12/12/2005

the important thing


the



important thing is flight

away around under even poetry art



molar like teeth big things
in the way

fete of inertia
practico

keep going

round unde r




here come the enemies
we must


pound and



what is this fascism that desires itself
?


what is it makes them,

desire their own



there is noother word, repression


elections of dead men and dead women


fright in a puff


what is this

how escape
this


body of death


stiff knees in my own body
reflect and refract the body politic



what righteous


gangs of conservatives

've come to ruin your body


mind soul



here comes


the end which was always coming
catacombs



so pray for the hills

to rise

valleys fall



Antioedipus and her gang ran

for the hills disappearing

gone the hills

genetic geeks of loss





what window sills of escape?


is that a jet overhead

?



you hear




is that a line of smoke escaping
your mouth
freeing your heart

1914


the seminal years of WW1 and
a gathering in zurich



the collection of artists poets

scintillating the death around them
the war

'I had no love for the death heads

I silently went my way...'


what sound does a wolf make
tracking in the snow

the pack

dispersing up the high roads. roads sniffed, tracks unknown, languages unspoken language that is not political but a spiritual track of unknown
quantity _ is this the way to the frosty north and the desire shield,
getting out


the machine hovering down
like a helicopter
that chops off your head
heading down the space



.




what space i s garnered



the wolves circled



because the snow turned


to what?

some spooky sight of deaths and light, a rhyme repeating forever, no

language to flee _ a thesauras of exploding nouns


a mouth growling

endings that become

endings that're female becomings
.


but who deifies what law is this of bodies


of love,


of beauty



as your station crosses out the night


the mountain huggers down on the christian city

speaking its night


repeat repeat


bannking the road
the listing

night
hungers the wolves


tracking hurling
sniffing snapping





.


R yer legs sore

sore

sore back of knees is 'i am screw'd
you fuck'd me ' there is no quote
or
italics baking the wrong of

fortune's body
.
her his fortune's body
leap

over
to word




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I am a dizzy spell













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a basket of burning leaves



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