execution

There are plenty of tiny mallets in little stomachs
And manifold voices of soap that cry about
Noble rabbits sleeping on greasy skillets
In the ears of pensive paratroopers, car drivers, bikers, joggers
That can’t locate their graves nor homes
That cry about everything you forgot about.
Those who have never learned to ride a bicycle or skate or swim
Are ready to draw a distinction between vacation and execution.

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14 thoughts on “execution

  1. ——“A DISTINCTION BETWEEN VACATION AND EXECUTION”——
    WITH TALK OF THE PENITENTIARY
    A HIGHWAY TAKES ONE THERE
    DISORDERLY CONDUCT ON YOUR PART
    A POET WITH MAGIC-LATERN WORDS
    SOME PEOPLE SANG SPIRITUALS
    OTHERS SWALLOWED HOT PEPPERS
    I WENT TO THE RED-LIGHT DISTRICT
    WITH A GUN AND $400 AMERICAN

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    • STILL LAUGHING AT YOUR RESPONSE
      “IVAN, WHAT DISTINCTION CAN YOU MAKE BETWEEN A VACATION
      AND AN EXECUTION ?”
      HAUNTING CLARITIES OF BEING
      TRYING TO GROPE YOUR IDENTITY
      THE ENTRAILS OF INTELLECT
      TEMPORAL, CONDITIONED SUFFERINGS
      PUBLISHING POETRY IN THE COMMODE
      SACRED AND PROFANE EQUALLY SLIDE DOWN

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  2. RABBITS SLEEPING ON GREASY FRYING PANS
    A SINGLE SPARK COULD IGNITE THE HEAVENS
    AND YOU GO IN THE OTHER ROOM TO COLOR
    YOU…WHO DONATED TO THE CONSTRUCTION
    OF THE TOWER OF BABEL
    SO HIGH UP
    THAT GOD COULD HEAR THE PASSING GAS
    THE BOOMS FROM BUTTS

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    • I WAS SHOCKED BY THE SLEEPING RABBITS
      IN THE GREASY SKILLET
      WITH A LITTLE HEAT
      THEY LOST THEIR CONSISTENCY
      THEIR COLOR
      NEARLY EVAPORATED BEFORE HUNGRY EYES
      YOUR KITCHEN WAS FULL OF ACTORS
      NOT REAL PEOPLE—THEY CAST WEAK SHADOWS
      ABE LINCOLN SPOKE POOR ENGLISH
      HIS TALL HAT MADE IN CHINA

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    • when i donated to the construction of the tower of babel
      it was supposed to be transparent
      invisible to god and more importantly to dogs
      now they have pissed all over the plain brick walls
      and the shoes of the poor pundits sitting at the entrance
      incessantly arguing whether the creatures
      are barking the same language or not

      i didn’t give them much money anyway
      next time i’ll donate to the local noise station

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      • MANY EYES ARE ON YOU, IVAN
        WHICH SKIN WILL YOU WEAR ?
        YOU MAY FORFEIT OR BE FORFEITED
        CHOICES TOO DISTANT FROM THE HEART
        JAPANESE JARS HOLD THEIR CASTOFFS
        KISSING RELATIVES AND SCHOOL CHUMS
        ACCUSATIONS ON FACEBOOK
        SABOTAGING THE MAYONNAISE
        PEEKING IN THE SHOWER ROOM
        LIKE A LANDLORD MEASURING
        CONSTANT SOURSES OF DISTRESS
        SUFFERING WITH A SIDE DISH OF MISERY

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        • some jars in japan hold the sperm of ikkyu
          and vomit of santoka taneda
          substances sacred to nobody in the vicinity
          but tourists are usually so enthralled
          that some of them attain samadhi on the spot
          and later blow their hometowns as a result
          be it kentucky or colorado
          in addition to that
          chinese peasants keep seeing the head of li po
          flying on its ears
          everywhere from chu to mongolia
          taoist sages grow snowflakes
          and chuang-tzu has planted his useless
          cumbersome trees all over the planet
          overshadowing missile silos
          and preventing the astronauts
          from seeing symbolic instructions
          about republican intrigues on mars & venus
          and in the parlor of jhvh also known as bddh
          you see now? and it’s just the beginning
          butterflies already create facebook accounts
          pretending they’re all the same invincible mr. chou
          it is a tragic mistake to think about it
          in the east-against-west paradigm
          no
          it isn’t even a nothing-against-everything
          antiglobalist anti-consumerist crusade

