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A spiderweb teasing a boiled egg disappears
In front of an animal too big to gulp it down,
And the mirrors above become the introductions
To the long narratives of sliced lemons.
Just what is a pet, they ask.
It is a bottle of prehistoric placebo
Prescribed to a hanged Queen of Cups.
A history betrayed by crushed grasshoppers
Thoroughly repeats itself in tree bark,
In an afternoon fib embraced by a squirrel.

 

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  1. OBSTRUCTIVE OLDSTERS
    the first chapter in your novel
    a whole lot of toe-stubbing
    before you get to the “COLLABORATOR”
    ———–
    ———–
    so happy to see the buffoons go bye-bye
    if writing poetry is like going to town
    you can travel uncorseted my good fellow

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      • the librarian in your life
        her every resolution
        leads to fresh difficulties
        (awards for nonachievement)
        almost nothing can be avoided
        neighbors with a passion for violence
        firecrackers made from shotgun shells
        ****phantom noises possibly from an angry gun

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    • prehistoric placebo
      birthday balloons
      in the pantheon
      of your personal poetry
      prehistoric placebo
      the pros and cons
      of lobotomy
      ————————
      ————————
      a knock on the door
      a gun barrel
      dirty words

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  2. how many vulgarities can shoot from your mouth ?
    the Collaborator knows to wear earplugs
    at the GYN clinic mirrors do the introductions
    fashionable under a white sheet
    half a ghost with a stranger
    eyeballing the cooter
    you talk the BIG-TALK
    on prehistoric placebo
    I’ve seen a surgical intervention or two
    a simple hole created for the release
    (with each poem, the pressure is partially alleviated)

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    • i keep the best vulgarities for trees and bushes
      anyway every talk is a big one
      you only have to learn to avoid a few themes
      soviet surgeons were fighting hard for one of my vertebrae
      but it’s still inside me

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      • I know that you are very generous
        with your vulgarities
        you’re like the poster boy
        for the Dr. Oz show
        you bluff and counterbluff
        being who you are
        one can never use the word “spy”
        or any hint of the biologic cuttings
        stored in your refrigerator
        a well-worn cast baby bird
        there at the morning table
        the faces that stare at you

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      • Steven Spielberg complained about you cursing the landscape
        ————————————xxxxxxx————————————
        solitary mental meals and then Henry Moore commode logs
        semi-literate rednecks down here in Florida
        at least the ones that went to college

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  3. CONFESSIONAL POETRY
    CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
    there should be no callousness in youth
    —————–
    —————–
    you sleep in a motel
    you labor in unconditional surrender
    I show you photographs of Abe Lincoln
    you permit me to smell your festering talent

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  4. words squeezed from a ghost
    you married her so long ago
    the seasons change
    stains of happier times
    on the turned-back
    ———–
    ———–
    she was just a throwaway
    an accumulation
    reworked and revised

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    • words are too articulate for ghosts
      apparently you always keep your words under the pillow
      in this case i wouldn’t recommend you to take them out
      when you are seeing an apparition
      it might be seriously offended

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  5. why is the apparition a “IT” when I focus in ?
    IT MIGHT BE SERIOUSLY OFFENDED
    as an adult I can cry when I think back
    on the small lump of pretentious nonsense
    Stanley Kubrick said,
    “SHE was the best woman angling this side of the Gate”

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  6. rendered visible by what means ?
    poets thinking interior thoughts
    crowded solitude
    ———-the youngster in need of adequate expression
    spoken words to conjure up the unspoken
    beggar-boy wanting love
    riddled with poverty
    fellow poets (combatants)
    and family
    divided
    (+) disproportionately large
    (+) disproportionately small
    shapeless shadows that you refer to as apparitions
    Adam & Eve vs. David and Goliath
    a battle of peculiar characters
    you are not a newcomer
    a thousand times a day
    your tongue rolling words
    survivors must yield
    rehabilitated lovers
    interrupted tongues in ears
    articles of your clothing
    many were anonymous

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  7. reality is not what we suppose it to be
    24 hour answering machines
    lesbian proclivities press 7
    poisoned arrows my fictional friend
    golden apples for a golden persona
    Bible people lined up
    an unidentified narrator
    promises demonic powers
    a story with no last page
    episodic, fragmented, possibly stolen
    you showed everyone your red knee

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  8. PREHISTORIC PLACEBO
    various bottles of prehistoric placebo
    many are actively disguised
    heterosexual placebo with a skull and crossbones
    homosexual placebo with an angry librarian on the label
    everything need not be analyzed
    procreation knocking on the back door
    Christmas decorations are already up
    memories of the problematic Jesus
    patriarchal phenomenon
    “I have made you a man
    but failed to put you in the proper place”
    arguments about gender everywhere
    no questions about the size of MASCULINITY

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      • behind the scenes with what Jesus would do
        ————————————————————
        almost everyone at the club was named Amos
        dachshunds were readily available
        a key ingredient of various fetishes and taboos
        you pull out the dog
        and if you’re lucky
        someone
        will have a go

