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on a bench by the sea counting words, Hebrew, Greek,

I note three perfect numbers, three perfect letters

assume their perfect shapes

lumps, bumps, angles,  curves, dots and dashes...

“ohwhee, take me for a ride!”

to heighten the effect

surges and waves keep on coming no one can ride them without falling in....

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I feel my body from the outside

little birds hovering beyond the house

cheep & chitter twitter & buzz

self’s sly soundless imbrications

gaping through the night like frozen faucets

too many people crowd the beaches, too many birds

which words did I keep from you held tightly in my fists?

but I don’t mind the others they speak my mind

the black & white birds do for each other as wind does for sea

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some of the rocks are brown

some white

sky

is blue, white too

water’s blue

often

& people too

can be blue

or white

frightened

into whiteness

in any

color they want to be

any color they think they see

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Nothing is muddy that runs in time

Though porcupine barriers determine border detractions

For better botherings detecting deleterious bad guys

Across state lines

So stereoscopic I probably marry them quickly to my cancerous ear

That never steps in the same

River

Twice

Or kisses a fish that big

Why so serious, Stephen?

I guess it’s good I decided to sing to you

Just as a rose is kissed by May

Just as a rose beneath the deepest snows

Believes in spring so do I believe in you,

Ghost snow, in this swimming bouncing bird

In the state of Washington

Nothing that doesn’t relate to mountains or streams matters to the average farmer

Laura bursts into the sobs of a lifetime

Antionio does too, overage from clam detectors

So clamp the redactor and expunge the rancor

Of the text

What??  - a mere arrangement of words???

A college, brick paths, hedges, coffee chops, whose harness??    what needs???

If I’m to be seen again beyond the hedge

Why not a glimmer of another peak beyond the geyser

No thought behind that thought, no rose behind that rose,

Its serial woodenness in arboreal adorations

Several crossing twigs braided together

In a simple suggestion of celebration

Of the several possibilities of wrecked lynchings

The science film montage of Japanese constrictions

Hat years of hat centuries as gloved persons

Count Bellah’s libido toward eventual probity???

(An eventual outrage!!) This ball matters

It depicts a blizzard of several of them

One gorgeous peony, a suicide to affront the nation

Gallant monasteries carefree cultures determined by spate spires

That we detected in our study groups

Over which we doused gasoline galleons

Spurning the colonoscopy in a kaleidoscope copy

Of a deferential life

Not eating exactly but system’s in an uproar

Of bowel engagements

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Corrals for spot enlargements

And dipsomaniacal detonators shape

Hope: a bump in time

Works careening big

I fear regionalism, give me a tree

Any day, if not today

Which workings of original

Smoke out my signature

A sign I’ve been here

Fading into breast stroke or filigree

Ring Lardner wheel spokes

Pedal ontologically challenged brainiacs

Don’t doubt doubt

If nothing else pours on the substrate

To find fobs

Mirage blinders on ruffle-coated

Suspender wombats are simply

Colored to suit

All the buddhas in the world

Simply verify that

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Known rememberers

Sugar-coat memory rings

Deep fried to be palpable

And that simpering pain

Can’t be denied if in denying

You bloat your boat

So it floats off into blinkering space

Where awaiting pickets puncture pictures

Of warmed over lounge barnacles,

Packets of harm detectors –

In this way

The past is released into its own

Pressured present, it barks

So is offered pendulums

Noam Chomsky verisimilitudes

And non-axial determinations

For fuel removal

Nothing concerns me more

Than flak adjustors whose textural commentaries

On colloidal fixations detoxify

Mourning pistol-whippers and wandering dove troves –

This could be my final word

If only wicks were precious as pity is

To the floating mini-series

In which deaths were reversible

And film ran backwards

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Cross testify

Blunt harbingers

To wounded mongrels

This contrasts with this

And little words

Are ashamed of their meager syllables

Why not linger

Over ginger

What wing to whack

Splurge to blunder over

In warped rejections

I heartily decide to live today

As if a whelp delivered it

A pony package

Or a slipper delivery service

Hang it all Daniel

Why not dole out the miniscules

Why not harness that tool table

To a jot or a total debacle

If not now then how?

