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Notes on Spread Eagle Superhighway: the skull had on it a face and in it a tongue…
The skull was filled with spiritual jazz and funk records
Free jazz prog rock and dirty country ambers,
blue grass tones with fuzz and beefy
beats
you can fuck to and go far out / in time and
space
(Bluebonnet acres, ranch and pasture scenery)
The skull had on it a face and in it a tongue
on the tip of it her taste
her butter buns never better chased
Never better caught or more kneaded
Squeezed full of flirty fuck-school clamor
better than any filtered rat race
Naturally merged
with a fresh tune up and a brand new clutch
sunfire sprocket and running lights
Chrome seat wings
Spread eagle superhighway
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Keys
Cheese
From the Train
4.6 Billion
42 Degrees
Roll the Dice. Go All The Way
a poem by Charles Bukowski
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if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.
The art of not reading
all in
furthermore, her so-and-so sensor swells
up
pouring sunlight
from wells words make her magic spells;
grunts and a precious shrug.
where’s a gargoyle when you need one?
or two in december?
foul mouth made em popular
remember?
i have to say i have a damn good reason for
whatever
we're calling it
this season
(The wide leg or the skinny)
Slippin, Slippin, Slippin, Into the Future
Hit Song (Should I Apologize?)
Funny looking trying love on, getting along
listening in, communing with animated water songs
Supreme Beings in various sizes and shapes, super cephalopods, real mermaids, diving air bubbles turning into grapes.
Prune palms
Should I apologize ?
it's blunt poetry ever coming on so get with it - it's provocative, it's a hit song about people getting along around about the honey on yr qtip
Get wet by the earful in the meanwhile
Now the immediate timeless
Living words conspired
Funny lookin
trance fixed
Life - whatever - it exists
Worldly wordly worthy vessel
am the chainlink tongue and telepathic eye
go see the miles and flower pop cycles
be exuberant enter the din of yr rivals
Blonde twins - now I've got yr attention -
some of them seem to be kissing
generally gorgeous genitals leaping room to room
to be of use to be involved according to an elaborate blueprint
The vast multitude of reactions are fuel
for the living cell (you know why it sings)
visualize water tracking down the invisible
starlight life working all the parts in all the systems
Even middle-aged stars are crucial in this instant
LIGHT becomes LIFE through you and theyme turning the wheels of existence
EE
Determined, a color
Magnificent mistakes, you are perfect making lemonade
in the summer when my cheekbones pick up yr movements
and i read yr books piled in the corner pacing, once removed
i’m feeling this affirmative feeling for the nations facing what I used to be consumed
i commend all who can cope right imperfectly
this suffering of harmony discord
this hazard of unity natal
i commend all who can be born
Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit
Elena Holly | Western & Bop | Tokyo, Japan
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Notes on Big Chief Tablet
Notes on Big Chief Tablet
big chief tablet curses from deep reservation reruns (home on the o-range)
Underground undergrad
Under the conscious yellow sub reflecting the sun
Big chief turquoise tablet curses from submerged verses written in tantric cities - bet - jumping jacks swallowed lozenges from deep Discontinuity
it's a gasGasgas in the tank top bottle neck basalt in the land of
milk and honey
Watching the woozy wobbly manly fall
filling her pages with all the world's mages
(she changes nature)…
weve been living through your internet - Geronimo
Is Is Everywhere
Of course I mean we
In the middle of all this
Lava lava automatahari
Ultra revolutionary hi jinks
Smuggled from the storeroom treasury:
On trees money grows
In God's country by a cabin on a meadow
With horses overheard if you listen
And look around, you'll be smitten.
The whole secret story is is everywhere
If you deep enough dig, grip the shakes
Good look on the listen makes
Is is everywhere
(and you're in it)