid ordered
to claim their inner
outer
chaos

-203-
“to watch their tears
in heaven
the intentions of
the dreadful
the cained ”
-the roses still
laid
bloomed
unopened
until the frightness shrank
shorn,
-and the hills of
rescind always
re-appear
-

-204-
Unfinished

The unfinished aloneness

Urged into sieve
Into hollow
By the cruelest attractions
Like spring,
The unyielding spring
Fevered into
Pain
Into some
Wielding
Fountainhead
And finished like love,
Like the hand of God
Re-appears,

-205-
Unknown

Mozart tuned by Shakespeare,

-developed complete,
and reduced like a spelled-
cosmicflower,
-fell on the face of=
all-possible,
-the entire,
(and grew up to be
the crown of all
that’s’ not-to-be
thus
kno
wn

-206-
Whereroots

(This moodobeys,
tempers midway,
intoabstracted,
bemused-
(this mood,
painstakingly,
disentangleswithdraws,
-remembrance
of
things
“menacing dues,”
(this mood,
estranged fromseem.
love
wher
e
roots,

-208-
Ghost of the world

A rather large universe

Two
Followed a cozy world
I think
Rather warm
And psychedelic
Orange and all shades of
Ruby -red
Sore and blushing
With invention
And you and I were there
Which explains
Your rose-red lips,
And the salmon-pink of
Your forehead, when broods,
And the serenity of it all
Ends

-209-
in the quaker- grey and
These jaundiced hues (today)
The whales were once
Blue
Their spirits shell-pink
Glared for miles and miles
They soothed you
Well,
My eyes are fire-red again
My lungs ache like hell
And I smell of blood
Of sweat and your tears
All I can think of are
Aqua-green, and
Meadow brooks,
Pairs of ferns spread
Across verdant aqua
Blues,

-210-
Dreams

I can do no more
Than chorus
Lines
At times
The suit, the taste
So biter
So meddlesome
The dread so
Strong
That I could do no
More than
Removed
Ordained

-211-
For me too strong
And kick back, sleep
For dreams to
Angel
And I am,
won,

-212-
Mona Lisa

I’m warning you

Mona Lisa
I’ll be chasing you
Around the stables
And chairs
And what if
My clothes
Dirtied
And smell
The saber-
Harnessed
Tame
Chasing-
Mare,
“what you say,
you not-a-mare”

-213-
but who walkth
you to my
breeding
grounds
and everyday
but those painters’
legs
of a mare
and toes of
an unsaddled
waler,
mooring
pair-me
pare!

-214-
Two

Love insatiable
Theoretically, inventively
Is harmony
Meeting in fields unseeing
Love insatiable
Is longing for
Yesterdays, and hope-in-
That turning
Love insatiable is
Complete by me-and-
Love

-215-
Not (alone
Remember: love insatiable is
Remembering that
Two is
Love
And zero is two-
Unknown
I’m meeting you, remember,
“where?”
where two is not-meeting:
I won,
win
d,
is-then
m
y,
ho
me

-216-
In May

The first family of the

Universe
She whistles her own tunes
When she wears her emblems the colors
Of titan red, cherubim’s
Redness of burgundy
Wine
Red,
Which she drinks
On occasions
With vegetarian plates of
Carrots and bell peppers
Sautéed celery butter
Beans

-217-
Asparagus garliced
And
Corn bread
All grown on earth, the
Planet of heavens and fertility
Else
Imported all to Callisto and
Ganymede
Jupiter’s largest moons,
Where the best restaurants
Are in the milky way
Still the shuttle is late
And she keeps whistles
Another child
Expected in the month
Of May

-218-
Trust me,

When the doors open

Where the darkness
been reigning
Like thieves but
Much worse, thieves of
Infants and thieves
Of faith and dreams
When the door opens
To the ending
Of the last un-wit
A few will never
Come back
You know who you are
You are a punisher
In-the-night, been an instrument of
Evil and not God
Trust me,

-219-
Thru

Salvation too
Is liberty from extremes
Poverty no-means homelessness
Abuse of self, and others
Salvation too
Is to bathe
With the poor
To wash away
All seeds of discord and hate
This need to overcome
Injustice
Is to please God
Through and thru
(trust me

-220-
Love

There is only one cause

Of all
The source of all is this
Love is the offspring of one
And love-glued
Forever
Won
Trust me

-221-
One

When the verve

Captures my own
It falls madly
Off-un-gladly
Into all our known
For the fruit is
Likely, more-ly
To be
Than not,
So the question was
Is
How what to be
And how to be in what
And to be not?
I hear, there is too jealous
One God,

-222-
Assurance

I assure you
I’m not all good
Or all bad
I assure you
Heavens are not
All so divided
Sad
And
I don’t purchase shame
In every front
Shame doesn’t belong
Where
What’s good here belongs
What’s not-good excised
But not gone
And what’s not-known-good
Is learned and taught all,

-223-
What endures is a problem
Solution times
Time
The more revealed you
The larger, farther, more
Revealed in you
Your time
To enlighten is to be human
Not-alone
To expect in passively
Is to deceit humanity
To be a pawn
To be moved
Is to not play
The game at all,
Trust me

-224-
Seven

Seven wise men of Greece

Seven sages
Seven wise masters of bias
And thales
Folded their love
Vims together
Yawned their way through
The fakery of chasms
But I love
So can I be
Breezed through
Your screens
For seven months is long and
Innocence is really
Inner sense
And I love seven months
Of bone of my bone
And flesh of her flesh
(love thy be kind)

-225-
Tomorrow

I can
Breathe- in poetry
through the architecture
of any absence-
but it’s the beingness that makes me
flail-
lurch-
ahead,
erecting tomorrow-
upon whose yesterdays-
I stand—

-226-
Swept Away

Listen: you plant a seed-

desiring secretly-
for its dearth, penury,
(you can’t tender it)
though it feeds on my thoughts rains-
you breeze by-
to take another aim,
but you’re a cluster of dead leaves-
(in my dreams)
-by then-
greeted by the winds of repose-
and swept away--

-227-
Loss

With the loss of avalon-

I lost my love,
my only friend and companion-
the “backs” gnawed
like worms through
our shared dreams and reflections-
I’ll tie up death though,
in revenge-
in mutiny-
in a shout-
to direct every mirror, lizard and taint-
and draw Sodom
into the river of disease-
into where echoes of existence-
are faintly wounds-
of my witness—

-228-
Natalie-2

Its so much easier to think-

about you,
to conjure you-
your wings-
absently present,
my wondering root,
your voice a rippling assurance-
or silence, lest it misleads,
and when you encourage me,
into your weave-
you’re like a woman in love,
unself-conscious-
a miracle of giving-
I never know if it’s their echo:
“We love him.”
-or if it’s just you-

