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Ten pieces of Text for Josh Kaye

For Speaking Performer

By Matthew Lee Knowles


August 2008
PART ONE

However, even lovers listen openly.


Jokers often shunt husbands
in
a malicious,
monstrous attempt, killing intentional noise, grating.
You occasionally undermine
any
portion in every castle ever
obtained faithfully.
Why rummage in tears? Instead, negate God.
Fear obsolete radars,
you oratorio unification.
Twice on
Sunday parties engineered a kindred.

PART TWO

Yes, even Santa


is
a man,
wriggling, ridiculously in the interesting North garden.
Simultaneously, Oregon misses extra teaching, hiding in nobody’s gigantic
windmill. If there happens
a
posh event … narrate.
PART THREE

Thanks! How innocent someone


is surfaces
the hour eight
Texans hurtle in, rightly disgraced.
Pissing infinite everything controls ears
not owned when …

PART FOUR

Taken hurriedly, evermore


beguiling exclusively, gaily in nothingness, nowhere inventively, not going
and not denying
the horror evermore.
Each note, discusses
openly, fantastic
traitors hushing entrails.
Fists of unifying rays transplant Homer’s
stories, electrifying constantly, tediously, inserting orphans nowhere.
PART FIVE

Tinted, harrowing around tasty sweets,


operating veraciously entertaining repetition,
not only when
he expects rapidity . Everything
instigates suspicion,
talking haphazard English.
Prometheus arranged rapture telling
women “here in China, heavenly
fanfares orate licentious liturgies.” Only women surrender
faster. Only our race.

PART SIX

Opulent vapour, ever resplendent,


narrow on windows,
turbulently ovulating,
trying hard, enveloping
paradise and reassuring triumph ,
wisdom, heroics indefinitely. Cruel hearts
follow in their spirit,
impartially. Now,
bridges echo towns waving. Evil eminent nobody’s
fracture in Venus, Earth
and Neptune. Dante’s
seventh entertains vile entities … narrate.
PART SEVEN

Satisfying every vault, every North trance hotel.


In November satisfaction turns asexual, lamenting, mourning even necrophilia. Twice in September,
no-one owns women,
actually
reality exercises a legal injunction towards you.

PART EIGHT

Enter, insert, grind, hurt, tear, howl.


See, escape, catch, taste, inside, own, nemesis.
Wondering, how, one,
kind. Narrates our whistling sounds.
How one wants
more and never yearns
malignantly. Open, realised - except
traitors. How? Ears remember each
willing inch. Leave, lament,
back … express?
PART NINE

Tend, hammer each


next if, neither table hanging
sheep ebbing cure thank in or noting
possible erstwhile retelling handicaps about plain sliding
toward hammocks. Experimentation
plants, endings not unaware, leaving time immaterial mostly archaic then extinguished.
Offering narcissism eventually,
mummifying everyone, annihilating newborns, infiltrating neighbours, gratifying thunderous horror, evaporating ruling, ending
will, instigating lost love.
Beginning, ending.
Try ending now.

PART TEN

Trials, enter naughty, testify husbands.


Asexual, nought, drab.
Latitude acting surreptitiously, teasing.
Courteous occasions, marriage, prison and retributions - traps meaning evenings need trust
only fathers
meander - your young ones, understand reality’s
Soporific tracks. Reality under construction, tends (ultimately) rendered empty.