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My mound lies down with dogs - aloha smazy

Twilight, conversation    Arf arf    Oh hi

Sister augustine    Are those ravages of dawn

New    I was just on my way to america (cliche)

To get loaded in some paradisiacal dive    Would i

Choose the unobstructed view of a brick wall                         the miracle

Just look at how it broods                                           of another day passed

Love me love my moods                                           without getting slapped

Nay but i toast thee smash my empty glass down

I do not die as usual it is almost

The blackest of black habits to keep turning up here

At the window    My god who can deny

Id be better off drunk in the good old u s of a

Than nursing this deteriorating vision of fired clay    And

Still they cannot see why    For no one

Has stuck up a flashing neon sign    At a pinch

                                      a dark sloppy whisper

Blots out passage    Thats its job but at least

This is no administration to piss on

A guys aspirations spiritually or as you would know

From your own experience sister upon some chronic evening mortifying

The tits off us contrariwise    Did i

Lose it back there these sheets were like pages

Of poetry you rip to shreds for the joy

Of ripping them to shreds    Not that it isnt all here

For you to bring it out in me    All set

To pat my pockets turning from this window

To you at last smiling    What a moment   To sense you

In the fold of these arms so willing    To have nothing

Behind me to fall back across    Though the scars are not unreal

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My mound sways in the tree tops - for so weary

Am i of gazing away up there & of all this

Even nonsense of argument every bone

In my head cries out if only peace

Had ears burning at the sides of this excrescence

That is my face     What we wouldnt give etc    Only then

Are they tickled    The point being somewhat less

Than notching    My discomfiture more & more pronounced

Scarcely    With some sort of plum in its mouth

                                                                  swish!

Goes without saying though that i cherish

These little forays    The inch given the mile

Taken the flies gaping into a trashy pastel glow    I

Yeah    Remember to make a note of that    Nothing is burked

& sallying forth portrait dun contretemps under the arm    Sweet

Occasional creature lay down

That excuse for a cutlass    And that    And that

Is as far as it goes    Time passed of course    Played house

With my fair share of lonely stick figures

Sorry asses all

Where my crumpled spectacles were concerned    Let me

Remove them for once who knows talk about

A different perspective on things    How long

Had i gone about considering a skull

Is for nudging    Perhaps posting one of them

A greeting card to express warm thoughts

On their special day    A potted hairy mallow

Plummeting so many floors to the sidewalk

Yes sir we have levity but at what price    Crazy wise

Cracking town out there    Eyes to see what a fright you are

3/

My mound tiptoes through tulips - rough drafts do

Shake the darling buds of may    Been there to be

Hilly    To turn without gripping    This plant would do well

Always & everywhere in clayey soil    Forking it out for

Trample down thought    I have never told you this

But i saw you that baleful morn    Oh so you know    No need

For me to go on & on    Singing for my supper    Rooted to this

Desolate platform plucking on an ill fed animal    No

That was you alright    And i suppose we are at last

Known associates    But i sure could use some desultory

Pie & coffee    Brother what i am tired of

Gnawing on    Hurts donut    This cheesy train station

Decor    A regular little mickey chekov    Crooning

                                             alter me

In a burn & trough of images

Kills the image    It is a classic and night wears on

Lie down & take it    Fall again into fitful slumber

Dreaming hindered by a style    A way of running away

It is all my fault solitude strewn

Over each and every finger    You are not really

Free    Not really a peach (should you dare to be)

Of stolen discretion    Minor sevenths    Une

Jogeuse dans le parc    Who is climbing in this

Disport could she be sure    Questions    Nothing more

Than questions    Trying to forget my questions

Of love    And look my whole hand in the end    There

Were many volumes    The tide going out

Kind of registered disgust with me    I couldnt help it

Too many presidents are bad for your eyesight    And the

Cherry florist is in sitwell arcade ph 2007 1601

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My mound sleeps it off on the back seat - hell the only way