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Counting the lost decisions

There are maybe sixteen board feet

Social plurals or renal grouts

In abatement for funnel’s doubts

I heard all about it at the fishmongers

How Othello duped the Meistersingers

In port of call to simpering Winnipeg

At least there’s morning bootleggings

And tallow

So the shining louts delivered the crop

Of alabaster cities and their out of scale demands

People pillaging the piles

And pulling the plug on that

Notice how harried they are

Consider the humble tack

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A bear rug and a pure purifier

Hebrew numbers like rock and ruin

The embroidered menageries of Crete

And broken tortoise shells assigned to blistered feet

Hardier then that I wonder

Where pure purses ponder

The halo that the world became

After the Hoosiers had crapped out

On their sacred fetishes

Maybe a sack or two lingers

After the average bagatelles move on

Into Coliseum digitators

Plugging up vocabularies with their gorgeous leather

Like meager phoebes or cylindrical dossiers

Tied up neatly in dactyls

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I’m thinking of Mormons

These pluses and minuses of stolen Frumpkin

Who parse those Italianate

Losenges when Fiorello says no

Don’t mean to mention all I’m saying here

According to dove ensembles

Accordion hair spray

Lacking douche determinators

Claw your way uptown

Against the species swimming down

They are freeze dried to die

Against the circuit walls

Of good fortune and better sense

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Why bother unless something better

Tweaks the amperage of corkscrew

Bitter, bitter

The nose blenders bend a Rackstraw

All that’s languishing there like a leak

Or a lack somewhere as if on purpose

Reeds, like an operatic theme

One’s scored an upset to beat the band

And an adipose purpose at cross-roads

Now and then suspended

In hearty goal-tending

Look, you don’t need to upend

The coltish debacle against all tides

Many’s the troubled antler

Calmly superceding the trees

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Cashmere Burke detectors

Invidious formats of urge

Why hours detract from their formulations

In weigh-station increments

Any old carcass would do

If only the extremists would plug up their belts

And give way to the grifters’ blemishes at the end of the game

Every time

Time after time

And the time after that too

While the dire deceptions of the future

Postpone algorithms of jot

So, Bruce, why blaspheme in that case?

It’s a drop-kick dream that bodes no end

Tare-weight targets of gleam

Like these thin stars

That parched Arabs detonate

To remind us all of our detrimentals

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Gorgeous distilleries

Carb mommies tampering down tons of tunes

So that sober mayoralties can hinder their arboreals

In gist barrels of soapstone

Each thought is captive to a neuron

A weightless carafe as words to decipher

Encoding a wary bloviator

So the authorities will know how the bad guys

Are so like the animals they sever

Interior worm-masters link nebulous coasters

The waters of Babylon all come down to dew

Not perseverating according to fresh Mex

Affording a saleable tourniquet

That can be used to make you blue

I gave at the office probably

And the opposite of this is also wary

Of its tracklessness

Towers of toothpaste plovers

Contest doom-carrying cleverness

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A real earth delivers its plaintive promise

