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Geraldine's Love Cup 

Mind Whimper 

She Wore a Blue Dress

Escaping the Eastern Moonlight

Driving up the road//

  //Head hanging far to the right:
 
                 Life's more exciting
                 when your three
                 streets to the win.

Texas roads: 

                  Long, straight, 
                  narrow...

...lined with cacti pointing three ways to heaven. 

Albeit, which way
is up? 

                         Australia might beg
                         to differ with Texas.

These black
lines are the only way to find 
out what those Aussies think.  

                        (not the roads)// 

                     //Letters and punctuation():():

These slake the eyes, and tame the teeth. 
Pacify the tongue and boss the ears. 

Only around the silhouette 
cast by the moon 
will you see the silver lining of 
a divine pen. 

,-,_,-,_,-,_,-))))))

                           ||Hitting 90 now.....
                           The cacti are now blurs of green 
                           walls. Mountains 
                           have turned and into 
                           clouds of brown and 
                           amber||

Hold on... the West no 
longer calls:
                                       - it screams- 

(")(!)(!)(!)(")(-)(-)(-)____________--_---__----___--____-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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laconic cypher flames 

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Fractal Scapegoat (Ode to Bob Dylan) 

Playful Pity Parade

Southern disregard & 

ancient antihistamines 

tossed out loose 

pocketbooks in 

nose deep charades.

Arch ripple shit-fang 

dipping demeanor in dismissed 

mistletoe. Distracting perverse powerhead. 

Linked possible tooth 

bones' & extract cones 

place peeping tim 

in out-based symmetry. 

Electric vines tear 

terra cotta change dome 

like Wichita. 

Heaving glass stone

down nice trivial bogus 

scheme.

Choose tangy pride 

inside dobermans 

vexing charm & listen 

for earmarks, ignore

wasted silence approving 

heroine; lest quantum leaps  

jump simple yoga happy

jeep pier's perplexing booze-snooze 

only on second Sunday of the week. 

Translitic Poem

All'anima mia
Umberto Saba

Dell'inesausta tua miseria godi.
Tanto ti valga, anima mia, sapere;
sì che il tuo male, null'altro, ti giovi.

O forse avventurato è chi s'inganna?
né a se stesso scoprirsi ha in suo potere,
né mai la sua sentenza lo condanna?

Magnanima sei pure, anima nostra;
ma per quali non tuoi casi t'esalti,
sì che un bacio mentito indi ti prostra.

A me la mia miseria è un chiaro giorno
d'estate, quand'ogni aspetto dagli alti
luoghi discopro in ogni suo contomo.

Nulla m'è occulto; tutto è sì vicino
dove l'occhio o il pensiero mi conduce.
Triste ma sollegiato è il mio cammino;

e tutto in esso, fino l'ombra, è in luce.

Animal my Soul

This undying misery locked in my cage of mind.

Shrieking sounds of animal souls cascade upon on all juvenile spheres;

yes, the mans quest for solace lies within the heart of the beast. 

Oh but is the adventure worth the sacrifice? 

I find no sanctuary in the eyes of the beast, 

and no compromise in the dark caves of his cadence. 

Yet even the most animal of souls can be magnanimous. 

Reach beyond the earshot of language and you have gestures,

beyond gestures are instinct, beyond instinct, acceptance. Appreciation. 

My desolate misery, although, an anvil of burden, is the light of the road, 

guiding me to the tangerine star of early evening. 

It is the beast of our spirit which seeks the kaleidoscope of colors, flowing through all facets of our jewel diamond lives. 

My vision is more pristine than I could ever possibly fathom,

sanctuary has been a long awaiting state of mind. 

I made peace with the beast and the darkness,

I have found solace in the light of my hindered evil.

Dr. Gretchen O'connel Dreigers mad, mad segue into latter day

Now there is a reason for this supernova of curiosity, 

this colossal change in thinking. 

We have done something that has run a course 

against nature. 

What is it? When did this magical wave of 

mind revolution begin? We have such a ball 

breaking our own records but we also seem to have

found more to victory than trophies, ribbons, oscars 

and nobel prizes. 

We have leapt into the pure mathematical 

conundrum of existence. It is logical to think 

we do this for money "just to pay the mortgage." 

It is rational to think we are just paying off our student loans.

But is it absurd to think we are paying our debt to nature? 

We have fucked miss mother nature three ways from Tuesday

and now she has found her vengeance; and not via destruction, but 

through an evolution of her destructor. We think we are "soul-searchers?"

