I understand

Every notch
Even that scar
Every bump
Even that star you have hidden behind your bladder

Your a horse

Mane - tail -

Kelpie better yet

Ridding to the end of the sidewalk with your eyes closed

I am glad I kept the manual on you
On my teeth - the back of my teeth
Blow hard you'll see it's in gold

Every rule and permission

Ever fall and lay
Underneath the sway
Afar the maid of the
Moon

Her fair fruit
Looped under the twine of nuclear gas
Connected to my finger
Metal tubes
Im alive

I can know and understand
Every death she's had
Every rope she's broke
Every tides she's missed
Every hope

Every cut she's made
Every tree she's seen
Every monster in her closet
Every dream

Between the scratch of the pen
And the bang of the firefly
The keys understand
And fight to stay alive

One raise - in goes air
To the back of my teeth
That I nibble her with
Like a meth fiend in heat

She's shaking me soul
Im scared to be alone
I said this before
Im an infant - she's a schizophrenic mother - and we're alone

The magician waves his wand
The fireflies scatter

Here comes that kelpie bitch

Ill just follow her

Into the sea

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Stream

She tastes like..............
She smells like....................

I thought when I tightened the belt to the last notch I'd understand that rhyme

A dollar or better yet -------

An hour or head to the first curl filled ball that figures out this riddle

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Sky

Maybe my death will be quicker than most
Fast
Not like the buildings eyelids though
Or the Forests yawn
Or her skin when puckered between the bedpost and the sun

My death will be a salty sucker

A cut across my eye with a dull blade

No

My death will be wet and deep for sure

That old woman scrubbing the floor or that old man with the top hat and the cane
Maybe one of them will surprise me

Hurry up tough

Times running out and the sidewalk is running out of cracks

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The Magician and the Rope

He sat on the pier
He help the rock in his hand
The ocean was vast

Blue
Maybe green

If the rock skipped a thousand times
Maybe he'd win

He threw the rock and watched it roll over tides like lips licking envelopes
He looked down at his gloves

The dirt made him mad

For some reason he thought of her

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Thorns and Apples Sprinkled with Sand and Salt

I carry venom in a holster behind my jawbone

I don't want it to give me cancer so maybe I should spit it inside her womb

She'll get pregnant for sure - and in 9 months that nuclear glow in her belly button will pop out a Sun

It'll rise

Opposite the current yellow ball of fire

Stare it down and scream loud enough to break the ancient ones mind

If you've ever been spit on by God you'll know

A loud obnoxious universe is not something you want let loose on hamanity. It doesn't behave. It might even steal it's own mothers heart so that when it is born it'll have an extra

Venom

Like salt mixed with sand - keeps you disoriented and thirsty

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To My Surprise

I woke up this morning and the mail had already came

Someone was even nice enough to shove the letter under my doors frame

The sender didn't even bother to use a stamp

And though it was a letter from the MACHINE it somehow wrote my name with it's very own hands

Scrawled out across the simple white case

My name

Big and blazed

DEAR NIGGER

So as I said in my title

To my surprise

I found out I was still a nigger today

The letter - it went on to say

I was still a nigger - and for meto not think differently

But was this to me - I thought? It came to my house

Or at least where I stayed

And it came from the MACHINE - so it must have been meant for me

But to my surprise - To my surprise - Someone had mispelled the last few letters of my name

I'd thought the last few letters were GA but found the letter used ER

SO I called the machine and asked what was going on and I was stunned when told

That I had asked for them to spell it that way

I don't remember but the THEY told me that I had become proficient in the use of SIGN language

So to my surprise - I found out I was still a nigger today

I was even more stunned when I went about my day

I waited and waited and waited and waited

I braced myself and walked real slow

Waiting for the surprise

and to my surprise

I realized nothing had changed

Whether Im a niggas or a nigger, it don't matter

it's all the same

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Real World
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

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CNN

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EGU VILLAGE, Ethiopia (CNN) -- A year of drought and soaring food prices has threatened the lives of tens of thousands of Ethiopian children.

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"We have nothing to feed our children," said Egu's village elder. "We are losing our children day by day."

Ethiopia's Health Ministry, along with UNICEF, monitors the health of thousands of children here, but the number of areas they have been able to regularly visit has been cut in half this year.

The small rains that normally allow Ethiopian farmers to plant a second crop each year did not come this year, adding to an already critical food shortage.

