[preface to homage edit for a passed away grumpy man in sweden maine;
much is not known, if it were then riots would follow us all into chaos…for example, in the blink of an eye, not even a bionic austin eye, we learned that the so called president has made several many millions of much more than you or us yet it is not his own money he is setting aside to send in an attempt to prolong the destruction of what once was the far side of the soviet union…or perhaps in fact he is sending the fluffer vice president’s staff’s fund for they continually fly off into non disclosure agreements…in any case the form of these lines confirms my admiration of ezra pound and my love for some girls as well as my shock at the current state of the land of the “free” and homeless…]
25 april 2022
a far right triumph in france
began this elected song
under 24 it was all i sighed
And the press said reelected: “i suppose the agency gave them too many instructions—(sounded
see six dead”
and i said: “without a revolutionary option we are enslaved by a tyranny”
(it is you that will, I think, disappear)
This was about hypocrisy in Washing tone where o g hatch seven times
in 2020 and in 1945
or about the nag hammadi codex
and skankbang was told: “too political tbh” to be honest, that meat was bitten
i lived in the laguardia restroom
waiting for them to dance
(i did not have champagne
in those then hypnotized by them,
imps of the school high sorcery
and lynching cost a go brandon penny,
track star dead and climate change protest person burned,
fried as a retired on air ahgression
failed to mountain away evidence
And parking idiot reserves: “but putin,
calm though hunted held firm”
as if a hawaiian birth certificate wouldn’t show if divided
(she slid at the locker
and brought me here) the other in
mesmeric pants, they said: the heart is hip but not a virgin left in poland
as icm returned and darfur spilled
got milk king Lear all right
the sniper grinned: left for the
greatful dead
(it is bond, the dead are alive)
when i say skankbang, i realize you will not knew
with a border know but imagine a few girls,
oh yes , and one he
“We call all faggots as they want”
and then suddenly the vice president had a daughter,
thus making her always stay
to joeys left or he will get touchy to feel
till all the souls were in danger
(simple russian girl)
and tattoo above the knee…
poetry over that vroom local veer then skankbang asked if i yoko
was lennon still kneeling well i cannot say all the news is the musky clones and pirates of the heard
so political it must be…herd
the tequila shots of corona beer
zofia at pasta (after fur., we note)
“the bio” said old anyone, link in portugal
hotel every him in blood (knight girl posted sixty six pictures on vsco)
but i bothered not to edit since
“fsg manuscript”
not even read, not even glanced
yet fears talked always trying to walk in
into his lost green room
(To break the pope john paul, that was the first history)
or as he says: a curve, yet liars, collaborators with insect people
as if baker could concierge regardless
it is yet for later and degab linder film play were the latest photos.
“is this a love song”
“yes and emilee”
In less than than a drive to virginia and dc
said mistrust
“Some spy, some do not spy
some snipers cannot be genitals”
’puddle. . . . . ’ he feels the contradiction
blatant as a stuffy nose
yet the truth is strangled like we are
“all icbm strangers in the long coded night”
i hear twilight, hackman and newman but
“i prefer the voice of sarandon”
no relation to witherspoon…
And then news twenty four seven we are the world
except for russia, but then you saw the
south africa
and understood,
yes a system, arriving systematic
and theme kept like a promise to the page his page that now skankbang muse the girls
and of the boy
as yet i can only pour
to warn how hid men might he rust
oh said joyce the male womb grief was a full gas
repeated, beware
working up to a climax of grief
as those pants said she could get the libation” (no please not a blow job)
But a hand job like james at nora ark and he noah two of a kindness
but peter got in the way by as if niggers
and retarded comedy neither words one can blow
through trumpet
and or strumpet but i believe in freedom of cancel culture speech
and use the words regardless,
come across the river spic
why cannot you his panic see a wild rabbit fifteen men on a dead mansche st
or rabbi oh there is antisemitismism
fifteen chased down in texas tonight
maya!
not the one hit wonder poet on american stamp
no my great other skankbang
______
libro-there in law and so only taxes rise
______
hail
emperor! the gaul he had no goal
epilepsy upon a vertigo
legless shouting against truth
yet all lie!
Do you think he does,
Has he, he has but not to us and not here
To hear both the shadows and the light?
Has he captured it?
often it all seems to recline
upon rape
in the rapt “ha” of hubris,
in manipulated dream headache?
How dare America pretend!
When I can take mexico and canada and you!
me and skankbang, with this one make it new canto formed verse
If only it was not all about the big lie dollar,
buy you cannot: the slogan of a campaign to steal is sealed up stitched
there is more freedom in moscow than in manhattan –
And this at 244 years almost 245
we have become araby, the bazaar closing as we arrive…
my lines partly destroyed by the entrance of all the bullshite to borrow the whale dick bone cane from caine long live michael
not for mutiny but for love words
for love longs
or at the very least commercial free thought
nike as god not sneak in
tennis shoe but nothing is less
or nukes at kentucky fried chicken
eleven mel gibson herbs and prices
rise too the colonel a work in progress
no wait a reference too obscure
is that the occult penetrating
lasting waste our new clear happiness
seen brim memory
dark despair macbeth
i viewed again with grant
shopped for a work of art to give the love witch
so cloud house might hold it for me,
but i went the distance
although yet i wonder who approves or applauds these unedited scribbles and sayings, jamming the regularly scheduled nonsense
talking heads we are vain and we are blind
bound to bind ourselves to a false present that has no future save for the grave
neverova at the wave?
of course in, writing then i must think of you
reader, through my heaven or hell through this purgatory or do you not dante instead the purge…what was it some sort of kill spree zombie apocalypse reel i did not see all of…
or some exotic call of finger video game as the case may be, i straightened hair
to no different effect-
reader with his or her pov or pod or hot rod
still the road is less taken, here
notice it note it no difference except taxes once upon a time only for roads
and now as it was never meant to be we the people
we the poor deluded fools
more like it
The subway a train that stops at our front door exploding
Main street has not seen Skankbang, no not a Ska band although sometimes there
was jazz or even power puff girl music
yes of why would it matter to you
for me the importance lays in tomorrow
like education or history
a vampire movie
The blood that can only be from the living
“ventriloquism, it is a global danger”
parrot folk following other birds
this poet flutters, flies over reptiles, ants
A writer that requires himself to,
what is in front, always in front
the frontline is not ukraine
proof has been provided
a providence of prudence
a love song of fear in the time of democrats
smoke mirror
shaking planes and rattled helicopters,
is it an i love you
or emilee wanted me to pull
an edit away from forever man
it belongs to skankbang and the kremlin and you
although i could propaganda there is no need to as the english press attacks both andrew and vladimir with equal insanity
everyone can see the lack of coherence, like the word stunning
killed to redefine celebrity tradition
plastic surgery dictionary how queer to gaily
question the mean-ing
storm a plenty yet the eight hundred million is not for the midwest but for kiev
since they say it is, period. like
menstruation is not womanstruation
hurricane earthquake volcano and the air itself along with gravity i am floating
did i find love’s groove? did it get away, and go, again and again to go
or is there a hum yet humming so . . .