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The Daily Obscurant: the scat-poet's musing/:upturned-forward-leaning garbage
that shaky hates
belly full of
black.
i'm hardly allowed
to scare-up the horrible signage
"ain't it pretty those..."
i'd like to mouth these humors
before the weeks
i made only to voyeur misshapen heavens
from a pinprick
and a modest light
this weeks
are regrettably heavy--
"should i make its acquaintance?"
poor bitch
no matter
she slowly comes
is she lost?
my wit.
sP.
black.
i'm hardly allowed
to scare-up the horrible signage
"ain't it pretty those..."
i'd like to mouth these humors
before the weeks
i made only to voyeur misshapen heavens
from a pinprick
and a modest light
this weeks
are regrettably heavy--
"should i make its acquaintance?"
poor bitch
no matter
she slowly comes
is she lost?
my wit.
sP.
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body theatre: PTR x sP. (interpolated verse)
Apopelexia;
this fiending sense
i left you in the strong of the house at 19-90-9 (rivalized time)/ they say girl-- girl, titular girl, i found your earring at the end of the staircase, and why don't you wear it?/
Act II: body's on
homing-- the head should shake with equipoise the bias of the trunk/ the feet-- earth themselves like hairy roots, and the hand takes on the other (your hands would hold you back)/ listen! body [economized body], stay tied & freight, take in your bowl (dear body) the write, the house of the Symbolic (7 house) and house of the Ream (15 house) the syntagm taupe and throttling the paradigm, never going back-- i'm never going back-- i'm never going back/ (head) why should i-? (head) when every thing is here...(head) if everything's here, (head) why go back there-? (head) we like it here (head) we never liked it there (head) were going to stay here, oh yeah (head) were going to stay here (head) i don't have to (i don't have to) even like it, want to go (i don't want to)... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back........
i lost my sense of feeling, back in 19-90-9 (back in time)/ they said girl you left your country, that is why the symptoms arrived/ and if you try to go back, your head would give you distract (give you distract)/ you feet would refuse to walk you, and your hand would hold you back-- your hands would hold you back/ now listen dear body (dear body), don't you fall apart/ you carry around inside of you (dear body), two important parts of me/ number one is my head and number two is my heart/ i'm never going back-- i'm never going back-- i'm never going back/ (head) why should i-? (head) when every thing is here...(head) if everything's here, (head) why go back there-? (head) we like it here (head) we never liked it there (head) were going to stay here, oh yeah (head) were going to stay here (head) i don't have to (i don't have to) even like it, want to go (i don't want to)... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back........
-PTR
this fiending sense
i left you in the strong of the house at 19-90-9 (rivalized time)/ they say girl-- girl, titular girl, i found your earring at the end of the staircase, and why don't you wear it?/
Act II: body's on
homing-- the head should shake with equipoise the bias of the trunk/ the feet-- earth themselves like hairy roots, and the hand takes on the other (
i lost my sense of feeling, back in 19-90-9 (back in time)/ they said girl you left your country, that is why the symptoms arrived/ and if you try to go back, your head would give you distract (give you distract)/ you feet would refuse to walk you, and your hand would hold you back-- your hands would hold you back/ now listen dear body (dear body), don't you fall apart/ you carry around inside of you (dear body), two important parts of me/ number one is my head and number two is my heart/ i'm never going back-- i'm never going back-- i'm never going back/ (head) why should i-? (head) when every thing is here...(head) if everything's here, (head) why go back there-? (head) we like it here (head) we never liked it there (head) were going to stay here, oh yeah (head) were going to stay here (head) i don't have to (i don't have to) even like it, want to go (i don't want to)... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back, she never going back........
-PTR
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Red Kids.
mazed on building;
this new money,
hazarding suicides
and bright romance,
one micturating wise
the other in sweatshirted abuses,
these new-hostile
jumping polyvalent
scare over group in men-scowl and permanentation, the tried hurt of age;
but on fresh complaints;
perfected ritual,
on fresh complaints
-the brilliantine adult
but on fresh complaints.
sP.
this new money,
hazarding suicides
and bright romance,
one micturating wise
the other in sweatshirted abuses,
these new-hostile
jumping polyvalent
scare over group in men-scowl and permanentation, the tried hurt of age;
but on fresh complaints;
perfected ritual,
on fresh complaints
-the brilliantine adult
but on fresh complaints.
sP.
