SADLY, I WAS THERE THE DAY THEY PULLED YOU FROM YOUR TRUCK AND MOST OF YOUR LEFT SIDE SLID DOWN AND YOU SEEMED A WELL-MADE SCARE CROW. IT WAS TERRIBLE, THE BOB DYLAN I LOVED WAS MOSTLY CRAFTS FROM HONG KONG
The last American poet, the tumbleweed from the 1960 era
just some fiber and plastic coated chicken wire
the government magnets were there
no surprise, an agent for the -***-
just look how they dressed you
old flop house sofa material
molded on daily
THE RENTLESS STRUGGLE TO THROW OFF THE MIND AND THE WILL ONE IS BORN WITH AND PERMIT THE GREAT APE TO ESCAPE
you will find me in the cemetery
rows of Michaels
fields of Michaels
I was the first burial baby
all burial babies after me
came from my seed
carrying flesh on my bones
I was never free of “all the higher emotions”
the chains of masculinity
STANDING IN THE FRONT ROW: THE PHALLIC CULT
never go outside, it is all Dog Dick Bosch
demon genital couplings
purging anal birth
apocalyptic art historians
stay indoors
explore infantile hang-ups
work through the corruption
sandpaper the divided personality
invest in sensual and spiritual extremes
love all genders
especially those athletic
PERHAPS NATALIE MERCHANT COULD SING A DITTY ABOUT THE WHOLE EVENT
no secret that Eve had difficulties with self-abandonment
God with his fake Hollywood simulation of caring
Adam resenting his limited submission to her
withholding during lovemaking
withholding more and more
CITIZENS OF PLACEBO TOWN LINED THE SHORES OF THE RIVER, DESPERATE TO SEE CHARLIE CRUISE BY
I know the light is different
the pain new, the worm closer to your soul
poor Charlie could no longer make the payment
the debt is raw
don’t hold onto your thoughts, Charlie
memories become your worst enemy
THE SOLITARY MAN IN BLACK WHO SENT ME A VALENTINE EACH YEAR
he begged me to die first
commitment issues
loneliness and solitude
(+) loneliness barks
(+) solitude purrs
WILD BEAUTY DEAD, LOOSE-BALANCED ADJECTIVES
his lips were moving
good-bye good-bye
after a strong storm
I trimmed him out
with sharp scissors
DEPRIVED OF ALL MATERIAL COMFORTS, MOST SINNERS CRY FOR THEIR MOMMY AND DADDY
poor eyesight and shriveling genitals
sustained attention impossible
the flashlight of your spirit
will it ignite ?
WEAKNESS: CURIOUS ATTRACTIONS AT THE TRUCK STOP
nothing puritanical down at the truck stop
humor would be found in orgasm integrity
no loss of selfhood though orgasmic surrender
uprooted intellectuals
unsaid or half-said
sexual dialogue
nothing unobserved
outsiders often faint
SATAN WAS LONELY TODAY AND GAVE ME THE HARD SELL
after 20 years I wanted a cigarette
I wanted to say the F word
step away from the church
move to Moab, Utah
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