"...sounds very uh television-y"
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does not cognate
with contributing to ongoingnessness
(ie nonsynthesizing)
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spin. not the right word for it.
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create a dynamic here
where do you acknowledge non-hermeticism?
comment on the comment on the comment?
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Uh plain American uhTV-specific uh skate on the drowned
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Lang-wage
mid-veneer
cultivultivision
Natchewrawll(def.):Radiobillboardballoon
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Edit it with a spoon (or, from a spoon)
Respond with mouth full. Whatever.
Keep the burner up! and brain savvy gravy
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Listless tongue busters
Beavis and Beethovan equates Text vs. Texture
Making
it beyond Blah
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Stylistic formalism (How Dry It WAS)
Contravening "I expected the surprise"
I miss you
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Your wholesale appropriations
The way your agression makes you so comfortable, me too
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And there was this idea, fell out
at the last minute
From the many times folded-over
reference
That we had it so sweetly once Love
Figure my Total Fair Use Doctrine Love
Goodbye, Mock Furious
The edge no longer contradicts
More is no, less is "yes
And yes she said yes"
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Invisible ink on air kinda thing
Stopping by woods and nobody noticed
For many years he was a she
They sat by riveredge and didn't
Not even palm wine nor smoke
Would start fish quizzically appear
And dart away from the spot
Where the sunk hook shoulda been
Yet the time went by
For no perparent reason
By the clock of the bay
Watching nothing roll away
On recycled lifesavers
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grates the page
over brain al dente
li'l curlicues di parmigiano shampoos it
doses a bite o' green virgin
over that, yeah, and tosses in
a dash of melted memory flash
ecco la! "ze word salade!"
a mix it like an old rose
petal the big old head'll get no
nosey speaks calmly up
ahem sweeper zip it up
into an aria of the sea moves
like nothing more nor less
than the motives of a tornado
boom
And if you spill something
No apology please
It stain without recourse
You gotta taste this!
No wait, really dry!
Aged resonating delicious wafts
Anyone lurking enough for dessert?
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BALANCE
Balances
Life
Off
The
Speakers
Yo Bimbo
Bimbo Rivas
Yo this and that
Balance with Eternity
Just for a little while
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THE POINT
for Luis Rodriguez
The point is
Where we are at
Is the point
Of all returns
We're at the point where you can see clear through
The Crystal Diet Pepsi Lite
Transmogrifying your transcendence
To that point where you prep to the fine
Point the Dinosaur Armor Divisions of the National Guard
While picking your teeth with a grenade handle
Awaiting the verdict on reality itself
As the gates to the Academy of the Future
Are blown
Clear off the hinges
By the implacable forces of the End of History
I used to be a visual aid
Now I'm a hospital
It's all right Ma, I'm only deconstructing
At least the Germans understand
Sandbag the universe
Kill the aliens
Put the kids on drugs
Shave every hair
Hope is a thing called advertising
And poetry my Sweet
Is on MTV
That's right Super Poet
Has devoluted the bod
Into its molecular construct
To pass right through
The lead wall of Plato's polis
The MTVization of Poetry
The Poeticization of MTV
Which gives who gives what gives
A putt putt little motobooty
We rush to rescue something from the burning building
And bring it back into the burning world
Let's unionize the Poets
Let's stand up because there are no chairs anyway
Not any real chairs
They are being used to pound a brain with
Some sense at all sense in no sense
It doesn't make it anymore
Sense, I mean, since
Nothing comes over the rainbow
Bob Kaufman's head, smile is a rainbow
It's 1995, you cannot put rainbows in poems anymore!
They've evaporated, become ads,
Madness has been changed into a new breakfast drink
And it's clear
And that's the point
There's a bunch of poets shuffling off to the Slam
Voices are heard, mouths are propellered open and
People have bad breath
The guy who takes my bottles back at the bodega looks so tired
The picture of the smiling Filipino kid on a dump over
Jessica Hagedorn's bed
Love comes in the front door without knowing things
The cloak of invisibility is such a great look these days
And a dozen condoms, please, to go
The past is on a rampage
Eating itself
Didumm
Youie hearum abouda veggibles for eber und
Lizards crawl over the moon, they are not tired,
(No! Not them point!) but wired
Messages coming through at such and such a pace
I'll grab a few deposit slips, an X hat, a kiwi fruit
And hightail it out to the desert where we
Stop dead and pray for clear, cold acid, acid rain
And I am in the Love Canoe
The window is stuck
Howzs the hurricane going to stay out
The Crystal Lite Pepsi is boiling over
The Refrogerator Magnets are dangling
I mean dancing
I mean losing pep pop profundity
Poopoohing the poignant and eating bugs raw because
They are haute cuisine bro
Fax machines who said
Fax machines
Fax machines are implanted at birth I am spilling
The delicious venom
The college library is the perfect site for a Transplanted Rain Forest Habitat Salvation Center
Are we there yet
No but we were just there
Is it time yet
Not quite you just passed it
Passed what it
You o'passed the o'point
O'back there o'ways
Notes in your shoes, tacked to genitals
A list to remind yourself to look at the To Do List
The see-through soft drinks with lo-cal alcohol are surfacing
It's so Pure, Zounds is making a come back
Because everybody finally knows Zounds means
Gods Wounds
And finally we know that God does not exist and is bleeding All over the place
Which is the placed point of
Love Caboose! Get the balls,
Get the sapgum
Demagnetized tapes are big smash hits now
Listen to Pure 000
That's right we degauss your brain
Insert a train of yikes thought that makes no stops
You are the auto pilot
Wherever whenever whatever however
You forgot to express yourself and went the local route
The local root keeps you rooted and rooting for joy
And garbage in a strait jacket
And what you got left is the point
Of the point
And nothing but the point
Where something never leads to something else
Because something is
You on the brink of the Great Abyss
And they are quickly extending the overhang
Hang on, Sloopy!
