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"Are you Quill?," She asked abeam.
"Yes, of course! - mostly - when the Muselle`
visits oft'n'r upon, as my wont!
"Well, here!, this will surely help at the Magic...
And IT, Voila!, was in hand, a thrust-unmistakable!
Blunt, bulbous & sleek, a slick Recife,
this Turquoise and Silver stick.
Is IT "Blue?" Is IT "Black?"
Pray, "Blue-Black!?" Wow! -
A Sole instrument for Playing in the Indigene,
Soul Colors of the Earth! - I nearly crack to Self.
Swirled-embedded, b'neath the haute Baekelight-Crystal
like a LavaLamp-Entemp. IT's messages of ambidexsrait-
Threads, Mola thru splayed fingers. O' Charitable Mage
You have brought to Life!... I Write Handcrafted!
H.e.m.
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Solus
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A crimson dragon-
fly, Why! never seen one of
those before, here; - my
Beach, these febriled oh-
pressive days, re-bleaching to
a 14Mil-Shill
only "Ernst & Friends"
only know; so I meande
this other, other
tres Yoga place, Ma-
ma & young Swan - Proustian? -
decide to shore, so
smooth, they, as if guide,
tethered below, two Windfanned-
down SnowFeathers, as
from a chapeau, no!
degage` "Dolly Varden"
offered-over for
simple frags of the
bread at hand, some too in a
tossing-up for the
diminutive red-
bill Moorehen in the pecking
water, as hungry
mosqa do their thing
euchre - chancing - flitting a
pluck voracity
against their Lives, this
yet another sad tingle...
and in a new bluff
I fauxstrut from the
Love we breathed... this, another
SatHerday-Sunday.
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Globeheat,
Lies' Melts & Fries
Caps and bare Polar Bear
Unawares We too soon despair
Repair.
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...He swims
in two Centuries
His cold War
of water
An Aeonor, a "one-in-a-thousander"
Survives
- BabyBoomer -
Slowmotioning poisemass
Ballet-imposing-intrepid
like a colossal Pet!
Above & below
Fouled
by plastic Jellyfish, sets 'n nets,
Toxoids & the toxicrowdy polluted
"Men-O'-War"
on His Time.
The 5,200 RPM Priapus Phallus, &
Unpainless, murdermessed Terrapin
Carapace shelled & felled
from His Home of Aeon
Beached, beyond scarred & scalded Manatee,
Beyond-Endangered...
by the endangeroususers...
Left,
Right-now
to Us only
& the gathering flies - after the maggots -
for a "Glowspray I.D."-Interment-ignoble
out of The Sea -
this Thalassic Poet -
as Brethren search to the bottom
(knowingly)
for the disReptiled
of soft, red-eyed
Wisdom and
Grinalmostsmile
Stalled!
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Hey, Pilgrims,
Let's dress-up
Dress-down the plumes
of the dancing Peacock
(If we'd allow)
but for the Ritual;
For Francsly speaking
in tongues of plata y oro,
Pound-for-bloody-pound
How much 'cide this buys?
A simply-uneasy angst to the quest,
Oh, how Corpulent "m.d.'s" -
Which dystrophy Indigene Water - Land - Identity muscle
Manifest your Destiny! - Trophied.
Lots of time for sargeants,
for unhappy Cherokee rides on trails to tears
Led from 50,000 years to Discovery? Indeed!
With no reservation
'cept to enslave the Spirit,
And with tobacco & cotton gotten
from the corn colors of the Earth!
Are the Iroquois/Mohawk/Navajo/Cherokee/Hopi
Thankfully jeeping...?
Don You grisly-now...
Our meleagris gallopavo decapatito,
Strut and march like mute Mummera in the Charade!
Cum Multis Aliis
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each thing living on
Murdth ‘sorbs water chiefly wet
backards of arid-
zona an’ the holmby hills’
chlorine romp ponds drawing the
scant as blue blood for
the thirsty altar as a
mercedes to the
mccam bridge carwash on
la cienega for the
hundreds…each living
thing like coke water classic
from botswaniam
pools It’s the real thing walking
miles like dropdeadery girl
camels for a drink
sugary & refreshing
like rape…we miss the
nyc streetsweepers
for the bristletanks nosing
& hosing down street-
sleepers in the dross It’s a
lawn time in the ‘burbs
between iced long island teas
cold as charity water
from their potable
portalets…to scorches of
torrid pachyderms
...global conflict wars
for water not indeed
be in the solution!...
elephant you say tnaphele say I to
your circus mind say
is that your real nose bulbous
red like a churl beyond the
watering hole drunk
frolic’d sunned an’ bathed with the
peaceable kingdom
not less than once have you been
to thought fraught thirst to ‘nother
trunk?
H.e.m.-H’H.
12.15.MMxi.
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No, It was not my time
to jaunt & jump about
the Morld with You, to
glowering-green-glows
of Ischia, the privileges
of Mackinac, "...our Paris, Ilsa!"...
Ornamented ataud &
calefacted incinerators are
merely better-funded!, to a last-
notice of proteaned hoar, the
dearth of silk...
So, it was to be
Goa, or Delhi "curry-in-a-hurry" not,
and the touts & shouts
as We passed...
You in those shoes,
toeing-up with heel asway
like a silent, ticking-pendulum,
Me, watching...
Allowing sole specialnesses, but a few
to my inti-mated Life,
why there was You insinuate...
E'er Yours-sporadic, tho'
an extravagance of Soul!, like
incipient Sinatra, or
the piano of Jarrett! But,
No, it was not your time
to jump & jaunt-about
with Me, but for You,
like a junkie afeared of needles,
to be going, & mine
to Write... of It, plecking-off
the pilpuls from
My blanket, & You to
replacing contoured batteries
and
for Now... perhaps as recent
as tomorrows' accident.
H.e.m.
c.5.10.MMvii.
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...At the Shore, zoneyed
hyperspantechnic aerobes
seek treasurefiner-
metal detectives,
hopefilled, as high-tech fishmen
at Igloos of beer
ponder the dearth?, Nay!
of paille tressed, bespectacled
easy-easelers
at hungry palettes
and the sketchmasters who're
ignobly absent!
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Across the River, West 'tis that
at the cliffs & clefts of Victoria above
blackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano
& not-so-merried ferries, the promontory sits of
visage, resplendented of red deer & red bear &
white Eagles' scat from Lady Liberty!
Why, in the glare of where, opossum
& red squirrel, vied in-passioned
imposters of small virtue in deed
sought, wrought of purloin
for some vertu & bijouterie
for Manhattan!
(The Chief Islander) - so the Mythic goes!
But hey!, it's up-on the BigScreen, now
playin' @ The Bijou, & in the dutri-plexes
& plexes of plexiglasse &
MegaPlexes of Tribeca, in the Tri-boros+2...
Avaunt! Above Verrazzano visage
tramontane, there! the Filth & Flair
of City fare, miasma which got us into
insouciant Dutch!
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At the Park he parked
his bicycle - somebody
stole it; so he bought
and chained another
at a fence - they cut the chain;
he Titanium-chained
then to the fence - they
cut the fence; he then Titan-
iumed to a pow-
erpole - somebody
stole the frame & left the wheel;
so at the steelpole
he Titaniumed
through the wheels & frame -
they bolt-cuttered &
left a wry note!; so
he lashed to a Northern Pine
his Mastiff beside -
they shot the dog &
uprooted the tree; so he
lashed again, to a
Sequoia - they chain-
sawed & stole the Earth!
H.e.m.
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