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          • I counted all the letters in your comment

            I divided the number both by14 and 9

            rather shocking—to think people must deny themselves

            even the smallest enjoyment

            childhood boiled down to just a few smiles and an angry look

            prison bars made out of desires and needs

            I know all about dialectical materialism

            the golden calf and children who rode the special bus

            think of all the people who never “give voice”

            frigid nights in institutions

            sisters and relatives who were like public-houses

            lonely and dull moments on their back

            greek sailors with odd foreskins

            some uncomfortable like a horse

            they were getting too much for their money

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            • THE QUESTION OF THE DAY:
              WHAT DO EARTH-CLINGING MORTALS
              SAY TO OLD ASTRONAUTS ?
              INVISIBLE WORLD THERE
              VISIBLE WORLD HERE
              RENT BUT NEVER OWN
              DIRT HOLDING UP THE SKY
              DIRT WITHOUT RELIGIOUS BELIEF
              POETRY FRAUD
              *I counted all the letters in your comment and divided the number both by 14 and 9

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              • how do earth-clinging mortals know the sleeping guys
                are old astronauts in the first place?
                do they count the number of hairs in the beards
                and then check if it’s divisible by nine and fourteen?
                and what would happen if the astronauts awakened in the process?
                would they strangle the mortals with the bare hands
                or help them counting? what would be easier
                and less time-consuming? and what if the beards were
                radioactive? what if they were all bearded
                women and infants? would they ask the mortals then
                why they killed mokele mbembe and chupacabra?

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                • ON THE EDGE OF THE ELYSIAN WILDERNESS
                  THE SLEEPING GUYS ARE IN A MOTEL
                  ONE COULD SAY THAT THEY ARE EARTH-CLINGING
                  BUT IT WOULD TAKE SOME INVESTIGATING
                  TO DISCOVER IF THEY ARE OLD ASTRONAUTS
                  FUGITIVES OR VAGABONDS
                  POET-LOVERS
                  OR FEARLESS YOUTH IN OLD POTATO SKINS
                  COUNTING HAIRS AND GOD KNOWING THE EXACT NUMBER
                  WHAT A LOAD OF DUNG
                  EVERY NUMBER IS KNOWN
                  EVERY NUMBER DIVIDED BY 14 AND 9
                  IS KNOWN BY EVERY SCHOOLCHILD
                  EXCEPT IN KENTUCKY AND PARTS OF OHIO
                  WHAT MAKES LIFE TOLERABLE ?
                  YOUR THOUGHTS ARE LIKE BARKING DOGS
                  REPEATED SUGGESTIONS OF AN ERROR
                  OUR DISOBEDIENCE IN THE WOMB
                  THE IMPORTANCE OF A BEFORE AND AFTER
                  WE LIVE THROUGH THE SINNERS
                  CONSTANTLY STRUGGLING WITH A BARE HAND CHOKE
                  CHRIST TALKED A MEAN GAME
                  THE PAINS AND PLEASURES OF HIS SPECIES
                  HIS 24 HOUR ACTIVE IMAGINATION
                  WHAT WERE THE FACTS ?

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                  • INTERCOMMUNICATION AMONG OLD ASTRONAUTS
                    THE LACK OF SOLITUDE AND PRIVACY
                    ACCELERATED PACE ON EARTH
                    BOMBARDED WITH SMARTPHONE JAZZ
                    THE GROUND MOVING UNDER FOOT
                    OUTLINES SHIFT AND VARY
                    SOILED CREATURE-THINGS
                    I APPRECIATE THE DOOR
                    BETWEEN OUR MOTEL ROOMS

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