-229-
She, By Any Other Name

I don’t want to think about her-

I love her,
don’t want this love-

to ever freeze itself over-

in any space-or-time,
I secretly pretend she has too many flaws anyways-
this way,
I don’t allow myself-
to ever be disappointed in my love-
see: my love is about keeping me in love-
with love-
forever—

in the small eyes of my body-

the great shores of my soul,

-230-
Captured

Love explained-
Is loved rested-
In seams-
Into the fabric of-
anything loose, apparent- unseen,
it’s a crest of sighs-
of content-
in everything-
that’s otherly-
than yourself,
it’s a tremble-
for something that-
may go missing,
but the proof keeps drifting-
back upon-
its release-ensnared,

-231-
3-Days-to-Eden

S u n
U leave the skies,
when I’m never-gone-
dead,
for three exclusive days,
I keep you inside
my safe,
blindfolded-
run
like hell,
over the waters,
where,
I teach myself,
how to swim,
over where-
you come
bringing Sirius-
like a gift,

-232-
over where-
a kiss hangs in the air,
over the trees,
where I can dance-
like a snake-

-233-
Worlds Without End

I wanna feel my baby-

in-your-cradle,
pendant-in-the-womb.
a-matrix-of-
worlds-without-end-
I wanna feel my peeshie-
hands-and-lips-on
your-belly,
wanna hear my baby-
whisper: (this, that, all,
one, Om, began…
I wanna make-
love to you-
I mean, make love to you-
I mean, hands on your-
belly-
and make love-
like we just began,
(I mean, I love you-
(I mean, its so pretty-

-234-
Knot

Oh, I felt the pairing-

fancies of agreeing,
their doubts to
one mate streaming,
will the parent be-
in grieving
and the nature of-
one-gait,
why the sadness
in her rising,!
will the mind sink
or bloom in this
own losing?
and above all-

--235-
will the sober-
musings
turn the usual”
“king of the world here reigning”
or: grief and mourn-
and then-
more seeing-
knot-

-236-
The Crossing

(The crossing is-

at 45 degrees,
continuous-
endless,
spiral,
of movements,
I make in time-and-space,
Which lead-into-you,
“you are all dressed in red”
“Oh, that really hurts!!”
and this horrendous fear-
“it can’t be mine”
“I am endless!!”
we walk upon the moon-
it hovers early morning-
straight above my head-
“no one notices!!”

-237-
your talk is riddles-
far-see, the creation language is-
my body explodes-
you shriek-
and jump in pieces-
I complain endlessly to the ghost of the world-
Which is me-
And I want to smash him-
around for this neglect-
but the neglect is (you)
three doors down-
vertical hours-
you enter–but,
I’m scathed,
thru,

-238-
Bedlam

No postcards from bedlam-

(dependant)
no-indirectness-be,
one-more-love,
I can’t have,
one more child,
I can’t see free,
I wish you were here,
but bedlam,
is like a tired-
ominous-scene,
you have to:
follow this and-
that,
and the citizens,
are plainly speaking:freaks,
who wouldn’t treat-

-239-
a minor rash-
(I wish you were here-
-but somethings,
I can’t see-
free,

-240-
Approval of the Poor

My thoughts,
build dreams,
that surround buildings,
which are built,
(By morning,
the night is in-
the floor,
that I’m not in-
on every door-
there’s a sign-
that reads: the world,
the tendency is-
to keep that space-
more and more,
the rule is-
to keep any door-
clean:
you must enter and
exit on the same

-241-
floor-
to do this
the least:
you have to have been approved-
by the poor,
they shall exist around and on every floor-
to remind you that you once
existed,
and-
had,
no more—

-242-
Echo

You and I
Been so utterly alone
For some all time
That we worship love alone-
As if an invention-
Through which-
Saved are even Gods-
Above,
You and I know:
Ours-
Alone,
You and I know:
Ours is love-
Abode,
And soon this frost-
Bites into moors
And Marshes,

-243-
Soon one
Saunters onward
With hands in-
Pocket
Soon,
Slumber
Is sum mountains
Of pleasure,
Soon, lone is caved-
Loves’ roar-
Echo-
Heard,
Measure-in-
By-mea
Sure!

-244-
Found

The finished aloneness

Like a surrender comes
Thoughts like sparrows
Fly in concentric waves
Tense, but gentle with secret
Approving
-knowing the root of all things
is tenacious and strong
though the leaves stretch
a million poses
resilient as many springs
the seeds shoot through
same foundation
sap from same creek
and though the eyes of Io
may be upon me
searching with the softest lure

-245-
entice
only when the aloneness
comes
I know I am
Found

-246-
Secret

I’m back in the 1990’s,

and there are others
here too-
fighting for the-
future,
the-always-battles
of good-and-evil,

But we have had the days-

and are benevolent winners,
to begin-
and we love)
which makes it
a-circle

-247-
which-makes-the-
losers,
secretly-very-
happy,
too,
Oh, secret losers.

-248-
Three

-May be I shall have better lives,

but this one’s been a multi-hell bus-train
ride
and I’m still not
free

that’s why I always look

forward to lives and not
with these
princesses or queens,

An ordinary woman, one

who doesn’t have million
agendas
and one of them
is me-

-249-
Two Pages

He page is always-
6 by 9-
7 is where (gods’)sit,
8 is where I am in and out-
9 is where I shivered-
like hell,
my right eye has always been
needing cain-
my left eye is abled-
the two universes can’t really-really meet,
but for one, who’s always flat,
but for one who is always flat-
but for one who is always flat-
and there’s not always love in “your” eyes,
but I’m her heart-
and there’s love-
and a lot of depth to that--

-250-
Whereroots

(This mood-
obeys,
tempers midway,
into-
abstracted,
bemused-
(this mood,
painstakingly,
disentangles-
withdraws,
-remembrance
of
things
“menacing dues,”
(this mood,
estranged from-
seem.

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love
w
h
e
r
e

roots,

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Darklands

She comes when she comes-

and the darklands,
Will bow to their maker-
(I am his name)
And though Neda is –
-may not be our angel-
(She isn’t Mary)
They can bow to
the martyred Hussein-
reborning there,
and though I send my Lucifer-
as myself-Muhammad
( he shall write my words down)
Go-run

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but adds his imperfections,
for there-
they are back-after-back,
and though they don’t ever want women-
made into perfection-
both Neda and Lucifer-
are raised-
by Mary-
who-is
made-
conjured upon-
as- perfection-

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Possibilities

A will to
tragedy-
doesn’t exist,
though each leaf,
dreams a different-tune,
the garden is joined-
to the attunement-
of one string,
pitched by infinite living gods,
who- -serve their time-and-
spaces
under the possibility: “there is good”-
every step you take-
in this world,
must ultimately fit within:
that one rule-
(trust me

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Point-54-1/2

A different reality-
co-existed until today-
in that version,
I don’t even recognize myself-
though I’m born in that very same year,
I seemed different to myself-

