them write them versescussescurses

__--------------beware thee false pretenders__________

little jesus idin't really dig'em

did'it in a neurotic moment of subjecthood- The Knight Escaped!

whereas knighthood


is what it's really about




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keepthe languagewagertheflowfloodofbattlegodsthemouths made toetotoespeech

not a dyin' man with a stick up his ass

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Were You ?

were you happy with those verses, Jesus? I prosed the recondite bear of truth fluffed by h’s and death warrants to the saddle dome, a sailor makin’ mystery or it doesn’t cut mustard with me and how many onions can you hold in a wheel barrow, that other stanza was the work of dogs and clipped speed warped at the roof top of an old laptop lap top not lap tip tipping on the edge of a smile close to the roof top of spears . Jesu, will you be my maitre as I school the down days of pediment rock , my only body a broke thing, some apostrophe which calibrates itself against the nights of lonely and coffee over the ovaries of Bleu dog past and blue dog true and she’s burning her bridges and cluttering her brocades and stuttering her

O Jesus, that one slipped away like the punctuation in the first book of verses over the awkward of your first year awake a walk over the hill the hump they call a mountain. Some prose of deterioration and an old 386 lap top bought on the fast beat of nomad to wake move again to a new settle some other never place called home like some cowboy not bought by the shadow of the instant trapped by the oozing wakes of her dawn and the other hope

O Mary Mother, some grammatical error past conation and the theological mystery of pain and its Son, her Son? was that some cheap cross you rocked on? A poem that was, and a half! The schizo poem par excellence _ how can one judge such a thing, justifying its death in a world where praying is an expert opinion excluded by the poetic of action. And the down days of a society. Societry of bearable bodies in the last days _ is that the Event of the wound blissful as a broken body and your lover’s cross sworn across the deltas of suffering, the miasma of mist and

The fourth noble truth silent as a down

wrecked in the middle of the night .

The other ones were mistakes .

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