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sureHockif anyone wants thee poems use them

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for caulc annic and,llttle breedrc

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THE HODOWN HEYDOWN STOP POEMraan again / no gps combustion heateron the platform / the great cold mamain the sky .....she shakes a iar of honeyhodown heydown she shakes a iar a dayrain again / studio fixative in my soup....some angels here between the boardsyou cannot tell anyone sToP / if youtrv I you are trying to change themin their own elarenth hourin their own eleventh Planetheir own ridiculous heaventhe sounds of the star'sPangledmushrooms / the trumpet blownbefore your very eyes / mouth widegrey again / sky no tears todayhodown heydown she shakc atear a dayonly the golliwog shadow / ziPPingand unzipping in a black and whitemovie I lite / sareral visionsin one excellent breathhodown heydown she rides a mile a davthrough the turquoise forests in the skyyou oan ne\rer tell anYone STOP .

SU R EB LOCKit was midnight fridaywhen cattle annie cameto my house...........we had just eaten tacosand cups of rosehip teafor our sureblocked heads.....she came in the kitchenwith her shotgunand her riding bootsand blew a holeright throughthe early koolia oven door .

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V. SMALL VERSES ABOUTJAN ETin crepe and covered buttonsthe lady who is iust swenteensays through the telephoneit's mutual consolationas if we know what she means .

PETERthe mooseboy is mumbling in his camomile teaabout picnics and buses and holypizoolyand what'm'i doing here ; upstairs feelingtoo hot under a planet product angle lampsmoking a raPidograPh ?

A POEM FOR CAPTAIN PATCHESAND I DON'T SUPPOSE HE'LLREAD IT .so i guess it's not my bagto bead a pattern from your trials ,you see , you've heard my sleeping talk .in early light i watched you laughingwhen you told me things i'd done .we are criminals in search of flowers .natural . checking chinese gardensfor smoke I and sacred vegetables .so close to time there is no space in dreaming .and i plead for some abstractionto steal my head away from mebut all you show is fast and realand somewhere lost . without imagination .and the crystal you believe in"watch me NOW" it seems to cry"i am.pretty . tiresome lonely ."with most things mirrored in your eyessometimes you find it hard.to speakbut there are no sounds in the sunflecked tideand you have a friend in that .it would be safe to simply swim awayoutside it's turned a little colderand you wonder if you understandanything at all about youand you once lost thirty dollarsand you never got it back "

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An academic deathwe never stopped to mournsomething else / apollinaire /was there to take us limPingdown the broadway of the brainnow we listen to nonthoughtandroid news reports and documentariesfrom the radio with no last truthmonsieur artaud visits our breakfastsof red and blue moleculesscribbled on scrapbook Pages .

MOUNTAINSfluorescent groy @verr moand my oyos 8rs torn from sleepinggnrzed and clammy wlththe attltuda of a worried reptllehaving wltncsedthe movement of mountainsat tho rocky endr of the earthfor a thousand yoaru ,

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THE REO COCACOLA BOfiLEThat we perform in ryndicatesbecame obviouswhen , whiles on weeks alvaywe found ourselves crotingsome vry unified notions........i spent the wints stondand decided on a pairof gymboorboiling up vermilionin our workshopsto make a mosureon the world supply of cocacolaand other works of heart ;desire in our dremsand wistfulness .all the timei was wearingthe kind of shoesthat being alivemakes so dirty .

DAYLIGHT MEkidease , i am the member ofthe vanguard ofthe world is flat committeekidease , i Em captsin daylight ,scared of no mammonno moloch , mecaptain of ultra violetinfra red3un ray sting ray , mehi kidease ,the world is flat ,that , then kids , isTHAT .

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BLOWNFUSES , , ipainting my riding boots glcsmasta tengerinowi$ the elegtric radlatorand hank williams rnaking it sadto be here in the kltchenrolling my own tobocco cigarettes .stoned . a lbng rrtay nrth of homp .blown fusec makb tho llving coldlike going up and aeking youto wire my heartit gets ridiculous to orua yourslf a memorymakes you think yor can't dowithout s

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THE ZOOKEEPER'S STORYthe zookeeper spends all his time on chocolates and carnationsfor his lady in the city after work ,his lady nods at midday in the sun in the parkeating sausage sandwiches with picklesit's august hot and cold , and pretty soonthe zookeeper wil! want to know her answerso she is smiling in her knowledge with sandwichesand the zookeeper is anxious between two giraffeswill she won't she will she won't she will she be my wifeat exactly 12.23 p.m.dashing dan the photographersnapped the lady's visionshe has never been the sameor eaten sausage sandwiches aginthe zookeeper went directly to iaalfor fifty six unpaid florist invoiceshe spends all his time there .