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pink punition; asexué
wet no
this stacy
begetter,
i hate the two pitys
she lipped me
-she can't've shown those bird-dogs?!
i didn't point. i didn't.
of what regrettable thoughts she trafficked-me
i fit her, conspicuity
the stacy ate my news
i want back with me-- each gummy word
all consonance i perverted for you
each dumbness
and concatenation
but the stacy bubbled "we're too much for each-other"
gagged of that therapy
i forced "must it be this way?"
don't medicine me tit!
healthily yours,
'best it alone' bubbled stacy
and i shot silent,
hated.
sP.
gag
this stacy
begetter,
i hate the two pitys
she lipped me
-she can't've shown those bird-dogs?!
i didn't point. i didn't.
of what regrettable thoughts she trafficked-me
i fit her, conspicuity
the stacy ate my news
i want back with me-- each gummy word
all consonance i perverted for you
each dumbness
and concatenation
but the stacy bubbled "we're too much for each-other"
gagged of that therapy
i forced "must it be this way?"
don't medicine me tit!
healthily yours,
'best it alone' bubbled stacy
and i shot silent,
hated.
sP.
gag
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the killer of sheep: an excerpt
*un monde d'images inappropriées*
the building-hop
-foots dance the scoop
they rocket the sky
they toyed the dirt
and beat back pebbles with
their hands,
the rumble of kids
gamble pains in street surf
"the bitter earth"
mother's hugged in a room
trotting square with this tulip
they tip and spun like a wheel on the jakes
imprinting his skin
with messy kisses
Rebuked!
"it's gonna rain..."
"the roof still needs fixin'..."
sP.
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in-body
malingering in the courage,
spellbound to the L-bed,
in the yuck of your body
you're body
--the opened pursed
tenseless on scale,
on clouded moon slab and tepid earth,
grabber bowed to mean
saddled to the quilted night
still footed by the "onetimer," woman
this white rider
thoughtlessly giddy
pipe-fed cretin
i'll bring you patches in the soil
and small the bowl,
a girl-red point.
sP.
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épopée sexuelle: triplicity
1. at parlor
lunch-box
the real girl
lifes
light house
and emerald pathmarks indicate way to whore dank
reaper jesus
libations tanker’d
spread legs to
the fixes of poor hands and feet and bins
cockles on this shelf
-- a meet’s rendered
between seaman and
crystal train
the conductor
a rife specimen
logging to do--
so story is:
chip for hand for flame for rose
color thief
rhizomes
round this moebian doughnut
the molar life
of which the vanguard
a-train rumbles
sod and whicker line
deseizin
chad leaves [with] comp. trophy
with hess at Achilles
cat for china-box
jive award
and ---- zoom to next the
golden chamber
2. bosom boy perfomative
the hawk’s there
stalin big
chimes on
the real announcement
producers ready themselves
magnum hunger
lightening breaks stage
man-stepping
the barking bitch
vaunting vowels
mud children
steady a report
herms tell about
womaned station(s)
“its lush”
-- go endanger youselves repros
demon sam
understates spectale
and assails
him-herms
on/at vanity
collude talks
hawk
and the gimme-boy
breast and snatch hat
exchange mass
and fly off away from each other
monsenor hess makes birth on golden chamber
after he pulverizes
import cans at dank
then sanding him-producers
susieless gangsters on their own turf!
serious sam beats off hess
to the sanding
not yet enough him
sam avec titty chap
still sender on way
existentially problematic
-- extant
at end of professor’s wick
he’s on to you
says of hims own
herms will die function
s. curtis refuses absolution
while him-train sets over distance toward another series
a green valence house
- the partitive green chamber
birthday callers drop off
disembark on barn complex full with;
ascetics, sub-men-- space punnies, moon goons
collector
the heart pill testerot
these implements play over there excursions here,
the martian barn
twating about their retrograde experiment
something ‘body-suit’
something something whoop his ass
chocolate
& cigarettes
fish bowl tensor manc
blow kisses
antimony,
guarantor lets go the latex gimp (body suit)
text folly
the rubber command
shove off again
now three strength riders:
spank twit, mammary malcom, and crush captain Samuel C.