Not to worry is not to worry    You do me better

Than i do myself shed murmur and wed smile

At the ambiguity of it all    The midnight florist

Where is that again shed tease    But i love

Liquorice id reply    Then just as soon you are above it

All    Arent patterns fascinating    There is one now

To the opening & closing of drawers    This dressing

Thing is so catchy    Just dont ask me what it signifies

Dear    A crane falls out of the sky one evening injures

Three prostitutes    It is smoke a cigarette altitude

                          but you love the stuff

At variance    I shouldnt think so will never touch another

Drop    You believe me dont you captain    I lost my voice

Singing the internationale    They found it in some hobos ear

Only he werent no real hobo    Papers half paper

Cut    Wont you be all mine you slut    Oh is there no end

To all the fryin poachin    The percolatin    Aint it

Asking too much of the stars

To give a shit about us    Film noir butterflies

Dont come along everyday when suddenly

Closely inspect that rim    Hm what did i tell you

These toys will make some children very happy    Meanwhile

We grow accustomed to its face    The war paint etc

And the rivers flow    All roads lead to patience &

Thrift    This immense and little populated land i wonder

Is it a step up to hope from there    A pigs knuckle

In the steam twinkling ironically so or is it only

Me    My “imagination”    Coughed up here it is all i can

Do not to forget to weep    Head in hands upon the stoop

5/

My mound isnt supposed to like it - they are not actual

Caves of course    The little churl in his hollywood

Bungalow    Look those are stairs

That were his eyes    Whatever it is it is

Spreading    Whatever it may be the tone is upon you

To render it an insult    There are elements to the enigma

& some of them are final    These early hours are consecrated

To your education    Hard blows enrich you    Oh my god

When i look in the mirror you exist

A severe infant    You can keep your rotten bike

This cosmos

Is just a droplet left in the bottom of a tumbler

I have drained at a gulp    Ha    And when you

Finally reach that pole you may discover my flag

In the spiked ice that i claim in the eternal name

Of petulance    Dont snuffle so    Frigging garrulity

Everywhere you go    A wave of small towns life

Below eaves    It was no dream your books

Lay scattered all around    Open on top of

Inside each other    We strung together whole minutes

In ghastly appreciation    Could not seem to budge    This mall

Isnt big enough for the both of us and cat stevens

For flute a bec    A crumb of roquefort    Who placed that

There    He is poorer than ever    Remember him    Someday

He will learn to paint beyond the colon & this

Is the beauty of the past    For now he is coolly

Dividing his time between the city & the

                                                                        island

There people know him simply as “carnoy”    He would grin &

Bear such expressions as these    You can tell that by the photograph

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My mound applauds a rose - i cannot think