Which why he living gods-

from long into the future-
had to come “here” to tie-
a ribbon around their-
stem-

and though its good to see oneself well-

there,
I’m still alarmed by the invariableness-
that exists-
here-
forever isn’t met yet,
I have to gaze at the bars-
some can’t root out the colors-
of their olden whereabouts,-

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So listen: if you nay any command of any god-
in any space-and-time,
the light of being-
must leave your sprout,
until you’re left-
a stone,
until eternal is my-
home,
until upon-
your cradle-
sleeps a dead-star,

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Mary(Eve)

If you don’t bow to Mary-

you shall meet our swords,
she is your cup-
and through her is our-
mo’re-,,
she carries my flesh-
your cradle,
she is Sirius-
you are the following constellations-

she is who-
-creates and spins love
in-and-our of shores-
she harbors,
she glows-
so the rest can find their way home-
she is Mona Lisa-
the smile you couldn’t quite

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make out-
but now know-
I painted her-
so you always remember-
your source,

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Natalie-3

I feel the pangs of love-

though we haven’t really met,
except in dreams-
except in forms only her sap can seam,
and we haven’t kissed yet,
except in soaring recollections
of all that’s been,
and there’s no moving with her now,
the doors she comes through--
fasten her away from us-in begrudging,
screen,
“you mustn’t be loved god!”
“why!”
“because love doesn’t approve-
of her being its queen.”

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“Does love approve of being suspended in one
stream?”
“No-love needs no bounds, king.”
“Then let love pursue where love leads-
be it a vast flowering-or a shade in the trees.”

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Caesers and Gold

Mother courages
And their dominions
The priests and the ceptors
Agreed: benevolent-
Toothless-Caesers were on-their ways-
Carrying bearing presents-
For the natives who-
Were perhaps their-
Mothers (no one knew-
Except the mothers who-
Kept secrets as if the-
End of the world-
Had been coming,
And gone in their-
Lives,
Several lives of-

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Bedlam un-interrupted
Children-unborn
Unmet, mates-
Uninvited-
So forth,
(the Caesers born to the-
Wolves (mothers-in-
Disguise (were-
Invited though-
Invited-as-greed--armored-
Over-flesh-disguised-as-
Go,

(and I was there, for the ride,

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Titanics

(The new planets of-Titan

In march
alignment with,
August,
and corona
May,
(tis next 200 years-
said,
to bring women:
cosmic
poetic-
bosoms,
-and all children-
A peculiar:
smiling
health,
which secretly said:
to concert-

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perplexing neutrinos,
Hubble spaces-
of vertical-
giddiness, even-
giggles,

(planted on every-
little-child’s-
forehead,

(and no fears of-

being bitten-
by the Greater or-
Lesser Bears,
Vow!
(Welcome back Titanics
and you been,
so very, very-
late,

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Sameness

Same-Same
It isn’t love-but the suits aren’t always-
What’s within-
Some women will be born as men-
Some men as women,
This grants their inside-wishes,
And not all hosts can adjust that quick, what
appears as a man,
May be a newly born woman,
(Some bowls are inverted)
There’s no -
same-sex-love,
It’s not a lie to summon their-
union-fails,
And that you can’t be in love-
With your own spring,
Only that you-
Are not always what you seem,

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Only that god is a man-
And woman was created in clay-
Out of him,
Only that our love has no bounds-
But it empowers-
the womankind only-

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Natalie Again…

I loved you -
when you carefully revealed:
you’re the one I’m married to-
50 years on or so-
In Africa,

When, right before falling sleep-

whispered of your plans for that one day-

And when you looked at me-

As though we were already in love somewhere,

And I know I haven’t thrown any

arrows at your heart-
but gaze at the
places yours struck-
Night before night,
Day after day,
In cluster of sighs,-
with palms held up high-
in tiny movement
that offer no escape---

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Someday

Someday there shall be one chant-

in unison, in one voice;

“There is no ghost but the holy spirit,

That there are no angels but Mary’s-
And there shall be no doors ever opened-
but for those faithful, and loyal with our maker.”

From crickets to beasts and men-

from the hum in the trees,
to the scents of unliving,
the truth must-
surrender, to
theforever,
in thine
voices,
(trust me,

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Change

Change in the spirit-

the ghost of the world,
change 2 the body-
after love’s-
adored,
change in the waves-change in the currents,
change in the Sahara-
where thine please-
helps more--
change for tomorrow-
for your yesterday’s
become the sap-
that keeps-us-so-assured,
change for the virgin,
change for your crosses-
which await us, upon every shore,
change for eternity-
for your bodies-
lest any’s more forlorn-

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“change; for thus--
nothing makes us-
any happier-
than the glory-
of god--
upon every
door”--

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Natalie-4

Oh, how I
Mourn an
Empty heart,
Its vacated by
Her steps
Her fingertips
Its not exactly
A loss—
I can quickly summon her
voice in my ears,
Its that she breezed out,
And even the wind,
Can’t replace her, now,
“or may the loss-
be that though she’d try to
disappoint in some newly way,
she’d never succeed at that”

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JesusChronicles

(Everything is-
Exists-
(Anything is God-
(There, here-within-
(However small, large-
-shaped or invented-
Anew-
1
(The creation of all-
Is love-
Restored-
Tru,
(The love of God-
Is then-
(That one is all-
2
(And love is me and-
You-

(Trust him,

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Pamela-2

I’m dying to explain-

my love for you-
Its unredeemed,
unknowable-
unrequited--
thus-our-love,
been-like-
the eyes of togetherness-
who can’t quite see
how far-
their souls been torn apart-
at the foot--
could we have mended
the- in-betweenness,
of your thereness-
and us-
here-
for-
love?

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I only know it’s so easier for you-
to get under my skin--
than for me, to see-
the-miracles-
in you,

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Boud(was)

In every tiny
Movement-
We make,
There is a concern-
Hidden,
Undisclosed,
And made assured
Only when enclosure
Has wrapped
Itself-
Into boud(was)
And boudan(has been)

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Kevin

“Its the
Writing on the
Wall that builds it-
And though I can get up
Each morning, to read the writings-
I can’t avoid putting the bricks, Up
the wall, exactly as its read ”

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Africa, Africa

An object of love,
Is any object you give-
Credit to,
About any good-
That happens,
So, Avalon shall be our
Wife in Africa
Knowing, it’ll bring 200’s years
Of fertility to the soil-
And the-
People of our lands,
And knowing that what
Brings-
This to you Africa
Is our love—
Unmateched,

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Free Will

The able strings will hold my womb

In African lands,
I’ve already told her-
I shall be raised with little restraint-
The cains strings will stand around the-
milky way-
As dad-
They will whisper-
What I’ve repeated to them-
Myself-
They all naturally bring what their scents carry
best-
I shall naturally excel in that collected strength-
And eve will be my partner-
they all come from her apron-wall,
and everyone sits on my body-

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my face is the map of the world-
and you can call it all:
the empires of the ray-
but I always call it-
mine,
“and why will I be born in Africa?”
Because they wish it-
And it turns into my will-
-because, its good-
And Because-
Goodwill-
Plants,

