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THE UNITED STATES FLAG
a var. on PW's ghost
"I wanta hold your hand"
throw me in with all I want, am, & groove!
EVERLEY FORMATION (a sonnet)
O! how pea-brain flattery you are
too bad you lost past time in a wind match
sponge & freeze me in a chemical whorehouse
see you! (clout) I found you!
It Fluoresced white day, I felt depressed & poems
I feel I'm
cat of black disappearance eyes winked & colored furniture appear
Beeps. buzzer went off in the Red Flower Terror Pot
Black Fabians. House Orifice. Pimple BloodSheet.
Scared Rice. Blonde Scarcities. Edgar's Eclair Sanctity.
If you own Sound-Bodice, I shall hunt your closets.
Body C's Class Belts $24.95
Pedals (still alive!) Permits.
This poem is "about" nothing "means" everything
but admit it's silly colored
I try living in a
bed is lie.
eye hive life in the high
hand imagination have the insane
exchange growths were fashion collapse
to some tippler advisable head
humped false morning that changed
the Greenfield into eventually of
fiendish learned something bedroom mostly
grinned through midnight her key
bobbing in heard interview cast
this day is grin machine shed
ocher snuff & ideas
I breathe past beauty
& the mine-disaster printed
morning in lunch
watching the ceiling for changes
I stomp down (any
THE REPEAT PAPER (or carbon glans)
opening the book
glow worm bodice in a tree
& I find lights in the map
* * *
how can say "hopeless"?
I & 3
* * *
tissue star plots in St. Garth France?
that was noble
that was funny & flesh & stupid
that was image & liquid & grand lost
* * *
in, He was tub in embarassment
* * *
the sneeze didn't come
* * *
* * *
the ceiling isn't happy
* * *
shrill hand of talk
THE PAST WRESTLER (cuts out of
Apollinaire In a chair...
the poets union
if nothing else
there are ways
glancing at me happily
send this poet to Mexico
Edgar Allen Poe,
THE ODE AS BLENDER
the clock has fallen/come in
but I say but hello
0, so, the sky is caul-blue
But I said also
the car is an escapade
I roll over (what I mean
[When the pipes
& there's no beer Danish
scream for far
the children trying out
NOTABLE & MOBILE VIRTUES
the poem is set in 13 pages long in 11 sections
it reminds me of my own
& it seems to be like him & was written by Frank O'Hara
I had (said) lunch (was) boring plates... seepage of friend squid??!!
Put down that brittle radiator
(Grand-Dad, Beat off!)
Grand-Old Violet Concert Hall school for, finally gave up on
I found sex alone in a room full of clean white photographic paper
Greasy Pumpers were calld & came. "New Metal Moon" ?
Have you seen the Arensbergs lately, well I'm at the Motel
most all the time spent in sundays & summer & surf
Wait'll next campaign & the Seasonal Ball-Fiends come
Yes barcarolle & summit & mold touch leaves, it pleases me
Put out that candle, it lights out my shadow.
"thank you" (thank you) THANK YOU!!
I playd pranks on my brother
& the nurses visited my
clapping & "tomfoolery" gentian mist & pert lapping fronds
a broken bottle (crash!) my eyes to the window
"It was black, so black, & I seemd to move
(light was a wall)
differently" was all he said backing away
the mist collapsed & I sighted some body's Grammaw was (I said it) all
in the purple one, the book kept next
forever & forever & next monday
now the school is "historic-scenic" & a deserted car-barn
Do you own "Donald Duck 1939" ? I wish could
"accomplished" "decent" gestures
Dave leakd the tank without paying for the gas.
the stock market report described a new distribution
coming up the horizon a flight of mysterious discs
("I was over wrestling") glint-eye & expressionless
I searchd purchase Flemish brand Toothpaste, or socket-covered bees.
Put down that scanner & come over here
our balls are all rolld & "belayed" & stowed
Lookout! here comes cosmic-dread in the trousers of George
it's bubbles! It's ping-juke & no sleep! it's trouble!
it's crush, bunk, sunky down here where's
My conductor's stripes, the sly evening launch
Dickie launched the rubber, constructed as a "homer" , we couldn't
We hooted & wept & watched Dick Tracy
the "penny-candy section" of his doctoral dissertation I enjoyed
the russians' loop in space & our latest lead block, I leand back
her skin peeld & she smartened
up a lot of skin gone over since last
year of the skin-pops, teeth mags, & illegal length knives
the streets carved out of granite without me knowing it
How does that strike you? Green Greek Cards, pen ends.
How do you feel about...
Hand me that roller. Are you a doctor?
I wanta enjoy all this