the push-cart operator
scoot steps to next stop
3. Vagina 3rd
near lastly; green temple chamber
he sits crystal into terrestrial muck
this woody scenic
yieldly dirt
pass here
the swallow filth
wading for the three dark riders
bouquets
grandiloquent,- in their prop-up cages, wrap saddles, toe traps
they meet only sam c. comes out transport
the harem
and he serenades
assuagents
talking
- cellophane pussy
hers (self-sustaining)
‘gynecologically
demure’
autopoetic charlies
legend ons true
S. curtis titillates with masculinity
the girl with cellophane snatch
da-da-da-di….
(they) turn in guffaws at sufferer sam
he negotiates with top crotch
convening at the arbor
cloris the head
spits-- if only earlier
by-gone plume
if only cheaper
we’d in-form you
lucky for them knotted flowers, conductor sammy has whip hot merchandise,
to giver
give her
new life lad for john john the corpse
‘unstuck me, crotch
and we change fast friend!’
ut oh hess puts down mister miss (ms.)
why you, here pro-man?
cloris say
he cat’d us, now hurry the adolescence…
I’ll be returned (sam says)
just wait
conductor boards tram for fetch-kid
‘titty laddy switch suits with mute punk, why won’t you?’
herms complies
gifts over bucket wings and slat skirt
back to
the battlefield
with gimp ahand
‘here’s your chimp y-engineer.’
no.no.no. hess professor rejoins
he’s not the philly of gold chamber--
all that said
bunnies warm to the up-dressed scant
he purchases their affections with sound and stink
hess then tries render no-reason (suit outfitted as herms)
tramp raps hess
buds issue, gives reason
in turn stays life of low-boy
professor craven can only singularly apply death at thanks-given
sam, freighted with son’d breast man hermes
bounding for earth like loose pets
with a jewel case fat with john john remains
--payola
returns puzzlements to gaped constellation
Samuel up-builds
decides to
chest kitten herm boy
as his ownmost
side
cloris mastered labian
plus father criminal hess
link hands
and cherish spud unto fait accompli
he kills,
the Son.
enchained.
sP.
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On Wards
trap face
i can't hear your twisting fictions
when at night
and i
and you pull at my v-top
say "i'm dying"
i clean you
put you on
up
and the freer you become
the more you diminish me
sunday's i'm red
little comforts is what i can do
nothing
friday's i'm egg blue
scoop my face into your hands
and i'll help
you to think me
sP.
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Sexed proofs
the sign of him
no
she's not-only
you, -not, not not you
you you not not you
parenthetically hers
some small covetous i
12-nothing sets
on two doors
stroke
the mother
la meme
faithful that she is--
noun phrases themselves inference
"you don't exist but for my saying"
the namely shapes
listen
talk up themselves
poor and having been given,
the charity of women
but what,-
for the show of us?
whipped-on by a bureaucracy of cautions
man is imposture
passing on
the sexual artifacts
like days on the week
exchanging foes
at candled tables in the foreign district
who's the less--
the salesman
or the sale??
sP.
a man and woman (homme et femme)
suit scales the plaza
perspectival
joins the sheep effacer
and front-will, abutted
climbingly says
"perhaps there's a chance you'll stay"
but nothing escapes
her
her folded
fronting him
the lawn of him
second-handing she let's
oh-
"you know very well"
heaving over these few so-calleds
consigning him
forgetfully
"devour me" she once
said him
he's there repeating
as if the first
he barters her
she cuts face to him
"so i don't give a damn"
and so lending him decisive
she's deathly
and leaves uncrossed
as yet unmade by him
and (his) toothy proportions
she leaves leaving
the suit follows tail
her,
delivers herself backwards
never without chase
but claims forgetful
in alibi
she weaks over
love begotten them
in end.
epilogue:
"i meet you
i remember you
who are you?"
the fit of him
petitions looks
together they mess themselves
clawing down the curves
of his-her
her body suggests itself
napping curiosities
end at two fates
and venge the counters
all the unmanned hour
finally
them-selves submitted.