"It's an open crisis and there are more people than we expected, than the government expected, who need additional food," said Bjorn Ljungqvist, head of UNICEF Ethiopia.

There is a critical shortfall in the supply of therapeutic foods used to treat children with severe acute malnutrition, the UNICEF official said.

The UN's children's agency is appealing for $10 million to pay for emergency needs of more than seven million children under five as well as pregnant and lactating mothers in 325 drought-affected districts.

The World Food Programme (WFP) supplies the emergency food for UNICEF, but rising food prices mean it could not guarantee aid for all the areas in need.

"Unless you get immediate assistance the risk is, you fall into severe malnutrition and eventually death, so unless our supporters come in immediately for this we fear that is what is going to happen in the country," said Jakob Mikkelse, the WFP's nutrition and education chief.

Egu is a village UNICEF is no longer able to visit on a regular basis.

"If we were not here, those children who we had found now, with severe acute malnutrition would have died at home," UNICEF Emergency Nutrition Project Officer Samson Dessie.

UNICEF estimates six million Ethiopian children under the age of five are at risk and more than 120,000 have only about a month to live.

As the relief workers depart Egu, they leave behind a few emergency food packs and a promise to return.

The Ethiopian government has worked with UNICEF since 2004 on the Enhanced Outreach Strategy (EOS) to provide food for child survival. The effort distributes child survival packages that include vitamin A supplementation, de-worming, measles catch-up, nutritional screening and referral to supplementary or therapeutic feeding programs.

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tether

I saw something at the bottom of the rope

A mannequin - maybe I stole one from that shop on Boradway

Hair clamped with gold and lips pinched with bone

My hands began to gave way

I saw the water below

Maybe I'd kick her if I fell

but the water - I culd see a thousand feet into its history

My mind wondered - had that been high once?

Had those been PLACES And THINGS

I was holding on with just my thumb and index finger - it was nearing an end

I heard a splash - she'd jumped first

I didn't even know plastic could think

But the view - and the infinite possibilities sent a tingle down my belly

So fuck the pain I followed

The splashes no more than a beat apart

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Ownership

That little girl pick up that flower
From Gods back
Gave it to the man
That Killer
He put it in his pocket and fell asleep in the mud

It rained that night
The sizzle fell around the hair in his ears
He woke up startled
He fired off three rounds

The little girl didn't even see it coming
He went to wipe the blood

Spat on the ground
And walked away

Days later the gulch hid bandits behind stones
Stones large than most men

They
The bandits filled him full of holes

As he lay dead an old fat man riffled through his pockets
The flower was still there in place
It had long crumpled
dried and fell to pieces

The wind caught a hold of it

Off it went

Back to gods hairy back

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cutter

Cutter

Venus started with her feet
She quickly moved to her arms
The surge was better than any orgasm
Life, she said with embittered palms
Rattles around and makes noises
Her head was a patch of tangled up weeds

Her wrists were next
She wasn't going to be like those other manic kids that got all fat and depressed
Roaming around the Icebox in the middle of the night looking for a late night snack
And being a coke addict while sexy at 22
Would be a slow slide down the tubes once you hit 42
Those lines are long where you shuttle in blues
Behind black bars with a soul imbrued
She wrung the steel cranks and downward poured
Porcelain heaven
Full of warm water
This was her best option
This tub was her cure

She'd say

We are all – disconnected
We move from thing to thing – interrupted
Snagged currents that fade in and out
My lips touch something underneath the undertow
My arms stretch – undulate – flow
Until I can't feel what I am feeling anymore
And the sounds I hear are no longer sorrowful
I beat a drum – but my ears are deaf
I make love underneath a spiders sticky web
Full of my connections that are all left for dead
Dangling from trees in wet paper bags

The tub is full of cold water now – her heart it froze at once

Her wrists were next
The connection – frayed made her thoughts go in and out
Her gift – God smudging her space with a fat pink eraser

She mumbled as her head bounced on the marble wall

What misery is this – what message is in this painted verse
What messy yellow bird is going to bring my song

(Cutter continued)

What perch will be - the swinging sway
What crow will craw my morning song

The water in the tub has turned to red ice
But her feet they still flutter
Her mind still mutters a messy weed filled song

She started with her feet
She has ended with her wrists
The connection
Frayed – but for how long

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Through The Trees

Through The Trees
She watched life
Through the trees
Her hand snapping A twig was as loud as things would ever be
Until that night she decided to make all that was white dirty
While watching those boys all playing - nude and wild in the stream
She'd just grumble and pull her tongue around her head, French kissing her self until she'd bleed

