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(There's a thirteenth 'zodiacal' constellation, Ophiucus, The Serpent Wrestler/Holder, or the "Twelth Symbol," as here used. In some ancient cultures, serpents were revered as feminine symbols of rebirth/healing, and bees as symbols of wisdom, while Roman catholicism considered coffee to be the "wine of infidels" until the 15th. century. Historically, Ophiucus may never have been used in astrology, though it is the house between Scorpio and Sagittarius in a astrological system purportedly developed in the mid-1900's, making Sagittarius the thirteenth sign in such a system - thus in this poem, "the Twelth Symbol" was "usurped by what used to be the thirteenth". Of course, "Good Ol' Triple Six" and other numerical variations thereof in this work refer to 666, the mythological number of the Anti-christ.)

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I want a jeezus, unsweetened, decaffeinated, no additives -

- certainly no booze or needle tracks -

because I want a trim, uptight jeezus, totally pure and constipated

to pimp for the face-down with the Great-to-the-nth Numeral-Triplet,

because the descendant number of my measureless time

is a Trinity of the fourth primes-of-eighteen (no xeroxing

needed!)...

... my godpappy, William Blake, gone loony out of his goddam mind

over visions of seraphim and angels,

slapping the jaggedly unholy rhythm of a bawdy tune on my new-born

butt

while in drag he baptizes y'hweh in drag...

... and I want you to know

that my razor isn't my father's

road-hog...

... smoothin' along, instead of Jacko Kerowacko in my briefs, just

the road of excess still somewhere on the map,

while the bottom line is

that it's all as cheap as a Walmart `ho, though why not plumb the

sacred profanity

of All Animalism in the ditch just along that road

instead of blasphemating in a line way too long at The Mart?

"Can't wait, dude, gotta' get my *jive, here and now, `cause the

marquee says", `Drive-by Lyrics Smack-Down Between Marilyn Manson

And Good Ol' Triple-Six' '', farting rhythms and rhymes

from all orifices of His five-and-a-half shooter off His uncouth

butt -

(continued in Part 2)
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