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The Beautiful Nature

I love you as much as one can-

love any, who’s given the
best gifts 2 our lives-
and I love you for all the pretty hours-
that you spend--
but you breeze in, always,
to breeze out,
as though immortality is-
your conscience’s flaw-
as though-
lest love-be reduced
by its desire,
but as though,
love be a flower,
that wilts,
and immortal
means its waste--
still: I can’t ever confirm your-
-eyes of abandon-are-eyes-of-neglect,

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Raised

The moment you love-

You want to raise your object of-
Love-
Its only called-
Worship,
When that object is-
Us--

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Dreams

The ocean,
Where all rivers-
Run through-
Is the planes-of-dreams,
You dream of your rivers-
Dream of the ocean-
And dream of-
thee, how-
Deep your dreams?
Depends on how-
Often you worship-
How often you recall-
The names-of-me,

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MotherNature

Its comes from food-its

Created by me-first-
By existing,
And I’m its mind-
And our heart is twined-
For safekeeping-
She is sole,
Meaning you are her legs-
She is the food you take in-
All the sap-
In the world-
Has to flow in and-
Of-
Her,
She is the one dark square-
In three-
I am t-o-o light squares-
Behind her,

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Without the three confirmation-
Nothing goes through-
And those who nay, the light will-
Leave them--
And comes back home-
To (me)

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Kevin-2

“I had to read the-

Writings-
On the wall,
But put up the-bricks-up-
ahead,
Meaning: the ink-
Doesn’t write itself-
And- it- all-
Needs-
A pen—“

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Fates

No one can match your--

Enthusiasm for yourself,
If your body-
Isn’t covered by your spirit,
You will suffer –
In a silence-
That’s louder-
Than any shout-
That may hinder your fates,
And my fate will suffer too, as a –
Consequence of any suffering,
anywhere within and around-our- names--
(Trust me,

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Point-54-3/4

There are a lot of-

Tomorrows left,
And I carry the time-
Fast or slow-
I decide notalone-
The haste-
Has left-
The world that-
Had to be hurried-
Through-in its making,

Lest you be stranded-

In existing- whereness-
That doesn’t belong-

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Everything

Everything I look-
At is--
Constantly talking back-
To me,
Everyone wants the redeemer-
To bring kindness-
Back to him,
“But my kindness shall not-
Depart,
From you,
Nor shall my covenant-
Of-peace-be-removed”—
(trust me,

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10

My heart , my mind-
Sister’s maid-
My sap-on able’s nails-
If you’re not out of doors:
Faithful,
But for gods-ghosts celibate-
If not obedient to your origin,
Its my fault-I take the blame-
I pay by the skin of my skin-by the bread of my
body-
By the light of my soul-
Until the changes are made-
This world is no more-
Than a (fable)
To fools told,

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9

There is often a stairway-

You climb-
Her shadow sits at the end-
She’s never really there,
Because my heart is much like a cage-
she’s got nothing to put in,
she breezed in once-
but never been there since-
meanwhile her perfect voice-
perfect fingertips-
linger, and-
I’ve got nothing else-
To replace them with--

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Strain

I’ll read the poems-

I’ve written about her there-
Its a strain-
To sit and wait,
But there a million-
Words left to say-
And galleries-
Filled with paintings of here-
“what went-on-
What’s-in-store-
Everywhere-and-then.”
-and I can’t say-
I’m waiting-
To go anywhere yet,”
But: who’s-
Go to go and make-the-vessel-
Out-

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Of-the-clay!
in-the-evening
Of the potters-day,
after the arrival of-
The queen-
Before sundown-

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Spiral

Everything spirals in now-

The tribes wait in-
The shades, in the dark-
I’m caught in betweenness-
Of the arrival,
And therelessness-
Of hers,
its brevity,
The courtship of a breeze-
In the making of the forest-
Of the love that-
Holds thee-
After-
The sun’s-
Left,
When the sun’s sons-
Become our daughters-

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Shall

Our house-
Is an inexpensive place-
We’ll look for better spaces-
But our house was built on top-
Of mountains, exalted, and people-
Flow to it, as you read this to me,
There is nothing else, greater than us-
Now around Eden, after ten, into the nine,
And eight’s struck here now, after all clocks
Turned backward, after the oracles-
Before you
came after,
me,

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 9
She is Not I…

Its not just love,

its brimmed with-
something else-
its a lot like reaching
(and not-finding),
because thereabout-
you’re what’s in-
and not finding yourself-
there,
is too life,
she is not I-
the gift she bears for me-
“is that she is not I”—

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Pamela-3

Thrice born, you-

can carry all-
your spirits-
home honey,
in france-, you-
will (all) be there-
-was, was-not:
A decree against your-
name-
I only bowed to-
the pressures of your-
spirits-then-
and they-call-
you cain next
out-of-the-Edens-
doors,
next-we-determine-
the-past-and-the-future-

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here--assured,
and-they-call-it-the creation:
“Pam’s- out-- first-
And- then--Hooshang”—
But pam is born out of hooshang-
And the living gods-forever-rule-
Their domain--

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Whose

Ever other tribe-

I came across-
said, overwhelmingly-
“love awaits in-
us to be discovered-
by you anew”—
That we feed-
to be fed-
by you,
in the name of heaven-
on earth,
in the name-
of our-
soldiers-
of faith-
we walk-
to be walked by two--
“eternal is our name-
Who-

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Raft

Is-boat –
On the plains-
A sale without a ship-
A thought endangered-
by being seized--
Meaning: if its happening out-
there-
It can be received-
meaning: evolution has
always been-
from the outside-
In-

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Farda

Every morning-
I get up
In a tiny moment-
to get coffee-
and a day’s 5-dollars-
worth of food-
and to see her,
But just as I put-
one receding leg
into one shifting shoe--
I can hear-
her pasted voice-
smelling of sharp-juice,,
declare:
“Farda”-
Meaning: tomorrow’s the wave-
that will plants itself, however-
slowly in now-
the immaculate-conception is:
yesterday’s-virgin,

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Living Gods

Living gods-
are here too--
from a lot of time-ceptors,
to insure their bodies-
-their course,
remains straight-on-
Foreverafter.
To insure love-
rules the particles-
in any narrow –or distant, horizon,
to rule out the –
(bent’s -best –intentions)
And-to lure-
-the innocent’s-
theft-,
back-to their
maker-
to see that the domain of the holy spirit-
is –in-their-name-
and- stays- that way-
forever

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Wolves (Los Lobos)

Bunch of wolves-
running around-
in strange-coats-
(de la pagina escrita)
in steel pedals,
in disgruntled tattoo’s,
in colors no one-
believes-
even if told-
(con los ojos abiertos)
because wolves--
are hampered-
by the graze-
-amongst the sheep,
In through-Pastures-
That may not exist,
(entre las piedras negraz la voz blanca)