Sp.
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Queuing
that's on line
queuing
youing, you
viewing
shes wunderbar
-- fingering tabs
i'm fowling for you misses
vowel-crowning
two cranes
babble spouses
jabbing twain
frigging lately, without (y/our) permissions
i'll wait daisy
away from your chaining, and whats-it
i'm gassing
i hate you
-wait!'
mumble me jack
and we'll cracker cheese & wine
--
stumble pumpkin
side with me
aside me
affront me
distinguish me
i'm alone for you
queuing too
off remarks
believe me state!
beyond me
beyond me beyond
me
believe only in ourselves.
we the first makers
--lording illiberally over bed.
sP.
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E-rotics/mid-day laborer
womens lambasters
fidget over clinamen
and hangers-boy boy themselves
edit debtors
and blinkered links
but womens lambasters
boy crucial deficit
these lousy so-suches
case--
case the body artifice
toe-touches,
wend on purpose(s)
I next you
me boy'd hers
and at ankles
we have two dweebs
eveing together eveing
cursing copy (spurious infinity)
and punctuation!
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liturgic bliss
Sailors cable
he
T
t
HE
yap-channels
and vivid squibs
i
it can't be
Empire
centers everywhere!
laughman says its
tubes tied,
so
Sailor suns Bandwidth
for bids
and twaddles virus
to hands-hold the girl
the girl
girls talk
lalangue feminin
How-?
Sailor Goes Flirt
chide apropos
and feathers
lady imbibitions
(he)Cries high tired
-- to string finger with floss tape
"gimmie hand, nemesis."
cap channels
with bubbles
full up with kissy-face
t
he laureate him
trys cancel chance
Entreaty,
"schedule me"
he lets know
the member
"hey fast, hands me
games and
counterpoise..."
"No! short." he tells at her
no-bid cunts to contract
was last in
his
he
ad
"we gang only to interlock fingers..."
fast hand?!
yen-some cat-
so Sailor blog in Capitals
and version T-girls
a feet
(so) he whys at message
Sp.
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"Hiya dog face..."
one knows business like you, monkey.
throttle interviewers good'dayers sooth telling
offer their names to your tricks and imping
try to bottle you for playback and returns?
quite the no, heavied freakish laughter
and tuesday jitters, in lawless color and chalk leather and sin
you bat his nose, the twink
and jolt, the done rocker
pop folds himselves--
recovers cutesy for the beggar audience
then snarls, he bigly snarls
his felled urges
the plastics viewer
none the more captivated then him
"influence, influence" say the salesman
"he's from me." the rocker pops
enough thumbing him on, he'll bite you
and down from ceremony-- he warps the stage
he cat-calls them atrabilious professor schmucks
he courtesies and pummels and kicks these so's
he plunges the crowd
and spits on children
growing slow from scary
smoldering provocations
the black
points, stalks, points
and rockets props and cracking whips
sp.
(the video that forced the poem--)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4zQpFSYCJ0
love-after auto/sodomy
blonde, the doted line
Blonde; twisted paper heel
toeing wild the horizonal line
something fell-- just there
out from touch
she can't for me
not mine,
tanguy's firmament
she's latent and without me
i need she
but how when do i wait enough?
am i expecting?
a soapy caption
and;
on half-eaten trues.
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air-raids over USO.
Ar-cynics, jejune bugs (-me )and the chortling step-singers
tan giants smash peach at the clangor horn
it's missions time
* blue bulwark face
it's missions time
*fuck son
it's missions time
*busty felon
missions, time
alarm thyne-self on this petrous shelf
climb aman
hang anon
charter the flesh
it's missions time
leave Ar-cynics
theirs doomsaying boom the bull-horn
and this insights you
For
it's missions time
*moon-baby.
sp.
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(the) Bitch of Saint Paul.
listening parties, for the vicar bitch
redoutable bitch-
traps in smilely-tone
the martyr marks and people-cash
tramp pauline together purges
small wallets,
hers
crammed universal
twos not-all
on these eights
rage sevens
and mint sixes
next that,
-pauline's deletion
none more the listening party
then too begins
- the curly question
spare O's of fate
and there
~penny origins in-the-open!
sp.
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