of the Fear,
No longer fearing
The fair happy air
Permeated with Cherub
And fingers a pair
In V Victory – meaning One
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Did bespat and beshit himself Rabelais,
Roundelay, singing with a chocolate
mouth
Did tangle in the gangles
of legs’ hair
And scream with the wine
in his glut.
“What do you think?”
This cover is most excellent,
It’s shiny and red,
This car will do nicely
All over the bed.
Rabelais was a mad nut
And also a doctor
And wrote of priests’ jocks
In 1492
Wha’ hoppen in Oaxaca?
– gluts rained glut
guts out of her
brimy bottard
and washed the old man’s
river underwear
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That other part of your mind
Where everything’s refined
To thin hare screamers
Must be in the cavern
Somewhere.
But was is its self-nature
of location?
Nada, nadir, naparinirvana
ni parinirvana
But Most Excellent & Wise,
the Glorious Servant
of Sentient Needs
Tathagata Akshobya,
Brother of Merudhvhaga,
Kin to Sariputra –
Holy & Wise
Like John in the Wood
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POEM WRITTEN ON A SAILBOAT
It’s a powerful sock powerful
Mock powerful breeze blowin
Across this leeward shirsh
Of fought waters thrashin
Up to spit on the deck
Of Heroing Man,
Ah, as we sail the jibboom
Upon the va va voom
And Saltpeter’s her petter
Again, the Larceny Commission’ll
Hear of this, fight the lawyers,
Upset the silly laws, anger
the
hare
brain
bird
of
wine
In his railroad tam o shanter
Commemorative termagant
Able to dissect such tycoon
Burpers outa their B Movies’
Investment in Black.
‘Bop’
Even on a sailboat
I end up writin bop
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Mexico City Bop
I got the huck bop
I got the floogle mock
I got the thiri chiribim
bitchy bitchy bitchy
batch batch
Chippely bop
Noise like that
Like fall in off porches
Of Tenement Petersburg
Russia Chicago O Yay.
Like, when you see,
the trumpet kind, horn
shiny in his hand, raise
it in smoke among heads
he bespeaks, elucidates,
explains and drops out,
end of chorus, staring
at the final wall
where in Africa
the old men petered
out on their own account
using their own Immemorial
Salvation Mind
SLIPPITY BOP
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Waves of cantos and choruses
And lilypads
