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THREE POEMS

 

 

from St. Apples

 

What is it that the human body & mind can finally see?
It is not – forgive the rhyme – finality.
In the dream the number was sixteen; sixteen was the number
that would free my daughter. In later versions I will
eliminate the part about this being a dream.
               Dr.   Dr.  Dr.  Doctor, the Sandman is in my eyes.
               Swe   eeet   et
                  la a lab  abama
               o   me  m  me                         I want to be playfully clear.

You are compelling on the level of the sentence.
Is that one of Tony's lines?
  God, that woman's crossed thighs are incredibly compelling
and her ass. What is it that I see and desire in that XXXX
              This is not a journal.
                            A treatise on humanity and joy.
                The two go together like a hook and an eye, ay Mx.
                                        A?
She just left and said “have a good day” and smiled like
she thought I was cute.
              N    o    t    a    j    o    u    r    n    a    l    !!
Whoa! Wowanna! whoa, wowannawhoa! The object: women.
The subject: me(n).
Philosophy of turquiouze! Plus 5 prattleAxe.
                            There is the mysterious shirlette ammons
             She never remembers me – I smile when I think she
             soesnot remember me.
                              MORE LETTERS!!
             No! There will be no more letters!
             Fool! Do you not see the letters???? which mul-
                     tiply like fleas (thanks, dog!) before you?????
                4-4-0.    533 600
                I can not hear you speak up.
                       The typewriter works on many levels.
                Am I finally just an abserver?
                          Some hair just came into the room and
        reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetreated. It may have been a re-
                                                                 treatment. Dearest Doctor,
                                                    Tell the XRolling StoneXs to stop.
                                             the object: black
                                                    the subject: whi(te)
                                               The stroller with the stroller with the XXXXX
                                                                                   drooler.
Shifting the proud fathers                 the French revolution
            leftward             ashamed for                       and its fashion
                                     Let us read from the book of the French
                                                    revolution for beginners.
                          Let us, even, begin? How many times can a man
                    Drifting X along…… begin?
                                       How many beginnings can a man sit
                                                    through before he calls
                                               himself X well done?

             Which is left? What is left asks the gorumond.

 

 

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