On May 19, 12:32 pm, On The Highways and Bi-Ways God Built
Yahoo.com> wrote:>>On May 18, 12:57 pm, Immortalist
yahoo.com> wrote:>>> On May 17, 10:02 pm, galathaea
veawb.coop> 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
>
>>>> -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
>>>> 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.
>
> really? how so? what is it about this piece that Ginsberg would "dig," huh,
> dockery?
>
> see, you post these vapid comments that don't really mean anything. you know,
> people would take you seriously if you actually had the ability to explain
> yourself, even a little bit.
>
> but you post these meaningless comments because of your sad and desperate desire
> to look knowledgeable, and all you end up doing is looking pathetic and
> ignorant.
>
> so, do tell us what it is about this piece that Ginsberg would "dig?" why don't
> you actually make an effort for once.
>
> most sincerely,
>
> GodBuilt
>
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> the Holocaust alive, my name is Mel, and can't you tell, I like Tequila!"
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You'll never change, j r... You're still an asshole... No shortage of
those in San Fransicko...
