the deity hangs in the air taking up &
allowing all the space there note to
future note to past the page is
the poem & the poem a defence
the press will set this in what
ever fashion they like in the irish
republic my metallic voice reverberates
& shakes the ink & the rhythms
are ours like nothing we touch
we keep touching it up the japes
there are no tapes everyone thinks
of me as a black framing device

grown & overgrown shrink. folding bear collapses under its own weight. under
living of night putting on bling & preparing one thing then another
eating their brains up. doke is it. satans waynebow. my boyhood among
the outlaws. keep the icy river on the right the right in
the icy river. cutup texts cutup politics. everybody in the house get
qepsi. between pages of green & tourmaline not a lot of absorption.
qepsi. between pages of green & tourmaline not a lot of absorption.
riding. when a sixties stops a fifties rushes back in. in villages
failed cannibals preach against eating. in retrospect memory flooded the plain like
brumbies. in reality they were quite nice people. the height of report.
redblooded blues singer round the wrecking yard. ooh mao mmao mao. chou
redblooded blues singer round the wrecking yard. ooh mao mmao mao. chou
redblooded blues singer round the wrecking yard. ooh mao mmao mao. chou
redblooded blues singer round the wrecking yard. ooh mao mmao mao. chou
redblooded blues singer round the wrecking yard. ooh mao mmao mao. chou
enlai a dark eyed insurrectionary. poetrys big lambs with wool hanging down.
taste evil. pale glass slow stopper. bluenerved ideas woman in snowedin bungalow.
tigers. they stoop to stoop. the dead are never safe. all they
tigers. they stoop to stoop. the dead are never safe. all they
tigers. they stoop to stoop. the dead are never safe. all they
tigers. they stoop to stoop. the dead are never safe. all they
tigers. they stoop to stoop. the dead are never safe. all they
tigers. they stoop to stoop. the dead are never safe. all they
knows they feel like billy joel in a draught. howard blew me
up. cf. dont change. dear arbiter i am in a pergola rustic
with teaflowers. identify it & it disappears or hands do. a family
sentence remember to clean it. the grammys killed funk. a blue super bowl.
anyones dog can sing better & write better essays. a guilty boyhoods
passed along replete with red wig & tartan cap claw of death hammer
in the cooling wealth. boys arent gay. quince to jelly pound to
duncan. gin scotch a lawnmower. cobbling it together in an absence of
duncan. gin scotch a lawnmower. cobbling it together in an absence of
duncan. gin scotch a lawnmower. cobbling it together in an absence of
duncan. gin scotch a lawnmower. cobbling it together in an absence of
duncan. gin scotch a lawnmower. cobbling it together in an absence of
duncan. gin scotch a lawnmower. cobbling it together in an absence of
footrests paper squares. everything has been perfect now the outlaws are more
subtle & the task. ant reverie fig protection thermos ready for death.
they were the ones that led me astray i wanted to stay.
they were the ones that led me astray i wanted to stay.
they were the ones that led me astray i wanted to stay.
they were the ones that led me astray i wanted to stay.
they were the ones that led me astray i wanted to stay.
they were the ones that led me astray i wanted to stay.