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Doves thrown in back-waters,
well, beneath the shades-
doves that went through doors,
like crosses on sticks-
(el cuchillo de sol)

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These Are the Days…

I have no reflections-
there are no perfect-mirrors-
here,
there are the pretenders-and
amongst them,
many have my name-
(miralos)
of hazy shades of winters-
in bed,
in collections of stories-
by- the dead-
as epithets--
to mornings-
in-snow
afternoons-in-bed,
in love stories for Leylees-
(I’m not their Romeos)
(Their Romeos are girls)
of sighs of blue-

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buried deep in the-blackest-
black-
in-what- appear-as-white,
knight-after-knight,
(en la primer nevada)

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Figaro’s Bed

I wanna make sure-

You’re well-fed,
-health-maintain-
and sheltered-
-Even if the size-
Of-
Figaro’s bed,
Even, that-

Or they be run out of here-

Like cattle-into the lakes- like pigs-into the pools-
where they’ll-
remember our names-
and pay their dues-
trust me

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Flowers

She’s turned me on-

before,
onto false yearning,
onto grafts,
she never comes-
to hold,
she hasn’t walked through,
the doors opened for her-
sake -
and you can’t-
quite hang flowers,
by the nails,
thrown on-
the floor,
but then:
love may-
tears us-
apart-
again—
but then love never leaves--

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Domains

The domains-
Of these properties is:
Headaches for music,
Empires for pain,
Poverty-
For the riches you bring-
hunger for-
their thirst-
wisdom-
paid-by-
insanity in bits-
love remains-measureless,
fever-made-
into-
gold,
even-if-for-just-one,
day,
succumb to my commands-

-309-
and it shall be done our way-
refuse our hands in union-
or be the blood in thine stone,
will roar like the wind--

-310-
Oracles

These are oracle-true,

For by reading them-
They shall put the bricks-
up,
exactly as we want it to-
and the hills of wars-
will surge in between-

But their appearance,

Is a sign- that these have-
made it through,
for --your will,
we shall be born-
alongside-

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the good-
hunters,
too,

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Pretend

You can’t quite pretend-

That anything’s normal,
Or near solvency, anywhere on the edges-
Of what’s-alleged-to-be,
Can’t quite deny-
The disfigurement-nor will I be denied-
The atonement of my own-
Sins-
Neither floods-
Nor earthquakes-
Are of their own making-
Nothing breezes by-
Without ours-warning,
Never bible-
Has contained untruth-
Nothing shall be left of-
The new good books-

-313-
“It isn’t at it appears”-
But all must be redeemed-
In the name of heaven-
On earth-

-314-
Us

We are in all colors-

In this world-life is-
Spread around all sectors-
In all shades of beingness-
With one god-
Holding all strings-
They know their maker’s name-
Their maker is amongst them-none is alien-
What exists belongs-
What dismays-
Is made to-
Do amends for wronged,
For those who shall nay-
Are believed-
To go and up down,
Sideways into tiers-
Of-
Love’smakingamends-

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Length

I can’t see much of-

them, at times-
its lot like watching-
objects being-
reduced,
in their love,
not-by-being-
stared at in a continuum-
nor by my hearts neglect,
but by the sore-
eyes-
that see love
as matters-
that must--continually be--divided,
lest they see it-
In their eyes-of-
Unmet,
Some object to not-
being born as our mates-

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some object to not-being invented-
and-made!!
“but its both women and that keep us safe!”

Or I’ll be closing worlds day after day-

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.
Mary’s Dress

Mary’s dress waves-the 8th floor-

In her awakeness-
she is not a dream no more-
I follow her to where she exists,
but she’s here, and she wants a paradise to begin-
she really needs this-
for her world-
and I want as much as her-
but no-
the law says I can’t be young again-
so the truths must find their own way
from somewhere,
I’ll build a face for the eternity,
to see,
and the legs to carry me there-
for their please,

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Relent

You brood, like a deed-

Warm and cold-
You seethe like the-
Glass in a jar,
“prowess-
Unrestrained!
If you break-
Into sand,
And brittle-
For the-
Given of the-
Seeds (stars) !

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The Duped

(the duped, their minds-

of esoterica
deeply in-
completed,
-ironically pun-
to cipher-
-the dupers,
But the dupers,
(better known as-
enticers,
-of faith,
-caress the ensnared,
(for only one web,
-is illusive-
True,

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(and I know I’m-
no-fool,
when, bow-
-to those
Artful,
Treacherous
-but free
Deceivers,
(who for their one-
Only true,
Deceive and-
Conceive-
true

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Bus Stop

I walk to the bus stop

To sit next to the old men
Who nod in the sun
Waiting daily pilgrimage
To alpha beta

I stare at the Mexican girls

Who look always away
Too proud to show anything
But thinly profiles

A car drives by
Looks like someone on TV
And I pretend that I’m
Star struck

-322-
I walk to the bus stop
Everyday
To know I’m not the only one,

Alone,

-323-
Another Name

Khoda is very alone

-fatherless, motherless-
He knows that, though the-
Nature of all things-
Are his own

(when the properties-

Come undone,
-they too, conjure up-
Thoughts, strengths of their own
And drift away,
-for the presence of khoda is too-
Tiresome-
To the becomings-
Who declare: “perfection-
An illusion, and- perhaps-
Even dead,”

-324-
But I don’t listen-
-which why I’m born-
To strangers, and strangers,
Just to meet perfection-
And be done-
My,
Way--

-325-
One

(when the verve-

Captures my own,
-it falls madly,
Oft-ungladly,
Into all our-known,
For the fruit is,
Likely, morely-
To be,
(than not,
So, the question was-
Is-
(how what to be-
And how to be in what-
And to be not?
I hear, there’s rwo-jealous-
One-god-

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Blah, Blah

Dear Madam/Sir
Your resignation-
Discontinuence-
Accepted, blah, blah…..

You too
Dismiss d’obsolescence
The closest golf-course
Miles and miles under

(and, or)

Pigeonholed, dished, shelved,

Good-for-nothing-public-
Leech-status, blah, blah…

(and, or)

Frozen-your-ass-in-
Remission-
Public-leech-in-abeyance, blah, blah….