Well then she is a doctor of the proverbial 

"spirit." 

It is a parody of sincerity. We no longer look at the 

absurd with immediate dismissal. We find meaning 

in its absurdity. We find hope in its possible

"prescience."

We go see doctors for advice and then go against

their recommendations. We have lawyers to tell us where the 

line of the law is drawn and then we jump over that scandal

with a soulful bounding leap. 

We take pills that bend our mind,

loosen our muscles, leave us unable to operate a vehicle,

and discover truths about the abstract. The prescription is the new 

inscription in our minds that it is still viable to look outside that wicked box.

And if we aren't up on pills, down in drunk, ecstasy expanding, or hovering holy 

hallucinations, we are invariably getting high on one thing–

Putting the fingertips of our 

mind on the intangible. 

The days of tactile philosophy are abound. 

The will to "look beyond the 

precipice." How natural indeed. 

There it is. The natural forces of the univers flooring the 

pedal of our imagination; driving new madness into the minds of millions 

just to get us "thinking differently."

Though I know Bob Dylan wasn't talking necessarily about this, we are still 

indeed "only a pawn in the game." 

None the less–

   We are on to something... 

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A picture of words 

turns a human family bush 

into armloads of gifts,

like baby primates 

harvesting natural gas, 

that symbolizes our country's 

lack of grand plan.

Call it "shades of humanity,"

or as it was formerly called the "exascale,"

forming simple calculations

without moving brain-bending 

moral dilemmas, like the hot dog

vendor scenario. 

Reasoning

Sure...

loose sacramental wine. obvious.
shaken tea gardens undergone
shoeless liberties. true.
in your placid lagoon
a war ensues & throughout time
has infinite battles.
so go ahead and lose your pipe.
you speak highly of your telephone,
like it's your saving grace but, in fact,
only gives you lilly head-aches, ace.
take your phone to your roof-top and throw it away!
beleaguering nostalgic swine, distinctly whining
about new years old age.
take nine more steps and see what that spot feels
like before you throw boulders into tomorrow.
leave that tipsy gypsy drinking whiskey from jar alone
and find carnival hymns to howl and scream in your
oak tree dreams.
let not be but just let go.

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Merediths' Poem 

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Systematic Septic-tank 

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Capering Bourgeoise

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Caterpillar Crusades

Trick Magnet Wand

Does one 

take two steps 

down the south way? 

Do two 

make new?

Busting together;

explosions of intonations

echoing throughout the foyer.

Just another way to pass the time;

albeit, if done right, or wrong,

this will pass a lot of time... 

This just in, 

that is the way out. 

Figure it is only a matter

of who does the in 

& how quickly, if at all, 

they get out.
Get it? 

Vengeful Binge

houris                       bombardier.               striking  

thunder 

cloud;      

                                 mighty locomotive 

 
roar. 

mother natures 

prison bars

pull no tricks. 

keep me stranded in 

"ooooo and awe!" 

selective targets 

are a must in this 

aimlessness. 

It 

don't 

seem                                    so cruel, 

unless the mood strikes me 

like a 

  fractal nightmare 

  unleashing carnal 

  rage.

my   oh my, 

jeroboam  dynasty in the 

sky. 

drunk with fierce contempt,

seeking retribution.

giving the groundlings                       a piece                                of its mind. 

radioactive cradle

just ply
Quaker cake.
obsolete
chivalry.

                     long

gondolier
platypus; wretched
ping-pong
     
                   beast.

silly shrew,
mirthless foul
doe.
               
                   jade

ecstatic
life wonder
pier

                want

decompose linear
dropout.

               penicillin

pacifier; golden
round buffoon

               spin

longevity mobile;
instant suicide.

Wasteland

Oh that silly wax nurse,
like a ringing elf,
wears a filthy burden;
Asking "Why should I ruin that armor?
Lest pigtailed princesses
need saving from fatalistic farmers,
bible-selling amputees,
& lost charmers;
who
take the child baring rain
& the soft
drunken brains,
to the northern rivers edge,
where there thoughts do not complain
about a pledge of allegiance to the lottery."

a few array

ground oh,
nylon seats
bringing select

light.

jovial solitude run
rapid loose ends

preposterous.

gate railroad set
2 clock geeks
undulating fiberglass

ecstasy.

journalistic slipknot
choking on baker-pipes
honking a jovial

lord.

eternal bias
export longing
gypsy jar

canopy.

link not
upwind root
on wire

furnace.

lace incognito
sinews,
bend Rosy

lies.