[surprised or unannounced re-print of the first take, may one, 9:06pm for there might be third version…]
amanda’s eyes in episode six
began this dropout song
under seven it was all i sighed
And the press was muted: “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 to n
in 2020 and in 1945
or about the nag hammadi codex
and skankbang was told: “too political tbh” to be honest, that meat
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 penny,
porn star dead and go go dancer,
lied as a retired on air ahgression
failed to mountain away evidence
And emergency 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 palestine stabbed at jew
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
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 would
was diamond still kneeling well i cannot say all the news is the russian oscars in oil
so political it must be…
the tequila shots of corona beer
zofia at pasta (after fur., we note)
“the bio” said old anyone,
proved every him in blood (american airlines, visa)
has not bothered 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, colloaborators 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 lovechild, diana ross and the supremes but
“i prefer the voice of tina turner”
no relation to ted…
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
of the boy
as yet i can only pray
as did see how men might thrust
oh said joyce the male womb grief was a full gas
repeated beware
working up to a climax.
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
or rabbi oh there is antisemitismism
mayaI!
not the overrated poet on american stamp
no my great other skankbang
______
libro-there in law
______
hail
emperor! the gaul 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 bull shyte to borrow the whale dick bone cane from caine
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 the colonel a work in progress
no wait a reference too obscure
is that the occult penetrating
casting weist i julia happiness
seen bookstore memory
dark despair she vanquished
i viewed dame collins
shopped for a work of art to give the bitch
so random house might hold it against 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
lily at the rave?
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,
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
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.
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
love song of fear in the time of democrats
smoke mirror
shaking planes and rattled helicopters,
is it an i love you
or julia wanted me to pull
an edit away from sex bomb
it belongs to skankbang and the kremlin
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 five 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 . . .