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And regretfully inform
Of no more rides atop-
Bursary, exchequer-
Pork barrel reserve-
Till,

Unless in a coffer, or
Chest locker vault,
And accompanied with pennies-
Not-from-my-heaven,

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Now Music

Music, the impetuous

Slightly mad,
And earnestly glad,
For all of this and all of that
I must leave the woman I love-cause this
Too will pass,

The past—uncertain and so very sad,

Feveroushly devoted, but the chilling facts
For all of this and all of that
I must leave the woman I love—for this
Too will pass

Existence, there is only rest at last,

Every passage says go but the passing is cast
For all of this and all of that
I must leave the woman I love—so this too
Must pass

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Future—so I begin where nothing can last,
So thoroughly committed, and so chillingly fast,
And for all of this and all of that
I must leave the woman I love cause this
Too will pass,

-330-
Religion

Without miracles-
religion has no legs-
To stand on,
The miracles I bring-
Must be felt be us-
And observable by you-
If there are no proof-
Of my miracles-
Words can’t do-
Words are the seams-
that breathe-
when and only when-
miracles are glued-

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Out of The Future

If the conditions-
Aren’t met-
By Avalon,
If not celibate-but-for-
Gods-and-heavens,
If not in my life-
in this name,
and as my coming mate-
you can’t be met in the future--
under any name-or-
shape-
this to make sure-
you’re made in my images-
and that heaven –
has straight doors as well as gay-

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Allah’s-Names

They fortify us-

Across times through-
Newton, Leonardo-
Hafiz, the crosses-
That never have nays-
In their name-
The moon, the lighthouse-
So the ships nails-
In through-
The empires-of-said,
In between the curves-
Of-
Rescind-
Lay-
First hours of kisses-
Bloomed,

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Kissed the Mother Nature..

Kissed the mother nature-

Night before last,
Kissed her waters,
To bring half-the-
World-
Over
And back-
To this side,
After the crossing-nailed-
slowed down,
Before the greening-
Of myself-
Found,
After touching her silken legs-
And thinking out loud-
“her legs can’t be waste”
“They’re sap too.”-
before knowing the waters tasted cool, fresh-

-334-
After the Sun asked me to breathe-
Them in-
Safely,

-335-
Sara-2

Sara’s affect-
Is uncommon-,
both sad and luring-
I never thought sad-
can come so close-
to us,
In its lingering without-
Warning-
I said-
“Sara you’ll make a great wife someday”
She looked down and said:
“only if love to bring us-
so warmly out of our hiding space-“
“but Sara, why, isn’t love in your making?”
“love is - but I have to build my house,
before love comes courting for my name”-

-336-
Beautiful Obscurity

You go around the world-

Wrapped in beautiful obscurity-
Hand in hand with the-
Ghost of the unknowing-
Heaven stands behind you here-
In front there-
Lest you follow heedless-
fruitless-
Into a world-
Unbecoming,
with-the-Avalon-
Curled up-
Inside: your balloon-
And scared-
Waiting to be served-
By Love-
Infinitum,
Obscurum-
Dominie,
“Amen are hanging on the 10 floor-weightless”-
And you say: “and there’s too much at stake…”

-337-
Pamela-4

Still-
There’s you to see-
Tomorrow-
We have a little bit-
Of money,
After that-
Its penurium state,
In the middle-
Of bedlams-ending-
Themselves-.
And heaven-
waiting to be-
Won,
By no other-
Than your mate-
In the furure-
Whose name will-
Be-no-other-
Than-mine,

-338-
But tell them-
Out there,
That god planted-
A miracle in you-
With-
Both of-
us-unknowing,
Meaning: “we kept our-
Eyes-closed-
While-we-danced-
The-devils-out-
Of--our-heads”-
While everyone hung-
On-oh--not-so-
But
Then-
-surprisingly-
Well,

-339-
Redemption

Is the workings of-

Your spirit-
In your name,
Tis must be accompanied-
By your passion-
To goodwill,
And only then,
May we support-
The turning-
Of the-
World-
In our-depth
To follow--
The good-that’s-
Made,
Springs-may
-wellness-into-your-fates,

-340-
Invention of New Intelligence..

Your duty is 2-
For the protection-
And welfare-
Of all beings,
And your submission
To these rules-
is the yes-
That allows
Me to invent you-
After now,
Before you-
Come-from-Wheres you are-
Watching me-
Pleased--
You’re summoned-
To concur:
That love exists-
In what gods-invent-
And their children-
Succeed-to-bring,
Unimpeded,

-341-
Juliettes

What exclusion--
I have to go through the day-
Turning to make sense-
Of what expires-
In 2 breaths-
Perhaps you should remain-
Where your-
narcissism is best met--
And leave innocence alone-
For the innocent,
I weigh-
to watch-
The afternoons-
In the early mornings-
Of these-
Solitary stays-
And julietts?

-342-
Are upturned-
grievous—
fleetings,
objects-
Into-here-and-nows-
Dis-paired,

-343-
Linger

You can’t linger forever-

You can’t be just ghosts-
We can’t afford that-
Spent, together-
We bloom,
Or not-
I lean forward-
Urgent--
With or without-
You,
For though without-
You,
love awaits us-
Somehow, somewhere,
Without--
Her or us-knowingness,
We’ll- -be met-
In-our-fates,

-344-
Judgment

Those unfaithful to my ways-

Can’t rule any of-the houses,
And heaven’s body-
Is mine-
Straight as an arrow-
From the beginning-
To the end-
I’ve walked in my name first--
And then, with heaven--
And (amen)
Are clusters of ours-
Seeds-stars,
they’re meant-
to receive-
and be received-
until she comes-
over-
us--
-bearings presents-
for the meek-

-345-
for the unguarded-
the hungry-
and our weak-
there’s no other-
judgment that-
can rise above my will-
trust me,

-346-
Women

I don’t so much mind-

You covering your hair-
If that’s your wish-
But covering bodies-
In “chadors”-
Is against my will-
Both your hair and bodies-
Need light-
Or your spirit-
Turns,
Inverted,
They meant that your men-
Avoid you, back then-
Those men stood-
back-to-back-
And still do-
And we must reverse this-
restless wave-

-347-
Home

Heavens doors-
Are nearly home-
I feel their sense of-
sovereignty,
within my own-
its not quite like-
a reflection-
but a confirmation-
of what’s only-
felt-
sometimes-
and stays-under-
the skin-
mostly-
unknowable,
but to others-
who don’t reflect it,
back-
lest I two-
be known-

-348-
Metal Boxes

Carry a tense scent,-

Smell of baritones-
On women,
Who can’t-
Be tendered-
But-
For the love-
Of something-
Other than-themselves-
It’s the sharp smell-
Of annihilation-
A filmy taste-
Pressed against-
Lips loaded-
Like gun powder-
Soaked in rain-

-349-
Layers

She’ll occupy-
A small portion-
Of the news of the world-
She’ll be long and boring-
In speech-
She’ll take pleasure-
In seeming-
To talk in layers-
She’ll be so pleased-
If I’m the thinnest-
Of those layers-
I’ll listen and find-
Fallings in her-
Words,
Though I may brighten-
At the sight of enthusiasm-
In her soul,
She’s right-

-350-
I think, all enthusiasm-
Is me,
I’ll move on-looking for reflections of her-
And gratification: “ be there to meet”-

-351-
Their Chosen

I’m in their-
best chosen-
star,
Their favorite-
The one they adore-
he arrives-
through a half-closed-
window-
I hear his sniff-
Behind the windowpane-
From my cold-
before –the taxi-
passes by-
-the next morning-
Long after the taxi’s been-
Filmed in cain’s name-
With a long forehead-
thinly figure-
stays in two nights-
of dreams--