Hang on to that point
Oh Gyroscopic Moon,
balance point of the Wobbling Pivot
Graceful nonpoint gently pushing us back.
Back into the coffin from all directions
Stop me stop me stop me
Before I get to the end
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PRACITICE (Sic)
Now that I am responsible for getting poetry on television
Diluting the last vestige of purity on the planet
People are saying, "How's your own poetry doing?"
As if getting poetry on tv
Were not poetry in itself
My own poetry is not very well, I reply
The bitter twitches of my lips flapping
When I drag myself to the pen
After hours of meetings with lawyers and executives
And sitting in horrible editing suites
Breathing stank reconditioned air
And after I've tucked my daughters in for a good night
And kissed my lovely wife a couple times to keep the sparks from sleep
I jot a few random words on the back of an envelope
And pray that they'll make sense in the morning
It's a new way to write
It's called poem
Which I rush off to agent
And head for date with
Sand Man
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Scratching Skeleton
Smokin up a storm
C a s u a l l y elaborate
(Just the ring forever)
Answering the question relected in the...
--W e l l ?
The reflections, yes,
a stringent
Tremolo
The Leap
Out of the night/pocket of love
A starry starry some other word for night
Call it The Darkness Time? Hour of the Cave?
Tunnel to the Sun -- mainly speakers
All around keeping busy allowing sounds to escape
Rationing the detail
And trill drills deeply working over a breast
Now that's understanding
Deep in the Black Bowl the thousand eyes
Suddenly unify with a single zippity synapse
An accidental total connection
Jumpstarts
Like the names of God have all been invented
Or like God shows up and the trees bow
Trees with leaves, trees witout
The rod quakes in the opening
A body question mark balloons out into the Future
Held by a thin squeaky spongey spiralling organic string of love
Fancy
Fancy meeting you here blah blah blah!
I wouldn'y if I were you blah blah!
Oh really let me know if blah!
Thusly blah the blah blah blah
Converse? I thought you said convert!
No kidding. That's completely dif blah.
Blah blah for goodness sake hm
What was that blah again
I can relate to that blah again
Boy was that ever close! What could I have been thinking of? She almost understood me, I'm sure of it. It was like she was looking rightvthough me. She could see the real me, oh brother. I've got to calm down. I'm exploding, I'm blowing my stack. I'm smoking! I guess this is it. This is it. This is really it. This, this is love, huh?
Yippi ti tappiti tiyiyo --
The whirligig is set free (Hello I'm Wire Lee)
This message brought to you by
By you brought message this
Ooo
Boy do I like love
It so yum,
Kiss me quick before children!
Our life settles in a pronoun
Kick me out of your mouth
This sung while dancing to a future
That is s7unny right where
The declaration of a turtle
Sings the interlude of our existence
Like a bouyant cloud that strong
A friend walks by cloud
And a hospital aloud
And a marriage cloud
The tiny aspirations of ear -- what?
A birdfeeder attracts the young.
A hill and a half- what? The flower
Is in the way, spoiling the view of the
father. Scurry to the basement, hiding
Is the best place. A river runs by it.
For manyv reasons all blue, she patiently
Pulled ever so gently the skin folds
Pliant, relaxed wrinkles, lifted the word
Over the paint. So many regard a ghost
As preferable, but again -- the ear, the flesh.
In this I pull the trolley tongue alobng
Meaningful kiss, to supplant meaning, and
Slowly age together ever tender.
Four (or Five) Amongst the Day Lilies. Sex
And loss, sliding between the spring bulbs.
Clouds pacing the atmosphere, so many fingers gently
Applying the skin-pleasured skin. Faux peni
Blossoming tongues of their own. Mindy was an organ-
Izer, tight dark curls. The deep blues of Evol,
Sweating profuse character, sticky and the purest
Evocation of a reclining civilization one could imagine.
Claudia? Hank? And trembling Terce, the herm-
Aphrodite. Ai, mis amigos, how the chunky mo-
Ments elaborately reconstruct -- were I to attempt
The briefest of recapitulations, even just a list
Of pairings, groupings, tiny sonatas of pre-orgasmic
Sensation -- well, I can say now, quickly would it devolve
Into a moment-by-moment for there is no other
Only the idiotic languagwe lapping the intricate
Webbing us into our flesh.
Colors, ionization, salty taste.
I fall
For you
Over and over
To repocket
The moment
Vision gave me you
And impossible possible
The kiss won't stop
Digging through
Tender Science
Tender science trade scene
Eyes cooly float to survey
Love friend fried fiend
An army inbetween surrounds
The colors slowly sound
Jewelled hints casually drop
Little clues, footprints, mess-
Ages of the past hidden
Under the ledge of future
If Life as Life Goes On
Even existence then love
Seepens, an ever-changing
Shaft of light illuminating
This and that of our making
Turning over the earth, a seed
Awakes crying for air, cover
Tender shoot shyly
Ever verging
Roots lift, supporting air
Sky a blanket of might
Heads Up
With or without hats
Vocabulary matches
Boot to breast and toe
To ear, pinch the cable
On the table
And slo swirl
Pointed curl and that
Is that