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    Quote Originally Posted by Abel View Post
    this not

    not! what this is bullshit
    bullshit dada bullshit this
    not not this;
    dada

    bullshit
    bullshit

    for thread

    for isn't for! this this
    isn't thread
    thread this thread. this for

    isn't poetry isn't for
    isn't thread this

    for? poetry
    isn't isn't isn't: for thread

    isn't

    have a!

    conversation a; conversation a just a. just conversation a

    a conversation
    have
    dada isn't, because it never had
    (simulators always fail)
    shouldn't you visit, not that
    but this <-- hoo ha shoeboat
    (listen to bizara)
    wave me the shine boy
    flower do flower
    in the rain not here (time is a sock)
    flower in the mother
    oven in the oven
    mouth in the north
    of river's bent ear (say that again)
    (simulate generate dada never was)
    of river's bent ear
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    who?

    who (place the apples more
    ladder (space on winter his (space! shadow caves mirror
    window
    for his windows…--

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    an closes poem

    window

    is reflection's apples
    sitting
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    low has

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    how's that, mister panther?

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    Sentences
    joke broke
    stop folks
    sentences written are
    can convey not
    meaningful dada
    if and when
    syntax broke
    joke

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    Quote Originally Posted by Centipede View Post
    Sentences
    joke broke
    stop folks
    sentences written are
    can convey not
    meaningful dada
    if and when
    syntax broke
    joke
    postulate silence
    simple sit
    waiting to pop
    patience is a gender
    usung
    unsought
    no man can
    . end here
    elate the celibate
    shun the wet
    postulate quiet
    in a river not there
    . end me now

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    too decision posts your much

    have

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    THE TIMELESS AGONY OF A FUNCTIONAL BUM

    lest be it; the breeze, this exhausting fad
    w/ a two-faced grin; see it
    twirling, and the sounds of flies
    crowding around toilets
    abandoned; toilets broken in alleys
    that separate tenements
    lanes of abuse and aluminum cans
    porcelain fragments and beige big bras
    box fans, graffiti and rotting fences
    ….or the boomerangs cutting through hair
    in new zealand, australia…ozone park
    I see a leak springing
    or boomerangs trimming the grass
    and if someone is joking, about what I know
    a leak leaking leeches into…soup and glue
    and the patient drains of infinity; regurgitating
    I hear vigilant spiders conspiring
    siphoning blood from mosquitoes
    wrapped in silk screaming
    goodnight! goodbye! so long I must end!
    I throw pebbles at teenage camaros
    as they pass
    and laugh as the glass shatters
    on their white sneakers
    in their eyes
    in the shortsighted dreams
    of being the king
    the street skull messiah
    because children and relay races
    and ringaleevio
    and of course windows passing
    through broken windows; makes me smile
    and if our names have names
    then call me a doctor
    tell him I'm bleeding five pints of Michael
    I read it in a journal
    nothing; not = the rain
    is wrong/can erase
    nothing lasts as good as you want it
    she gestures, that's its been a long song now
    and I'm hurting; w/ strange manners
    my face is blank, like a nihilist contemplates
    ...infinity/existence/careers and clocks
    I wear canvas shinguards in the classroom
    I haven't left...
    I'm still sitting; in grammar school detention
    for crimes committed against water fountains
    I washed my feet in that fountain
    in the third grade
    that fountain is no longer there
    yet here I am
    and mr. curti pulled me by the ears
    in 1984…said "I got you now, right where I need you"
    he was a mean man and I hope he is dead
    as I sit here in my 25th year of detention
    vacillating between remorse and murder
    there's a palpable pulse in my eyes
    it flip flops perceptions
    of dead thinkers; swindlers
    and shatter the lenses
    of philosophers... building theory
    on theories to debunk in silence
    to discredit the lectures of winners
    and topple the structure of civility
    disobedience is american
    american is swedish
    when it comes to lobsters
    (WARNING EDIT THIS OUT IS HAS NO MEANING)
    or somewhere in the margins of rejected views
    a peripheral healer a bumblebee sailor
    or I'm a lake with no name by a can of beans
    which sits by a tree with nothing to do
    but stew over the injustice
    of being a legume
    of being a canned, waiting to be eaten
    then vaporized
    with a one-two push from a flatulent camper
    or bill cosby…or the surgeon general
    anyone who farts, if you catch my drift
    or a substitute teacher who calls out sick
    or a name with no one to call it
    like an ox on a ladder shaking his rump
    his tail in the soup of a reggae buffet
    I'm insane and beautiful
    I love my hair…I've got two names!
    andrew or michael...
    my turtlenut hair is working at sears
    I hate your laundry/you love my career
    it's like a moral with no one to learn it
    or nothing like that all
    it’s a lumberyard in the attic covered by lattice
    an when thoughts end a clarity is realized
    and then reality becomes nothing but a dream
    and we lean on our druthers
    because they sleep…on lettuce
    because the rest in the hands of the time
    broccoli rabe! swiss charde! escarole pie!
    and nothing becomes everything it was meant to say
    goodbye sky, hello hair!
    this thought was brought to you by Milton Bradley
    gamemakers for obedient americans
    from the people who care

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    in take.

    for end
    Reply

    this

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    has and
    poached,

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    Priesteelo!
    Vom Prapleepo!
    Hamadge Ganamish Boneem,
    Askis Do Sont.
    Mamadge Ouncey Rassem
    Pallin Ro Dool
    Supon Reasmah Treamo.
    Te Te Te!
    Soluk Morim Wheros.

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    Wario

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