J'JOPLIN J'HENDRIX L'BRUCE B'JONES R'FARINA N'CASSADYthe words of our names have been dropped and broken.we did it or.rrcelves / our tongues were swollen , too heavywith speech.................our tables and chairs are on the way homedisguised as furniture , somebody else'sour bodies have turned.............

i have taken the house and painted it yellow ,my disneyland eyes are guarding the wallsi have invented a world called motorbike bluewhere nobody needs ,where nobody dies ,wer , really .

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KOMIK POLITIK / UNDERSTANDDemonstrationsshould be expressions offrustrations/S H lTare comic politics likerichard nixon as daffy duckwith a name like dingle dick ?are they provotariat chickensin flash gorton's lacn Itelevised nationallly / serialisedfor radio .something like being on tho sameWAVELENGTHfor some timerapunzel in government houceletting down her hairletting otl I STEAMthe phantom poet / FALLINGcrashing to the floorin broken words / he almostblows his avante gnrdeand brings the meetings downHanoi Hannah rolls over inthe graveyard / SCREAM / a barricade .

for barbara who lives in the forestif you turn to judy garlandyou are exaggeratingthe sounds you sing to yourselfif i turn to antonin artaudwith boobs and cunti am dishonest with my medicinesway up on an otis elevatorin the blind musicians gatleryi saw elvis on a motorcycleand you and me in a plumbutter jar

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NO SONGS FOR THIRTEEN WEEKSfor i. & m.mrannellno songs for thirteen weeksthe complainants forced into whisperby a droning silencetheir words are drawn , tiredfloating on a sneaking breeze

looking way upinto the sky above the gneen towerthey describe sunset orangelight that's born on neither land nor sea

POEM ALIVE / STRANGE'and now denver is lonely for her hero'a.ginsbergwe have seen the puPPet showand do not hurrY any moro......washing the dirt from the stow.......shaping the sable hair la$|ight..........making the dot after dot bsfore dot 1in8........AUTOMATIC / RAT LANDS / sleepins / RAILWAYcry for the secret hero / HOWLput out the starcbody drowned / Benzedrine./ Tequila.CASSADY IS DEAD

he does not.nurryanymors

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newsF LASHvideoTonighta thousand female Memorieshave occupied the auditoriumto honour some otd magics/one or two camerasmanipulating the image .a boxy brownie . what a Memory /one of the ladiessells secondhand counting pins ,gains 3ome speedand colours in her outlook'Biographytewe want Biognaphy!,scream the Memories .'Pretense!' scr@ms the Mime'you need MEI you want MEI'the dress circle is shrieking,SAY SOMETHING VALIDIT'o.[. o.k. o.k.the Mime is crying nowo,k. then'reality is the past......,..

THE MONTH OF THE PERSEIDSbombed saturdaysunsheltred and wanderingat tho back of tho moon93mlllion miler from the flrc ,orangs llghtycr mptdecseen single eyed , unaided .a meteorac.showgr :-schizophrenic Venusappearing alternatelyas ths morningand the eveningSTfrR

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POEM / LITTLE BREECHESlittle breccfiegurfildchd hcr gunbrltand let lt drop dounon a stack of natioml grognphlcr ;puttiru a fingr to hcr ncc$e said "gflmmr a randudchwith cream choso and jam "i did ,hat tr big thick sndwldr .rho tooft out r'rotl of tapernd stuck the nndrvic-trovr the holsin thc rrly koolo ovct door .we blew a fointwlrich gpt m. vry frfirtcncdof thir wcld ladywtro lopot rlong bootfiootod$ootln lt up .mrkln a rud

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poems by pamela ib browncover by maurits escherprinted by pat woolleytomato press11251 beaconsfield parademiddle park melbourne .