Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
the wonderful demons
The wonderful demons
Ogres of japan
At least in your mail to Turtle Island
How far
Sing o sing us into existence this dance
To occident your orient
And hush your face in the basin
That new world wastin’
In the west where the rain tapers
In tilting the dip
Of the 100th meridian
Where the saints grow alfalfa and kiss
Casino concrete
If you can believe it
Remind recall invest if you can invest it
Into Ue that went marching south from
China
Disaster disaster my master
Bumming out the Koreans
Just leave us alone and see if we
Don’t mind it
A bit
Empirial Shang Kai Tease
You please please Chinese
Gimme my city back prune
Stroke won’t write no more
Will come back to myself involved self involved
My german mostly fingers occupado
Mestizo es verdad
Bloody
Bloody
Cromwell
The german invasion of texas
Scandanavian conquest of
Politic pose prose on silver toes
Of tax deists
Rationalize your fathers’ fathers’ fathers’
Founding faults.
Granted granite pomegranate
Chickens cows
A little orchard
Vegetables
In stumpland grand grand
Down to build San Francisco
That’s where the lumber went
You shaky waist Lutheran you
Heifer heaven hollow
Hand on golden heifer stone
Done done turn turn
Getting up
Getting up
Getting up
To Buddhism teens would call
Seekers on the way
Who owns those shit
To pigs
In the river spirit mountain
They can see you brother
See right through ya man
Rocks and trees have sweat lodge eyes
Wildcat bones
Wildcat bones
Wildcat bones
Down underneath Mount Shasta
Until human beings
Come to their seeming senses
For more dangerous observations
Testing testing
Loyalties
Rice shot shot gun
Proposition of the modern type
Deity-free
Ancor field
Yama yana yama yana yana yana
My local gods goddesses
Go with the flow
Easy brother easy
Toilet gods elite
Your street leads to sutra elimination
Nation
Convertible zen men other
Who why who I was myself
In a larger set wet dare
To worry rational royality
Roshi roshi roshi
Rensai rensai rensai
Sota sota sota
Inka inka inka
Too much coyote to become a monk again
I’d better not go on.
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