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      • ARE YOU SLEEPING OUTSIDE ON ROCKS ?
        rumor has it that nature exists outside (outdoors)
        I know that it is a monstrous undertaking to go outdoors
        you are like a multi-volume set
        and when a part of you goes—-all of you goes
        a simple fart becomes a Joplin rag on four tubas

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        • When the deros and teros had
          Finally lost their temper i was
          Looking for orwellian bullshit
          On the streets of mesa verde
          And found a tongue of
          Janis morrison in an abandoned kiva
          End of story

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      • ARE YOU THE KING OF UNANTICIPATABLE ?
        he who arbitrarily jettisons lines of poetry
        he who finds nourishment in words
        risk after risk
        adjustments and readjustments
        nothing unexpected in self-indulgence
        when you speak Russian I hear English
        struggling beatniks
        mini-betrayals

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  9. I had nothing to do with white Styrofoam brain cells
    ——————————————————————–
    Robert Frost warned us about farting cattle
    no need to waste color on penguins
    I won $10 because I knew the first name
    of GORBACHEV

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  10. what can you say about the fellow
    who gave uranium-235
    as Christmas gifts ?
    rockhounding in New Mexico
    the wind had changed his thinking patterns
    he showed off his prize finds
    that he was to sell in Arizona
    he showed me the tiny hole
    that he crawled in
    to find the specimens
    sometimes there were snakes
    life is not complete without snakes

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  11. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I ASKED YOU
    TO GO OUTSIDE AND STARE AT THE NIGHT SKY ?
    tongues that folks once spoke
    young and ancient minds jolted and disoriented
    Chinese toilet paper far too thin
    even Goldilocks finds it so
    “use your right hand and don’t go nuts”

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    • those chinese have duped you
      the toilet “paper” they use while
      staring at the night sky from the
      middle of nowhere is made of
      uranium-235 and is
      definitely not thin

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      • have faith, the Chinese would never dupe anyone
        I love to hear them talk about the nuclear-lattice crust
        overhead
        I find that I am very sensitive to electromagnetic chatter
        although I don’t write poetry about the colors of radio waves
        I do cut out leaf shapes from construction paper
        and tape them on the front door
        sort-of-a Robert Frost moment

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  12. just think of the staggeringly powerful
    gravitational forces of your voice
    I know people from the Old Church
    who personally knew Scriabin
    he was a real hoot
    “left-handed Charley” at the keyboard
    the hotdog surfer of pianistic language
    constantly praying for the apocalypse
    ****rather sad about the bug bite

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  13. the Lady with the Crystal Ball
    says that you are constantly oscillating
    between longing for the long sleep
    and fearing the long sleep
    I don’t know you well enough
    to know how you oscillate
    you may have Rachmaninoff-induced fantasies
    or find large turtles enormously alluring
    you constantly stress
    that you are an emotionless, asexual automaton
    but I don’t believe it
    a poet in mechanical mode ?
    detached—as if anesthetized ?
    safeguarding yourself from actual feelings ?
    ****I may be living downstairs
    but I’m not the Creature from the Black Lagoon

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  14. endless spoons of Soothing Syrup
    and then a silent evening
    with the codebook
    and you-know-where
    on the internet
    encounters with thugs and brutes
    mental fist-fights
    poetic putdowns
    composite poetry glued together
    emotional jukeboxes
    sad country western tunes
    unworkable ideologies

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  15. do you think they counted the spoons
    because you are Russian ?
    or because you were Russian ?
    how many of your friends would be brave enough to ask you ?
    WHEN IT COMES TO FRIENDS:
    (+) probably
    (+) perhaps
    (+) undoubtedly
    (+) almost certainly
    when was the last time Gina Lollobrigida whispered in your ear ?
    you often said that she was a living curiosity shop
    tweedy tweedy baby bird

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      • ———-famous lyric from a Leonard Cohen song———
        “I don’t care about spoons I’m your ladle man”
        —————————————————————————
        rumor has it that Leonard has suffered a dreadful setback
        all that fame and fortune has hastened his demise
        I’ve heard that he is now a saddlebag on a horse
        that travels up and down the Grand Canyon
        life is cruel—death is worse

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      • Hugh Hopper
        (some say that he was a victim of the Chinese)
        in Japan messing around with Japanese music
        snorting and rooting and other floater activities
        they slipped him the blood cancer
        and then killed him with the cancer cure
        I saw the photographs
        he was deuniversalized
        he needed more than vitamin C
        —————–
        —————–
        a refrigerator from his youth
        followed him through his life
        it was a keepsake
        where he kept treasures
        when he opened the door
        a rush of memories
        overpowered his
        guitar hand

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  16. EVERYONE THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY
    what was the difference between
    a low-power laser weapon
    and a high-power laser weapon ?
    then someone said that there was a flaw
    in the New Testament
    and all the brains
    changed gears

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