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kyrie eleison .. .

kyrie eleison .. . I stepped by the mythical tree whose branches dressed in copper whose arms reach out ever upward trained on the ghost of Jacob Marley her boughs and sprays convolvulate lavish, adorned, purpled of paradoxicality awkward, leaning … Continue reading

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DIARY OF A LINCOLNSHIRE SHEEPSTEALER

Diary of a Lincolnshire Sheepstealer … … this Lincolnshire .. . …   …   … … Those squashed, brown, glassed marbles   worth as much as a big taw or a boulder in playground exchange, much as a   … Continue reading

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AN ODE TO A BOTTLE OF TULLAMORE DEW .. .

An Ode to a Bottle of Tullamore Dew If thou being philosophical were an oil painting     wrested of nazi crates, a stolen treasure a carafe discovered, a hidden artefact     one piece of art, the beauty of … Continue reading

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NAKED AND UNASHAMED .. .

Naked and Unashamed .. . I run free my pieces jangling   run to the crashing sea I run shouting unashamed   my arms vainly embracing the moon   the wind grazing my flesh I run still wondering   in … Continue reading

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ME AND WALT WHITMAN .. .

Me and Walt Whitman .. . .. We grew out of Long Island, ManhattanIt is where my father died, I am not afraidto speak of it, my father wrote of Watergateme and Walt we wrote it down together Walt and … Continue reading

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HEMATOMA .. .

Hematoma .. . it’s a national hematoma .. . the phone rang, a voice spoke but I could not decipher the identity of the caller they pronounced my name wrong the world turns slowly I don’t think I know you … Continue reading

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FLASHLIGHTS OVER AMERICA! .. .

Flashlights Over America! . .   .   . Horizontal, these electric-karma streaks flashing    the jagged teeth of a leviathan smiling across the nighttime line running low, above    the clouded blue-black ink of deepest sea where fish swarm … Continue reading

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1979

1979 Nineteen seventy nine…    talking taken epic art     take your foot from my collar,     your hands off my ploughYour armature of gladness     your courage          are you listening now?So, I … Continue reading

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O’ FRAGONARD

O’ Fragonard .. .     O’ Fragonard you wished to become a serious artist to climb the stairs of fame and fortune to the stars your accomplishments are known, wise and certain as we lift the purple, velvet curtain, … Continue reading

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AFTERMATH .. .

Aftermath .. . . . The tragedy of universal world order conquest versus the scope and scape of nature from Tehrain through the truthful priest of Tibet to Queens then off to California the Goldrush has arrived in this sylicone … Continue reading

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