On May 18, 12:57 pm, Immortalist
yahoo.com> wrote:>> decrepid, decaying
>> laying in the nuclear afterglow of four thousand years of oppresion
>> laughing to themselves
>> joined in communion with the freakminded corpses
>> swimming in the industrial waste of a world gone slightly sane
>> while the buddhamachinery short-circuits
>> in ways we did not intend
>> sat on the edge of conformity and cut myself
>> bled on the papaver soul of the immortal burroughs
>> and smothered the screams of the innocent
>> licked the vaginal offerings of the cocksucker godladies
>> hating the broken and limp motherfuckers
>> with their speed and their catnip-padded joints
>> and their blank sheets of paper sold as acid
>> puked a resin of syrian rue down my chest
>> and rolled in the trails of saliva
>> which my love angry-hearted tried to clean
>> twisted the huxleyblake mind of infinity
>> arguing paradigms with kuhn
>> as illuminati stalkers chanted crowley in the restrooms
>> killed the ethical ego squirting junk
>> up the nose of the hourglass vistas
>> where prostitutes kneeled shivering
>> with 45s to their heads
>> and their hands to their crotches
>> and pondered the sweet paranoid
>> as his stomach trembled in time
>> to the childhood memories of oceanlost traumas
>> which came prematurely in latex
>> tried not to listen when the vagrant and lost
>> whimpered entreats for the trumpeter
>> to play the music i have hidden
>> in the heating ducts of my stale apartment
>> shaken hands with the golden apple factories
>> of mutant biochemistries
>> splicing the cheap adrenochrome memories of my ancestors
>> to the higher transfinite ordinals of love
>> mocking rimbaud and gide
>> choken on combustion faulty reaction chambers
>> where there is no reaction
>
>> no matter how hard she shakes him
>> losing myself once again
>
>> i have listened to the wind blowing over the desert floor
>> day after day
>> to see if an answer would come
>
>> and nothing came
>
>> there once was a dark rain
>> forests of deep glowing amber
>> rivers awash in the bloodsemen fantasies of lepers
>> contemplating the end of the world
>> einstein was a rock star
>> running through the thousand year redwoods
>> to the synthesised euphoria of charge black holes
>> there are pages of the necronomicon which have not been found
>> chaldean songs remembered by children
>> playing with the insect people of dawn
>> but never voiced
>> do we scream with the schizos in their bellevue haze
>> howling for the dead god to rise and stop
>> for just one moment
>> this slaughtering reality?
>> or do we whimper with the white trash
>> single mother trailer park hussies
>> lose ourselves in routine?
>> forget the dreams?
>> and cry?
>
>> the curanderos await
>
>> cougar-eyes in the trees
>
>> my ancestors iboga
>
>> hide from me
>
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>> galathaea: prankster, fablist, magician, liar
Wow, some of the best poetry around these newgroups in quite a
while... makes me think of the great American poets Anne Waldmann and
Patti Smith.
Ginsberg would no doubt dig this greatly.
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paintings of Will Dockery, the Poet Laureate of Shadowville. The group
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-Dennis Beck
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