sweet! would love to go there. love
dada. da da dada! long live the queen!
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very nice! thanks for sharing! Douglas
...what I conceive as Intersign Poetry , must confront the realm of
visual and sound effects and must try to find ways to organize signs, in
order to fill the technological products of poetry with the richness of
ambiguity and complexity that signs
# Above skyscrapers,
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
Arms held out in your Jesus Christ pose
here come the man with the look in his eye
This desperation Dislocation Separation Condemnation
Revelation In temptation Isolation Desolation
from history's unmarked grave of discarded
binge
abandon
actuary
apiary
appendicitis
arm
awe
basin
befogged
belief
bending
berlitz
bidet
billowy
blank
broke
brood
brood
chemistry
circuit
claire
cloth
coffin
combs
control
crimson
crust
cuffed
cup
dawn
defined
depths
device
dirt
drops
duress
end
excrescent
acido
armario
asphyxiation
away
beach
boxes
bread
bud
bund
burns
caked
caked
cave
chosen
churned
clean
clears
clothes
cloving
clump
con
crates
creaming
crisco
dander
dimple
dreams
droops
dropped
dry
dump
fair
fame
fills
foggy
gape
hand
hills
hole
holster
hub
# two pints of mint chocolate chip ice cream
My beautiful son,
who can it be, knocking
on my door, Im
a building that has two-thousand floors, locking
out all my worries and my fears, Slapping
them down --One hundred,
--two hundred
The timing / and structure /
Can you hear them? They talk
# a letter from mary //draft v2
the rotting jesus
when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony
how 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how 'bout remembering your divinity
Let him kiss me with the kisses of this mouth
My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil
,
# a letter from walter
Mother are you waiting? Father are you pacing? i know it's kind of late
i hope i didn't wake youSit back and relax a while, Take some time to
laugh and smile. Lay your heavy load down, You know Every now and then I
think you might like to hear something
# a letter from robert
The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and
the dust clouds rolling As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, and The
first time ever I kissed your mouthLike the trembling heart of a captive
bird Warm lips soft as a soul
# and Robin shall restore amends
sometimes I wonder, that day it rained you never would say
where
you came from, i get home from work and you're still standing there in
your dressing gownwell, what am i to do?two roads diverged in the
wood, and I---
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scott rigby wrote:
Douglas,
wasn't it actually coined by Carol Hanisch? but the idea had
been in
circulation since much earlier. apparently,
# a letter from an organ grinder monkey
it was twenty years ago today I woke the same as any other day except a
voice was in my head and driving down the road I get a feeling for
the poor tortured souls who fall at your feet I started humming a song
from 1962you you
# the cocoon
And death shall have no dominion.
Upon this street where time has died.
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
I followed her to the station with my suitcase in hand
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
I
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