However it gets better

In firing off ping demeanors

In relentless examinations of somber Beardsleys

That chart a wash of subscribers

Who depend on tape measures

For greedy bombardiers

Blithering idiot cravats give the lie to Disney-dialogs

The animals engage in as liquor substrates

Projecting all us cute Luciferian Hormels

Into ash and concert quickness

Tie us up finally with rankings

That keep the numbers warm

And turn out the light when you leave

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Wealth like a lizard gecko

Lurks behind a leash agog

In thin suspenders on a swaying bridge

Over the fire-pits of Albuquerque

That just continue on as is is all

Until furry notice

Of their tattered skirts is punctuated

In time compactors or

One whole lot of shirk

Little screaming babies squawking up a barbeque

Of carnivorous resistance

And when the rains come in season

Slash the bark from the furballs

Of freshly churned batteries

Falling like the snows of yesteryear

In Vermont candy patterns

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Harvard hysterics

And the people in charge are blind

Blind and dumb

And that that can be so and still so solid

Is the brickwork, the charged oligarchies

With their withering headways

So stolid is the whack-works

That even while screaming bulky painfulness

The sewing scrims lack even the teeth to suck

Howard, lets not scan the atmosphere

For letters and their haruspicating contortions

That wend their merry miseries

While the unworkable melodies tumble right before your ears

The sad subtle body shrinks in its mayhem

And all the furry animals detonate

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What happened next

Isn’t cronyism just Japanese holidays

Festooned with flatulent orneriness

A crime continuity with a firm bureaucrat

Whose fangs embedded in Mama’s mattress

Passes the pain down with fizzies intact

As a kindness for the warmth of fricative endeavor

As the clans go so goes the preemptor

The channels have been shut down against the phonemes

That gurgle way back in the throat

Becoming a chuckle then a weasel warmer

A smarmy Watergate redactor

That glitches up the seamless quandary

In the screams you think you hear

Beyond all this subject matter

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Going on gathering stodge

Is harpsichord rendering

Till time’s all lost and undone

In reckless string theory and blustered number-fingered dawn

That breaks upon the earth-tongued motion-strikers

Who blathering out their elongated retro-shapes of meaning

As little purring paw-pads

That delicate trek across tilted flooring

While haranguing housewives dimple

Toward Bethlehem, Harry, to the start button

Pressed all over again in rigor shakes

The operative dimwits somehow intend

To be recommended like bonita flakes

All heart is twerp shaped

Flaccid memory sticks of deranged data points

That we figured we knew better before

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Baumgartner breast strokes

Holiday seasons all dried up for broke

In time pressing against the roof of the mouth

A cantankerous presence slipping through the vaginal cracks

Into life’s convoluted corridors

Forced to explain itself again at last

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WAR

You go inside a structure it determines the scope

Hills to climb, a city to be built, finally Brillo boxes stamped and sold

And then side-stepped for some fodder to be made

Telescoping all that ardor as if soap

Not traducing tumbling sacrosancts any longer

For the places you think to inhabit

For the wandering phalanxes contain the brittle paradoxes

Ring ring ring goes the trolly

Ping ping ping goes my heart

All hell breaks loose on Alice

All the hallways go dark

Translations as fast as the markets will bear

Excess meaning, fake fakery that pays

When the heart in hearing finally blows its veins and its vault

Bumstead determinators crop up all over the place, well it doesn’t bother me at all

No not in the least

Now that this is now that that

Rudderless rudders in Roboland

Yes it’s dark again I suppose

But it only happens nightly

And at that never as bitter as battered

I’ll say it again if I say it at all

Terms codify that barrel of laughs

One year returns to another

Places displaces place

In the flames like docent detectors

All their explanations merely detours

Away from the central canal explosion

We avoid at our peril

Howitzer blooey in dream inventions

Just because we can

So perpetual war ardors deem determinators

And the lace disasters creep home to their tears

Too much beer bantering

Little lazy machinations

I’ll hold out for a better world

Or stay home not bartering food

Lackadaisical and droopy-eyed

The deer remain flummoxed at the tension-

Teasers who roar the railings of their infancy

As if they owned the shards of space

Finally designed for them along the rafters

Alons-y now or dough-si-dough

Go wrap an island

War, what a word

The donning of all for the hell of it

Batting heads as if nobody’s business

Rationalized by money as the new less friendly

More abstract form of affection

Before that just a little friendly family killing

Head on a pike, warm meal and all that

Now a veritable feast of destruction

A clear firm policy determination

A harried egregious float beyond the wooly femurs of blame

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PARIS

Dark dark Paris, spot on a map

Disingenuous rectangle of discreet adornments

Chirac’s street dithyrambic etudes a languor determined

By distance of the oppressive past all that righteous

Dying

Digging under the streets’ tombs with ball bearings,

Rods, spoons, in the ring dilemmas

Halos of busted saints in their rigorous solitude

Numb reminders of flaccid fate

Whole warehouses of gismo gadgets

And a rotisserie of sports dejections

And water under a wounded bridge

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Wanton organelles in solipsistic wranglings

Ahead of the heart detachments, all the old flight and fight

Strings of useful themes adhesive to memory

Some word chords banging on the old banjo

Tune rhymes or razor badgers

How holy was the rhomboid fridge

Good stealing in the heart of the culture

Bestride those tanks we love to bear

Old bright dead days

No happiness on earth outside the runways

Disruptive pattern, glosses of taste

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Banging out these sad sack songs

Barely heard astride the ostrich nights

Yet whole hillsides frolic in religious ineptitudes

While damaged clowns weep their crystal routines

Welcoming miracles

Bourgeoning allegories

No one warrants a cuff or a sweep

Our old hearts shuffle their magazines

Down determined horribles

Body parts lurch toward

While the blistered bushes await

Further detailed instructions

From our DNA

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OUTLAW

Needing a nap or not needing one

Because of the stasis in all the violent activity

However you look at it it’s simple

Radically simple and so it is violent

Rational means for rational ends

Would you prefer the irrational?

Doors that don’t open or close

Dogs that are monkeys

Numbers that don’t add up

Things  that don’t falling down

It could never be like that

If, perhaps, but, because

One of several choices

The emotion of my life in waves

Are waves rational?  Irrational?

Mathematical?  Hypochondriacal?

Does the irrational method

Of appearance/disappearance

Paint us into a corner

Of a vanishing horizon

In the heat of the night

In the clamor of the dark

So as not to waste even a scrap of precious paper  ?

No.

Perhaps, if, but, because

Reading the text with all its reasons

It’s hidden right there at the periphery...

...the outlaw