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to be is to confess

30 Saturday Apr 2016

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apples sauce, crododiles, ksa, pornstaches

She takes a sip of brown love

and kicks at smoother pebbles,

the rock turns into a dove

and from the sea rise trebles

Her love jumps with his face down

into the water to join the rebel

he comes up with a nose like a clown

and a voice like a fish or squid

he mouths he will never drown

and the gods will know his id.

They’ll see the ego from above

and close her large eyelid.

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a movie camera, walking

29 Friday Apr 2016

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ambrosia, domino, dr. dre, freefallin'

an eye at the corner of her head

pass through the darkened noon

seeing walls greyer than lead

and a roof painted to see the moon

the skull float’s with golden hair

dried out by a warming June

They see a kiss, but withhold a stare.

The sight of the morning, lost

at the turn of a head.  The blonde now aware

of where a heart not crossed

will find it’s source of dread

and how a parent’s soul finds frost

Geometry in gravity as gravity

28 Thursday Apr 2016

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buds, fumbles, igloos, wednesday

The land beyond the borderline

where topless flowers grow

and drinking lots, the monkey’s whine

about the sun, their foe

The purple sun is constant

and it makes the waters flow

and the apes ask them to grant

the rolling rivers stop.

The men of earth say that they shant

that the water’s from the top

and as high hewn rivers wind

to the bottom’s naked crop.

 

light exiting at fire

27 Wednesday Apr 2016

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Banjos, guacamole, rangers, sugar daddies

Through the horizon a lion swims

where fish and oxygen intertwine.

His heart is a man.  The sunlight dims.

His mane is soaked at the top of his spine.

Outside of the river, he steps on shore

What were once his paws he spells out a sign

and they spell out words to tell a lore.

‘A drought in the past, the bones of the few

what was golden and green was something more

the air was more than where birds flew,

but something that powered immortal whims

and the sunsets where, what lion’s drew.’

 

pouring champagne slowly

26 Tuesday Apr 2016

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asp, cruzing, fargo, moscow

You are a string of pearls

across the southern coast.

a wig of toxic sample swirls

from an eco-centric boast.

The children have mouthfuls of ice cream,

the dessert that comes after the roast.

The light that shines after the day dream,

the will to sleep the night of the flood.

Shining white like golf balls, scream

like you’re a wedding dress in mud,

I am the oil in the fish eyes

and you’re an aorta without blood

After centuries we’ll walk and become wise

we’ll develop into different kinds of girls

welcoming different gifts hiding in a different disguise.

international dictatorships, international songs

25 Monday Apr 2016

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italian perfumes, ned, sayanara, sickness

She says that the top of

the mountain is nice and the political

context is incendiary and the deepest desires

of the angels are written in latin and not in

the wind that you control.  You pour her

a drink and ask which country

she came from, which war she is

running away from.  You hold up the

walls of scarves, but she says that

it isn’t  enough, so you both drink

and drink and get sick at your birthday party.

Spewing political ideas over top

of linguistic ideas, forming bold new

features of technological ideas.  She’ll miss

her past and the vibrations

that it came with.

the tentacles of an island, the love of the sea

24 Sunday Apr 2016

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lotions, starting, teddy bears, tokens

shade from the rock formations

on the beach, the tentacles

of love turned into a demon,

a fiery tongue touches her as

she touches the fish, touches the

squid, touches the evolution

of beast to man, of man from god, of

man to beats, the ryhthm of who

we are and what we is and the procession

of the future in the shade of the past.

let your songs not be fireproofed

23 Saturday Apr 2016

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catching, grave mistakes, grilled cheese, vice

He smells something dusty at the end.

So he looks and finds a piano framed

over top of where the wood would bend

his fingers call the sounds that can’t be named,

now silent the noise like a cat blinks

and falls to where it’s grace has aimed

The sun falls like midday isn’t what he thinks

and his dream has become a toy

spinning fast and pouring drinks,

an adult man made to give joy,

and the noise and the sun are a trend

made to turn money into a boy.

to have money, to have the past, to own the natural world

22 Friday Apr 2016

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dianetics, n64, nigeria, sorbet

she laughs when chocolate falls from her hair

her fiance doesn’t smile, but extends his hand,

the dessert falls into him in a pleasurable affair.

She ignores the past and looks out onto the land

where the flowers know the moon and sun

and that both love them with gestures grand.

The woman waits for the seance to be done

and her guests to depart, but her man stalls

to wash his careful fingers as an idea of fun

She wants a land where the future crawls

and the lamb finds peace within the bear

and chocolate sauce pours from waterfalls

 

beyond longitude, behind latitude

21 Thursday Apr 2016

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buffalo chicken, flip flops, scaramanga, tabasco

A little girl is running and her feet are moss.

Her brother is crying at the edge of the rocks.

The parents try to convince them the good in loss,

this has come to them like an big eagle to a fox

The dad takes his phone and snaps a cool pic

of the two children with sun at the docks

their heads are turned hiding their crying shtick.

A sun, the god of the north, has the face of a clown

a red nose, a flamingo from the south flies quick

across the face of the world and then down

to eat the shrimp and the tears across

the face of babes, celebrating the moldy crown

 

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