(BLURB)~~~~~~~
I'm continually amazed at how fickle the muse is. Lately I've had nary but
a trickle oozing out my pan. But last week there was a spasm in the pipes
and a bunch of stuff spurted out. Think of how it might have sounded, all that
gurgling and belching deep in the plumbing. So forgive if the yield has a
slight rust tinge to it ...
corn
i swallow many thoughts
a fair number pass
through me like corn
i find kernels later
clustered testimonies
of a digestion
that fails to break
the skin
& i think
when did i have corn?
back rub
the best back rub
i ever had
was at the holiday inn
on route one
that was
two days ago
things are only odious
in comparison
& there is now need
on route one
even that place
where the dark little man said
"no cable, no phone in room"
would have felt like
valhalla
wigging
you make yourself fat
on indignation
no one else
treats you this way
even in anger
you're sweet
but i can't seem
to call loud enough
across this
pain
sad muse
in absentia
what is the use?
these are not litanies
nor strings of black pearls
i curse not your ghost
and you are no
burning bodhisattva
you weave the spin you spin
fat on indignation
i disappear
magic
the magic was bullshit
i don't mind
used to it
the magic is always
bullshit
that's its appeal
cause the real shit
stinks
while you only shit
pink clovers
ach! in your jowls
with your right folderol
nothing passive about it
that rectilinear reaction
doing your impersonation
of a one man show
showing us all how autistic
we really all are
forever absolutely
cracking the dial
on the denial detector
while steam escapes
and you hiss like
a busted airlock
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