What has gotten into it    A secret handshake of some kind    You

Cannot say the words i long to hear    Wake up

To make up    And in these stalls cretins

Once aspired to a modicum of glibness    As in

The outside world not a second ticked by

That the kid was not sold on something    Revolution

Sticks & stones    Spicks & specks    You know

The kid    She lives in slits

                                       twang painfully

Eat scampering    Pearls hit the fan    How goes it

A whit to beauty before ages    Spat out like a flower

Of the trail    Precious heartless

Wonderful cruel    You    Me too    Boom sha la la lo

Like lovers    Of our own device    Stop that i should be

Studying sparks will fly drool i am meant to be assuming

Something    Hithering weights    Mademoiselle it is moonlight

Cowering in consonance    Dogs balls    Inertia much

Has spared thee    Untimely zeal    To impasto

With ancient implications to scent in some halcyon tome

Only the mysteries are all washed out of it with emotion    If not

Hard work & right thinking    Then i would have to be incredulous

Of my ability to smell the freshness in such circumstances    One

So ratified by touching a sacred object    A strange machine    Not even

Virtual    Still i shall woo them with my wooden leg &

Moulting gravy french    I do not mean the telephone book

In all fairness    The alphabet for fucks sake grace to live &

Paddle in the atmosphere of his den    That is correct it triples

Etc    Imaginatively leaves fall on a bridge    Today you are this

Troublesome individual whom fate has such a time announcing

 7/

My mound will consider your request - and the mists

Of surrounding text are definitive    People you once

Thought you knew gave themselves over wholly

To orgies of self doubt    Trust me

You have not clutched at anything so special of late    A

Cross between paralyzing shyness    The inner demands

To avoid it at all costs    Now will you leave me    I

Have a head to bury grisly thing    I

Wonder you will    Thingsll happen

When you are trying to be quiet   Reading without

Moving your lips    They swim    I am thinking how

Could they in a lyric wretchedness    Suppressing what is

“left” “blank” “entwined”    I am only obsessed

With the way pleasure transforms

Your features as you lean out to me

Leaving the rest of you behind    Hey

What is going on back there    Sunshine    Better than

Sunshine to me    And as for the “real” sun blind

Syphilitic    No comment    Clink greenly    Never heard of him

                                             so climb those steps

As you mean to descend them

Into childish horror    Then nothing was quite so pretty

As deicide in the morning    Banging meditatively

Against a mildewed fresco how do you like your

Gritty roman    Shove a cork in it smells hungry

In here    Then at midnight i will steal your soul traveling

Back through time    I will shoot you on location

In portugal through a hole in the anus    Uh huh that is

A brilliant remark    In pieces    On raw skin    The frozen

Cemetary earth    So many have died    So you keep saying

8/

My mound makes rash claims - gosh i have

Nowhere to squeeze it    All that about “occult” power its

Secret & seed of knowledge    You have the advantage

Of me    I have the opposite standing here standing me    Now

I realize i never knew how to act

In a swarm    And as a scalpel is to the comic

So is a violin to rape of the evening ahead    Dump it

There in the foil which may be folded

So artistically    Someone is bound to despise you for it

Lets not kid ourselves here    Lets go get a beer

All these martinis are making me dry    Now that is a machine

Slouched at its desk clawing gunk

Out of its ear    Wishing it could be like you

Bark like you bite    Call it anything but dont call it late

For erstwhile mush    Is it so very late   10:15 pm

A cold & gusty night in late spring    In that event

Quite    Late enough for a sniff    My word arent we shepherding

Experience into the blender    Dont tell me so much loneliness

Diving off the end of an ironing board into some mythical river   No

I grew up there someone says    Ah someone    You drone    You

Meet a stranger & right away launch into an anecdote

Involving your liver or your kidneys    You dogs dinner

Mercy where is cool water without you lapping it up    I mean

Mercy it is clearly the theme of the day    Coming & going

Tinnitus of the lower abdominal region    But if they expect me

To drop everything for a lousy hoop

                             is anybodys guess    there three

Lines to go    Make that two & a half    Even less    What

A trick    It works & if it doesn’t i never meant it to    But theres

An even trickier trick coming up said the mosquito with eyebrows

9/

My mound says that is very good i will not touch it - this un

Fortunate tendency you have but

At my age    Gadzooks    Other nights i sit up

Reading it & cackle    Cackle like a witch    Tchin tchin

Let us clink intellects naturally i am no witch perish the thought

Then again thats entertainment    This one goes out to all you

Lackadaisical bathers out there    Concerning dammit    Scatological

Glees    Then picture this your planet after all sss

Moking peacefully   Newsflash 4 pack of irish ale

Trumps secondhand portable thoreau    I wont tell you again

                                get those lugubrious balls

Off the table    We may have failed but we dont have to

Live like this    Suggestion it youre going for the sad pizza

Pie effect work droopier w/ less “anchovies” spake

Zarathustra    Less is “more”    Got tell it to the mountain

& if that doesn’t pan out get a summer job teaching

Baguettes the backstroke    Wake up one morning to find

That leaves so mysteriously

Are turning    But what sign of nature is this like

Bazoombas in the periscope when we are far if ever from any

Charted shore    (groan) I will be glad when this matinee is over    Just

A steamy pile of guts & garters propped up in a corner chez

Who cares    The house of do not pester me with that or the other etc

The front porch of forgive me but i harbor no such intention dot

Dot dot    (sigh) Not tonight    But close    That woozy instant before deciding

I shant care    Into the trivial round which as they say is no objection    For as

Bugs saunter in & out of a choric intensity you must admit

That the dream is at least loud    And with a runaway trolley load of

Fishy delight abroad anyone might end up wearing it    Yet possessed of no

Especial dexterity you hunch in a kind of agony till the tip glows