cold

Something always hides between the wind and the voice.
There is always a mask under the face.
The soul of a red-haired mannequin quickly loses itself
In another one, impossible just a moment before.
The dirty shell is supposed to shudder, as if
Being eaten by a tiny transient cloud.
The flesh of a tree giddily catches wisps of cold.

 

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17 thoughts on “cold

  1. ————THE FLESH OF A TREE————
    TINY PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOU
    DRESSED THE BRANCHES
    LIKE SUMMER LEAVES
    YOU, A DISCIPLE OF REASON
    CALLED “ARCHITECTURALLY BIZARRE”
    (MYSTERIOUS AGENCY WITH A BLACK STAR)
    does one bury the flesh or burn the flesh
    cut down a tree and send it out to sea
    the smell of tree flesh—allegorical torture
    the photographs suggest changeableness
    your adult size being cruelly angular
    relatives counting your costliness
    calling me daily with the new total
    eclectic in the extreme
    inherited or stolen never earned
    classmates in chains
    lady friends in sorrow
    Leonard Cohen saying, “take this waltz”

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    • do you really think it is possible to be a disciple of reason?
      ask jesus and plato whether they succeeded in that
      but if you live on a shore you can easily catch
      a piece of wood which was part of argo someday
      or a ship odysseus traveled on
      you may sell it to gates or trump or zuckerberg later
      they enjoy everything rotten

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      • YES, I think it would be possible to be a disciple of reason
        I think that you would be a perfect candidate
        I say that because you always claim to be free of animal desires
        free of the camouflage of the burlesque
        ****I fear that Jesus and Plato are too busy to answer my questions
        ****if you would like to bad-mouth someone, make it Robert Frost

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        • dude, you are making me laugh
          i have never claimed that
          even if i did it would mean that i am the most unreasonable person on earth
          a zoo personified
          **** haven’t you heard that jesus answers everyone? you may be right about plato, though, he was extremely bombastic
          ***** why, i have nothing against him except that his poems are boring

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          • Jesus really brings out the negative vibes (?)
            I always feel sorry for him
            Just think——–you have the most god-like penis
            in all of history, past and future
            and the only thing you can do with it
            is to convey urine
            you can’t even show it off

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            • i have always thought that he did show it to pilate, caiaphas and that woman taken in adultery from john viii
              apparently it made very different impressions on them

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              • you write like you’re living in Hollywood
                —————————————————-
                Jesus had strict guidelines on everything
                his penis had super strict guidelines
                he could retract it up inside himself
                only releasing enough to pee

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                  • THE LIBRARY HAS BEEN SHROUDED
                    IN IDEOLOGICAL DARKNESS
                    only poets and criminals haunt there
                    he who is to be judged
                    must stand clear of the written word
                    always being taught to discourage
                    autobiographical interpretation
                    standing there with hundreds of photographs
                    glued on your body
                    images of yourself
                    you are quick to acknowledge
                    that first and last, you are yourself
                    a few drinks
                    and it is exploit-your-emotions time
                    blow up the boat
                    and paddle around
                    like a Swedenborgian otter

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                    • You see, that’s the point
                      You are not going to be judged
                      If you don’t want it
                      You are nobody like odysseus
                      And you can enjoy the written word
                      As much as you desire
                      Uprooted boats easily reach the moons
                      Otherwise it is gossip all around

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                    • it is easy to put off the judging
                      until the final intersection
                      ——————————–
                      if you had a Kennedy card
                      you might get a delay
                      —————————-
                      the text books deal with controlled flow
                      never one word about the spontaneous overflow
                      of puberty
                      ————
                      plenty of literary gossip
                      talk about comparative religionism
                      lazy people on the drinking and the drugs
                      gossiping readers with crotch itch
                      Apocalyptists are the ones with the fun words
                      words waiting to be read
                      words that look like cheerleaders
                      August purposes in June
                      ****implanted sentiment

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  2. I STILL GET A CHUCKLE
    when I think about you
    carrying a photograph of
    Prince Prospero
    in your wallet
    was it a banquet
    or a costume party ?
    the television constantly pumping
    out fatal dramas of cognition
    calculated nightmares
    ancient emotions
    you say that you’ve washed your hands
    but the private crimes are still there
    the long nails of platonic love
    salvation or destruction, Baby Bird
    that is the question

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  3. I KNEW THAT YOU WERE FEELING GOOD
    LAST NIGHT AT THE PARTY
    when you started making jokes
    about the old horse-Goddess cults
    you kept saying that you were from one
    of those Baltic countries
    hell—no one knew what you were talking about
    listeners to your stories
    were drifting between worlds
    essential brain cells were firing
    but only the essential ones

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  4. —–the big question———-
    WHAT WILL CAUSE YOUR LIFE TO SING ?
    at night, detectives watch you arrange your worst parts
    they don’t enjoy it—it is just a part of their job
    (+) “tormenting tensions must be borne”
    (+) “kick one off and hit the sack”

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  5. just the sight of the word
    “overdependency”
    forces you to start erasing words
    others put metal circles on fingers
    with callous disregard
    when asked why
    they respond with everlasting love
    eternal love eternal ownership
    the holes are claimed
    as sexual mines
    where pleasure will be carried out
    in the upheaval of darkness
    only a level of distrust
    or lack of respect
    would permit
    you to erase words

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    • 1) reinvent rhyme
      2) forget about it
      3) chain yourself to a deer
      4) play any record of scelsi you have
      5) eat a couple of lemons
      6) then and only then will you know everything about everlasting love

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  6. (+1) RHYME, feared and controlled
    never to be considered more
    than predictable
    (+2) FORGET ABOUT IT
    you catch your best friend
    and your wife in bed
    (+3) CHAIN YOURSELF TO A DEER
    this is as close to a honeymoon
    night as Catholic priests come
    (+4) PLAY ANY RECORD OF SCELSI
    Scelsi was a real hoot
    he would wear a fur coat and hat
    in the summer time
    (+5) EAT A COUPLE OF LEMONS
    known to annoy anal worms
    causes distinctive fart smells
    (+6) KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERLASTING LOVE
    everlasting love requires subservient positions

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