tahtonkah

the bruised life
works itself over me
a drooling pugilist
black eyes
and staggerring persistence
all these girls
my cock feels heavy
lure at the bottom of the ocean
clear clean bay
and i can see all the
under water life
and the children's legs
playing in the shallows
a drunken shark
talking to himself
this becomes
redundant
but so is the tide
the very...
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my muscles strained
like tin
acrioss my back
dippin g like the rain
sky
belt on backwards
the mexican tunrned out to be
anasazi
flute
peddler
dancing spilling beans
and slicing feet
of statues
the stronger are usually hidden
within the weaker
glinting their eyebrows just
above
the lake
lying
on a mountain
peeking

the desert grew
warmer so quickly
and i realized he had...
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warrior resting on his
haunches
mexican shield
shinning plate
sun pavement
heat
tired
yeah very tired
muscles
ocean sore
feelings
like taught anchor line
sinewy
feathered
the rasping twisting
sound
of storm tension
mawliong waves swell
and puke
up weight of gods

he stands up the
dull heat
of the desert
baked canns splitting
limping lizzards

why! the colors
on his toungue
stand so present...
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well where did
i leave off
the stage and all its bellowing needs
you three
i urge u to change
for the better its too haot to be visual
so with dry lips i speak the rags ofthoughts
that speak reviolotuiton spanish sex
sor two
one tortilla
one size fits all
this begins my intro duction to the ves
k now let us begin the...
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well now comes
silent time
visions suspenede behind knees
of night
i wrench free
and spell mouth s of pain
that circulate to all
the mail boxes of sleepin giants
who needle me for their dreams
pick and choose
selfishly

now on sand beach
staring at the cosmos in my little form
with a poking stick
i declare the laws
of lonliness
and pick peaches...
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i heard him
cleary
yelling from the
the bottom of the water cliff
smal but great man
big hands
and long white hair
old of appearance
but youn g
of heart
i heard him
but he told me that this was years ago
but i was hearing it now and the desparity
brought me to my knees but
i hit harder and harder
until we...
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now
these
days
on the wet wood and grey eyes
when i hit the rock the stone
i hear its sould groan with with
with me
togehter
as i lift large peices
from its skin
the sacrifice is small compared to the feeling
of freedom it feels

now is a perfect time
i forget what
scene this is
tryin to write the
no's away
woke up fine
then sunk
into a big fat NO
the nistory of No's
NO
NO
NO
powerful word
this is my dance on stage
fir\you
got no's in my joints
my kneess
and i am about to put
yes evrywherelse
and live
so goddamn
free
that
the...
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i think i see'things all the time
that i believe
is the declaration
of vision
the constittuion
of breath
it is the constant
rubbing
of plural worlds
that mkae one world
and pity us
who
try to see it as one
or different from tthe rest
pity us
who
look down
and not in the rear
view
mirror
of themselves
objects
appear closer
man they're...
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i think i can control more things than i can
but that is thee tender plight
of life
like a good plane
taking off
from a smooth well lit
runway

i love
the smell of
my room after it rains a good
long time
hay smell
steel old smell
drugs in a orange canister
and all my thoughts
slippin and foldin
like a fish in...
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