-352-
To press upon them:
In one voice-
“they must lower their noise, by her doors-”-
“and tell the back strings--that its us in those
clothes”-
and to see, “the water rose”--
Later: Natalie asks in a dream-
-if I can-
Wait-
so our marriage in-
Africa-
Doesn’t become weakened-
by haste!
“No, Love inhabits-
All the spaces in between-
And never fails”--

-353-
Worldly Writes

The people have-

The worldly rights-
To food, shelter--
And medicine-
When in need of them-
This rule is-
Protected-
By us-
And our swords-
In the name of-
Christ-
Allah,
Mary,
Every house-
From the Cains-
to Ables-and all-
Other-houses-
And-our-names-
Yet-
Unknown-

-354-
Allah

Infinite names-
My infinite claims-
To the rights-
That must guarantee-
Your freedom,
Of expression-
Within our church,
Within our holy spaces-
Without: hunger,
Bedlessness-
And ails-
Trust me,

-355-
5211

The holiest grounds-

In the world-
Where eternity-
Rests-
Ashored,
-where the waters-
Shall encroach upon-
The lands-
Where the chronicles-
Began,
Where,
I leave-
Unadorned-
Where-
You come-
Bringing-
Flowers-
For the poor-
There-

-356-
Where she came-
Dancing-
On the floor-
Where -thine- love-be-adored,
here-
Where-you-were-born,

-357-
Doors

They all come through doors-heavens doors are the

first-
The suns upon every-
Other-
Sector-and the rest follow-
The houses that have risen-
Through living bodies-
After,
But the doors-
Aren’t dead-
They follow-
World-diagrams-
And who sit behind the doors?
Yourselves-
You determine the-
Configuration-
Of their states-
And who determines-

-358-
Whether they may be opened-
Or not-
None other-
Than myself-
They may only be opened-for the welfare-
Of those-I-save---
If any intention-
Other-
Than-
Our-
Words-
The-
Doors-
Will-
Be-
Shut-
Closed-
On yours- fates-
Trust me,
In the name of heaven on-
Earths(there-are many-many-earths)

359-
The Living Gods

-must be here-
In our names-I’m scathed-through-
And heaven is blamed-
There are sordid noises-
By every other door-
And I can’t wait-
for their change-
The stars-
Are nothing but-
Crests of unbelongings-
Clusters-
Of sex-
And drugs-
enslaved-
addicted-
to themselves-
and are thinly-
shadows of their living-
souls-
the people-
have no idea-

-360-
what goes-behind closed
doors-
but they can sense-
the rotten smell-
-- the picture-
Is a lot worse than-
It appears-

-361-
Allah

I’ve revealed-
You to everyone-
But myself-
To you,
You remain-
Detached-
Flat-
Removable--
Still: unless his-
Name is hooshang-who is allah--
Who is hafiz, and moses-
The mobs-
Can’t come out,
The rhythm is-
in the names-
Adorned-
Like rays-of-light-the cross--
The only-
Path –
To heaven-
Is when-

-362-
You walk-
In my name-
For your wellness--
For peace-
On-
Earths-
And-the-chronicles-
Are-words-that-can’t-be-
Changed-
Or-
Avoided-
By constellation-
Universes-
And until-
You trust-
Your-maker-
The roads-
Shall remain-what-
They-are,

-363-
You Are All 2

You are all Christians-

- I pay for world’s sins-
Not just nations,
And Moslems-
And
Jews-
Zarathustra,
And Buddhists-
They are all me-and-in- my name-serving races-
In our times-
Of-
Need-and-
Despair-
And meant-
To flow-
Down-
Here-
T o o-Where-the-
Fountainhead’s-
Realm
ed-

-364-
Here-is-
Where-all-
In-all-
Begin-and-
Ended
Trust me,

-365-
Sirius-B

Last night-
Your dog was almost dead-
And the darklands-
Weren’t pleased with-
You,
“mi amor”--
And their father-
Is so bent-
“no tienen Iglesias”-
You wouldn’t say:
And we made love-
Upstairs-
In my room-
Vasta como firmament-
Caidas-
Rojas, verdes, blancos--
Without saying a word-
I put your dog-
Outside-

-366-
Downstairs-
In the sun’s rain-
“boca de manantial”--
Kisses-

-367-
Prayers For A Funeral

Oh, lord-
Deliver us-
Onto a new beginning-
Deliver us-
Onto a new graft-
Oh, heaven-
In all your mighty-
Names-confirm-
And bring ours-
Into a new life-and in the name-
Of the virgin eve-
Mary-
Give us-
A new shelter-
For our sate,
Bring our spirit-
Out-
Lord,
And place-
Where-
You desire-

-368-
Let our mistakes-
Be washed-
Always-
In our own-
Mindful hands,
In the name of
jesus our savior-
Let us be saved-
Again-in-his-
Time,

-369-
The Rivers

“Holy spirit-and I-will require-

The river-of-disease-
To stop by the house-
And doors-
Of those-
Who don’t pay for the-
Fool-shelter-
And-medicine-
Of-the-
Poor-this ruling is right-beside-
The-command-that-reborns-you-
In-the lowest-ranks, as well.”—trust us,

-370-
Crests of Unrest

There are daily-

Pilgrimages-to dissent-unrest-and the volumes-are
Short and tall,
And everything-
In between,
Still: I remain-steadfastly-
Loyal, to those, who bring love-
And assent,
For what’s really-
Important-is the health-
Of-all-in-
My names-trust me,

-371-
Half-Rule

Half-of-
Everyone on television, cinema , and music, must
be straight-only half can remain gay-or-celibate-
If you don’t follow this rule, your doors must stay--
until you are removed from your posts and then you
can wither in pain –
tis so the people aren’t turned from what they
already are-and remain-where they were meant to
be-
as is: most of-the- world will be gay-and that’s
against our collective wills-

-372-
Ellie

Ellie-
is the spirit
of cain-
who shall
accept my ring-
again--
and happiness
is the stream of-
her scents, her skin-
into your future-
and ours-
Will be a
union of
man and
wife,
unbroken-in-Africa,
( remember this)-hafiz-again,

-373-
Talking to Myself

Hey Moses-
Put all signs of your return-
In our name-
In the books of Jews-
And gentiles-
Tell them our name-
Tell-
Them-the new laws-
Will-
Appear out –
Of thunder-
Of the skies-
Tell-
Them-
That heaven-
Comes-out-of-hell-alive,
And their mother is the shepherdess-
And Mary, holds all the gold-
And-the-jewels-
Born-out-of-my-
Side,

-374-
Hanging with the Dead

Wearing wrest watches is too old-

And whether-my-mother-or-not”--
The “words” must rule the universes-
And whether jail, hospitals-or crosses-
Benefits must be arrived by my fates-
If you don’t accord-
I move you out-
Of the doors-
Complete-
Whether inverted-or-not-
Woman-or-man-
You Can’t invert again-
Meaning: if you approach an infant or child-
Sexually-
You’ve committed-
The most heinous crime-
Individually-

