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i eat samurai arums
peach fuzz anoints gentle harmonium.
amino humour cracks
humus with blood gilt spittle
aurora aorta sorta
pumps
like a shaduf welled
with mall rivers marvel
rivetted skin slaps slaughtered high eyes
peeling back the frame
while skeletal names
remain
letters envelope
stamps heel their anklets
on necklace trains
steaming each puff in tunnel
version visions
scallop one hoisted oyster
in the cloistered foyer
and goya is mink
and manure
uncle toms sawyer
.
i eat samurai arums
i eat samurai arums
.homesick. but homeless.
Re: i eat samurai arums
I like a good mixture of dada truth,
and a mixture of the calculated too;
the price of doing business these days.
Twain had Tom Sawyer and I have my
desert, both of us seeking some kind of
opening, or loophole in the coming crush.
and a mixture of the calculated too;
the price of doing business these days.
Twain had Tom Sawyer and I have my
desert, both of us seeking some kind of
opening, or loophole in the coming crush.
Re: i eat samurai arums
i just wish i had a matrix spoon.
no red pill. no blue pill.
just a love affair
with words
that didn't hurt me back
.homesick. but homeless.
Re: i eat samurai arums
a world of words.
words have worlds.
layers multiply...
words have worlds.
layers multiply...
Re: i eat samurai arums
agreed.
sharing also doesn't divide, it multiplies.
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Thanks for the nourish meant.
.homesick. but homeless.
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