Then she turned and marched back to her mushroom
That spotless stone covered in gold
She spit on the ground - then hiked up her skirt
She jostled her hair and sent knives from her eyes
She plopped on the bed and gave a crocodile cry
Then sleep on a white
A hot leafy stream of white night
The bright light of night full of so much respite
Here comes the dark light

The perfect fray - life being pulled on string was her way
The curtains finally dropped - her drama stopped
The dusk and ash of the night was pulled from under her white socks
Perfectly placed in that big wet hole in her heart

Then as a perfect epilogue to her soprano sang mass -
After all of the brash and crass
After all of the whore like darkness was syringed into a secret stash
In her hearts cove for her to at last
Sell her biggest wish to some sinking ship
On top of a golden mushroom with scissor like lips
She baffled herself on the edge of her bed
Wishing she'd go back to being heavenly dead
with those scribbled on thoughts smashed into her pretty head
She huffed and puffed and then without much thought
she hummed and twiddled her thumbs
Realizing she'd lost

She went back to the window
And looked down through the trees
Their bones and viens
wooden arches and leaves
Leaving her dreams
Bound and gagged on a spree
That the wind could taste on the skin of her teeth

Her mushroom of a house
Atop her man-made hill
Muddy and steep

She can't slide down
Nor can her muse climb up
Will she ever be free


Her song used to blaze
Like a haze - of sweet glaze
On lightening rods wrapped around her feet

Now she looks down
At the pond through the bound
A webbed plexus of finger like leaves

But she can end this all - like a Venus wandering the sky
Being sucked into a sunny sea without a trace
Her guns right on the counter - it offers a reply
Its messy and would say all she had to say
Without squeezing a letter - a tub full of her blood
Even God would figure it out
That she was gone and had messed up the the white floors of her golden white mushroom of a house

What else would a Venus of the sky need to say
Someone will clean it up
That's why they get paid

A blood stained mushroom
Full of gold and creepy trees
Is nothing - nowhere - no place

The white bright room - is now a curtain for night
On the bed she'll lay and make this stain

The square mushroom
Is about to get dirty
Suddenly God hears a loud bang

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Fireflies and Keys

Fireflies and Keys

Her hand had never seemed so red
Thin and defined
Like if the sun had a motor and she was a spark plug shooting into it
Or maybe if her words had sight

She reached onto the keys and her hands crashed through them
Like a drowning child was under the notes she reached into the black and white hut She tickled them and they reacted as if she had
Reached Gods ribs

More water
More red
Fireflies they flickered on and off – the origin of the sound
Bang is the stomping tone – without a finger on the key – a thought
Bang again her hand like axes


I was enchanted
I slept in my mind knowing that boy under the keys wouldn't drown
Her banging 16th and arpeggios would pump enough air into the lake to sustain him

It grew dark

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But an underwater scream
A muffled breath under pillows or child in an abandoned building
It's a horrible thing to awaken to
My hair was long - how long had I been sleep
I was bald when I lied down
Now I wear bushes under my face and fire in my lungs
The scream rumbled like a broken speaker was attached under lake

She was no longer playing

she was kneeling on the keys
Pressing hard with all her weight
her eyes bleeding
Her hands clasped
Incense burning and sage crumbled up like dirt weed
What was she wishing in her nightmare

I no longer saw red
I saw blue

For the boy was me
And I couldn't see
Between the keys

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She’s Not Breathing (From My Book Multiphrenic Chalkings)

She's Not Breathing
And I pulled her away from the hole
She laid in my lap
I put my gun down and took a few drags off of my
Medicine
I didn't know what to do with her

I didn't have much time to stay
Had it been yesterday I would have been her tourniquet
But it was today
It was always today and if I stayed I would miss my ride
The best I could do was kiss her with a golden prayer and lay hands on her
I also had some tree root in my pocket
I fed her
Just then I felt something jabbing me in the leg
She grew hot and began to glow
She rolled off of me

Red feathers jumped out of her back
Like canyon ghosts in a nightmare
She shivered like a shaken baby
She stood then
Like stone
Then without looking at me she flew away

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Untitled

There is a new dictation

It is bold but italicized

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Stains

Im scrubbing the floor
That same old woman in a dirty white
Was white
Dirty apron I guess
She sets the image of many things in my head

My future
My past

Ominous she stared and scrubbed
I was trapped
Like a newborn alone with a junkie mother

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