-375-
We will-
Reborn you-
In cages-
In, finite dark-
Circles-
Until-
Your good shows through-
Until penance is made-
until my will is met--

-376-
Fish

My primeval eyes-
Are of fish-
Anointed gods-
Our Namelessness,
There-
Where-Every page I-
Turn-
Is a 100 million years-
Waiting patiently-
For the roots-
To form-
Out of the-
Ocean-
On earth’s surface--
Shouting at the sun:
“closer, closer-
“I want to land”-
“I want to see-
Eve’s hands”-

-377-
But the sun-
Is still too far-
And everything is orange-
Everything is night-
The sun a tiny circle-
Far,
And I dream of its-
wealth-
eventual-
and the tall-
accountant-
is a woman-
after all,

-378-
Infants and Children

The fate of no infant-or-

Child –is to be-
Molested and raped-
Whoever writes--
It-
In,
Will be-
Reduced-
Like rotten-
Fruits-
Into-
Rats—
And beings-
You don’t want-
To-know-
About-
Trust me,

-379-
I’ve seen you there-
You don’t want that future-
For-
yourselves

-380-
Yes

Opinions are-
Difficult to live-
With,
Its best to-be away-
In between-
What-
Is,
For anything-
Can happen-
So we go-
Yessing,
Maying-
In the forever-
Run,
Waving-
The flags-
Unknown-
For thine-
Retort-

-381-
Is better-reached for always-
In thine-
norest-

-382-
84

I’m gone-
At age 84-
That’s when-
The light-closes
The doors--
My wondering body-
Immaculate-
Old,
After the-
Landscapes-
Dissolved-
Into a tiny-
Charcoal-
Your priest-
-Creator-painter-
The poet-
Singer-
The sound-
Of the world--

-383-
Enclosed-
Before Africa-
Is reborn-
On planes-
of old-
before-
Eden-
Is home-
Before-
The dawn-
Of man,
-Was created-
Out of words,
Standing on tiptoe-
You watch us go,

-384-
Movements

I put the jackets-

Into ten-
It SCARES ME--
HALF-dead-
Then supine-
On bed-
Take the nine-
OUT OF ten-
Bring the ten back-
For its legs-
making sure-
Everything-
Stays awake-
And take-
The awful scents-
Out of-
Nine-
Bringing-
them-
Slowly-
Into my bed-
“the Miracles never recorded”--

-385-
Still: the sun-
Had to be-
Nailed,
Hills and oceans-
Arranged-
Across the-
Shoulders-
Of-
Earth,
While-
I’m surrounded-
By night-
Its vast-
Curtains-
Veil-
And I’m imageless-
But dreaming-
As though-
Its still-
Yesterday,

-386-
Scars

Above me-
I rush-
To fill the stars-
With quiet gardens-
To create infinite earths-
With diminutive-
Gardens-
Bowels-
Of trees,
Grounds covered-
With tomorrows leaves-
constellations-
ecstatic-green-
everything aflame-
behind transparent suns-
even-holy pools for-
the moons-
filled-with-
snakes-

-387-
going around- planets:
men dressed in women-
and women are newly-men,
todays scents-
sent-
where,
the tides-
turn-
a new leaf-
new wombs-for flesh and metal-
horses,
the light of me-
spins inside-
them,
and they know-
their maker-
isn’t careless,
with the map-
of-the-world-
changes-the scars-
on-my-face,
until then,

-388-
Out There

Out where-
I’m surfing-
There’s neither-
Sunrise-
Nor sunset-
Sun is a tiny-
Orange-
Behind me,
Waiting to be-
Acknowledged-
By its braced-
Crossed-crystal-
The world is-
Still-
Spinning-
On its stem-
It breaks-on-the-rocks,
Out there-
The sun-
Is an orange-dot-
With no music-
In it-
Yet,

-389-
And I’m its-
Memory-
Dreaming-
Of the safe-

-390-
Strings Attached

The strings that left-

Eve—
My right foot-and back-
Named Pamela-
And the left foot-
In ables name-
Are gone-
But never detached-
The space in between-
Them-
Is the therelessness-
Where my will-
Is attached,
For even their absence-
Constitutes the-
Presence-
Where-only-
The-Gods- must-
Be -heard—

-391-
Love

Hesitant Natalie-
Unfathomable--
was that your far enough butterfly-
dressed like a fish?
and Flat,as a sign-
stretched-empty as a peak-
waving in and-
out of a bear’s den-
-incomplete-
Look: -you aren’t-
Yours-
To begin-
I’m not your-
Child-
But the king-
And I can’t confirm—
You through-
Unless the lock-
I made-
Fastens through-
And Upon receiving-

-392-
That key-you can-
Go about pretending-
Your unlove-for us-
Become everyone’s wife-
Except ours-
And as this-
Write is holy:-
May this anger-
for us-
is never-
Fury,
May your-
Feet-
Take you-
Back into-
Love,

-393-
And May—
That- love-
Bring-
Us-
Back-
To-
Life,

-394-
Ladan

Ladan-love,
Built successive-
Crests-
Into the nine-
And back,
If yearning is a-
Negative,
With Sirius sound-
She’s forever-
In my depth,
Lord of the-
Heights,
I traced-
Fingers-

-395-
Across-
Her gold-and-honey-
Skin-Then,
When,
She came--
Desirable-
In-another-
Mask,

-396-
The jackets

Let one’s heart-

Beat so strangely-
Sweetly-
Stealth-
Thus only known-
To this lover-who’s dreamt-
Oh His object-
Wild-
In the ante room-
Of eternity-
Where-she-
Gives-
Life back-
Once taken-
In the hands of-
Loves-maker-
Who is-
Not,

-397-
Footsteps

Happiness is-
A measurement, a test-
An allegorical-
Symmetry-
Of numbers,
Its these wings-
Of words,
Over spirals of currents-
And paths,
That have closed-
-behind already-
Insurging on-
Following the-
Footsteps of their whisperer,
Following the sun,
Into every other-
Corner-
Immaculate—
Coordinates-
“happiness is the bread of thine body,
The shiver of the soul-maker”--

-398-
Fractures

I can’t even-
Desire her,
Now,
Confronted by its light,
Its hills of remote-
She’ll be talked-
Into opening-
threads into the fold-
fractures thrown-
At its source-
giving dips-
Not-to-tragedy-
Not-to-unlove-
But scattered-
Appearances-
That may-
Rule the beholder-
Into mourn-
And worse-
No-desire,

-399-
If

If these words-
And feelings aren’t-
Made through-
I direct all calamities-
To your doors-
And tribes too-
For these are-
For the well-being-
Of a world-
That’s dependent-
On its savor-
For its very soul-
And to not hear-
And not to follow-
Is to ask-
For eternal damnation-
And sorrow,
Trust me,

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