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Stolen library books are stuffed with the words never ready for divination
With deafening reptilian noise of long sentences only humans would care to read
It is a wail of an unplucked flower on the verge of an unfinished sky
A forgotten wave of the harvest of a year broken with pacified mouths

 

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  1. living in a constant danger of being found out
    dug deep in the world of stolen library books
    the poor librarian not properly trained
    to interpret gestures
    or second-guess faces
    each day she has to question
    the very pretence of reality
    make-believe readers
    alphabetical theft
    arithmetical theft
    refined mental pleasure
    CRIME
    baffling the brains
    of electronic surveillance
    in Florida there are no loud reptilian noises
    there be no fear of contagion
    children eat lizards raw
    as for reading long sentences
    PARANOID PSYCHOSIS
    long sentences are a vulgar error
    gasping and gurgling
    the reader has little hope
    long sentences cause disordered thinking
    (wrenching psychological associations
    —–such as swallowing milk from a factory
    made bulb)

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  2. IN A TROUBLED DREAM
    I saw someone like you
    feeding
    library books to a crematorium
    stolen books ? who knows
    when I call your house I always refer to myself
    as Peter Fonda
    motorcycle riding Peter Fonda
    I’m not really him
    life is full of booby-traps
    I’m in no hurry to leave my domesticated space
    to rot in a prison cell
    the constant smell of diapers
    fake food not fit for any stomach
    if your cousin Lulu sends you $37
    you can purchase potato chips
    once a week
    if you have behaved
    people talk of escape
    people stretch their scrotums
    it is all on display
    your tops and your bottoms
    frazzled and disoriented
    from home-made bath salts
    everyone got a chuckle
    when I mentioned your poetry
    about stolen library books
    —————
    —————
    when I washed my hair
    there was an ashy residue
    library book dust
    from the large chimney
    I know the guy on the night shift
    Daddy Fonda

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    • i don’t care about easy rider
      but peter fonda is the crazy larry
      and the incredible cameo surfer in escape from l.a.

      you are wrong anyway
      because i am not interested in the houses of the dead
      nor in their motels

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      • “CRAZY LARRY AND LAZY MARY ?”

        ———if I weren’t wrong, you wouldn’t know right—-
        I kinda like aeronautical motels
        the males in the lobby know how to “engorge”
        snap your fingers and things stand up
        I know you’re not into that
        I would guess
        the surgical corset
        limits activities
        who told you to plunge ?
        I know——circus performer
        back to the dark ages
        one elephant and a trapeze
        way down south you pull out Jesus
        on Sunday
        folks needing a miracle
        a hero not a heroine
        a dead fellow on a cross
        peculiarly phrased lingo
        He was in the library
        now he’s gone

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  3. people who stole the Robert Frost books
    have returned them
    they were possibly monstrous shadows
    of themselves
    having read that crap
    white-coated attendants
    your bedroom padded
    I waved at you like you were next door
    everyone likes your sexual morals
    self-indulgent and proud
    not too scientific or supernatural
    I COULD SMELL JULIE ANDREWS ON YOU

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  4. you sleeping on the sidewalk
    not a sign of community health
    there are no anarchists in your zip code
    probably no church bells
    ( working church bells )
    Daddy Satan constantly promotes
    no lasting consequences
    of your actions
    fundraising for sex ?
    the public display of philanthropic penis
    Jack Kerouac was famous for his full frontal
    a poet hung like a Cadillac

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    • There were plenty of anarchists nearby in 2002
      But they seemed to me too traditional
      Like from the 19th century
      Too far from hakim bey and the discordians
      There are working church bells close by
      And satan has just taken a holiday
      Don’t you know that

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  5. music with its continual state of suspension
    crazy white male poets trying to find meaning
    inhabitants of Earth caught up in transvestism
    gender-neutral morning cereal ?
    at the police station they ask for identity
    but nothing — smooth bottom
    the pee opening and the poop opening
    they have no beginning or end

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    • it depends on the exact shape of the station you are in
      they might ask at some how many onion bulbs you have eaten since you’re 18
      or how many of your ancestors were buried in a particular piece of african land

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      • ———-THE EXACT SHAPE OF THE STATION———–
        gullible young poets afraid to go outside
        stare out the port holes
        lurid fancies and vain dreams
        precious fluids spent masturbating
        ————–
        instructors promising a living wage
        poetry for pay
        no dress code
        outrageous behavior acceptable
        ————–
        obscure scribbling
        the more anonymous
        the better

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  6. seems you are always knocking at the door
    for a finished product
    to hell with obscure scribbling
    a practicing poet daily humiliated
    outlines around your bed
    and favorite chair
    disputes about comparative merits
    enough to cause awkwardness
    you, yourself in a manila envelope
    REMEMBER THE GUY DIPPING HIS HAND
    IN THE YELLOW ARC
    IN THE LATRINE
    ———-well, that was the poet

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