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Notes on Get to Know Here Sometimes

if you'd have vacuumed you might've easily found your bearings and your money and probly yr moose. If things had been different the stories woulda all been good.    

You can get out of any situation with levitation (Notes on)

Sometimes when I say I would like that a lot  you don’t have to ask me  you can just do

Because  light speed is the middleman  and the mirrors are huge

I'm talking for free

I can't stop myself

& the best play for the stage (ever written) is either losing its sheet music shoes

or finding its audience retuning a tune

giving in to the will of the room and Elvis Hank Aaron who taught me how to write space

poetry with sound and pictures of women.

write it down:

there is no greater threat to the theater than a vile thinker or big burlesque boot. 

Inhale a clue, cheesecloth commando,

inhale a clue in the throes deeply into your pot belly floating over snowy roofs,

Throttle yr automatic mouth watering clues,

throttle yr gods, cheesecloth, go south,

go south with,

go wormwood gogo nude in yr limelight knapsack, go acid for the alkaline, pedal to the

metal vamoose,

be crazy about be nuts about be daffy;

be mad for yr sappy pageant

first down goal to go on the two

gogo got it bad and she likes it that way

doll it up,

spruce it up

mend a dragonfly, Serpent Dr

Do supermarket tabloid yarns symbolize a formerly dyslexic Thomas Mapother Cruise

seeing what the heart is?

Im talking for free

I can't help it

Venus is in the news, and Timbuktu

On hop-scotch, drugs and booze.

Notes on Hardcore Flight Attendants

What good will come to island *yes and the word ocean?

(Enlightened flight attendants: Yr missing an *E)

Hardcore open secrets pleasures born again babes

Buzzcut bare boomerangs heavily breathing 

Beauty bumps writhing humming spiraling hardcore

Humming and writhing hanging like smoke  

Hangs over a continental lounge in a better era

Deep abiding babes parting curtains letting in large light

Open windows wholesome devices 

On shout or on whisper harpy pigtail curses

Saying anything uncensored the dirty day  

Can do for me

Notes on 1977 Southampton Rose

1977 southampton rose

the club ponied on both sides of the league

it also contributed a lot to charity

and built railway after railway

for the same tender trains

tunneling through The Grand Cornier

2. 

Animalia insecta mantidae:

Rhombodera butleri at pray leaf

Genre impromptu

building bridges to worship the moon

over Buck Grove ((iowa, population 49)

Notes on The remarkable sound of a fine word

The remarkable sound of a fine word
Tingling the body like a drink or drug
Marvelous potions ring ringed ears
Dazzling the seers in the treasury sync.

Weak kneed numb feet and funny elbows

Notes on the Venus Mount

Air hungry on Venus Mount

all woke up handsomer and pretty  

rich on cash mattresses  

omnipotent hash managers man

who used to be math genies in Electra or Paris

Red hot early adoption man

red hot harp tuned muses strewn about the room

omnipotent ledgers by any measure  

myth making legends in a race in a ruse  

on timely airwaves off camera off color cues in silence as much as  

talking words is hooked on stars purring odyssey

words are hooked in candid pictures potions possibly 

in the flesh in saloons cephalopods surrealistic light bods in the park nude 

grooving to the barks in the dog park godly crooning in fancy hues

dawning undarking afterglow bruise.

Notes on Living, and had been born possibly good

Blissful pry open the dreaming back for wonder talk on edge of pillow, find a way back quick-like by the sounds of what we he she already have had want

and not so long ago brokedown science (rebuilt)

and not so long ago brokedown spirits (rebuilt)

and not so long ago you just forgot the titles

the subconscious curves who can hear it, and to the dons and divas it’s everything wandering through late-night tombs spelling new names, building boats reading runes making rivals

making thunder with garbage can brooms, 88 key recitals

Tree groves true by the tree pile by the road side by the way - who do you think yr talkin to?

C/W

Notes on Free Drinks

Lightning rod moonbeams

In the room with us spinning waitresses wander over

abandoning their appetite stations

buck eyes synthesize experimental writing on drugs

Viral vocal chords that voice liquor

Dollar drinks on the floor

Building beats bumping up on red hot

Bare feet looking for super free

Bacall smoke machines

... 

(Dreams underwear fast fashions trends sexy scents sharing personal data with clicks like drugs buttery hardware happy delicious earth)

Notes on Poem Glyphs at the Locomotive Loophole

Poem glyphs at the locomotive loophole

fuck you bull

free energy

eight seconds in four lines

short straw

on Van Helsing Drive

summoning crooners  

Notes on 33 For Your Key Ring

You should know  

knowing you should know and already do

dawning, undarking on wise minds

disco foil, drugs, the cornerstone story. 

Action! Cut. 

The rock lava tunnels are superconductive, 

the streets alchemical recipes, 

encoded philo stone in the think tank drunk

on tectonic phonics and contact languages

overstood by earthworms in symbolist daydreams, 

entranced in fancy hues if you wait long enough  

your nose will sniff out the ruse, 

the masks drop everything and think.

Hear that heavy metal song racing, 

hear that earbell lobe overwriting Control,

Newspeak, DoubleThink, forked tongues drugging  

drinks, brainwashed by blacklight beasts...

Notes on Bags of Poetry

You have ten bags of poetry, broadsides, potions

So put the language where it appears out of sequence  

And stop coming up w/ new meanings & substituting facts for feelings

To cover your ass.

Why not instead show some skin & & don't pretend

Why not at least bare the dirt sexy soles of yr feet (everybody win).

Are you in a film or in reality? Are you dreaming or just a dish in someone else's feast?

Notes on Harmony Honey

curtains slide double back

dimensional inter-light

opens electric luminous legs blessed between her

money

harmony honey

science courses physical fluid

silk such blouses

open seals and lift corresponding windows

dared open

dared noise, nature

energy being between temples with delicious.

Notes on Avant Garde Door Prizes

Read red wine dope & cheese
Avant garde door prizes
Poem poets awkward underwear
Making things rub each other

Drugged poetry students echo pretty ohs
Fingers and feet at different speeds
Bounce core carrot curly toes triangle

Kissed like the mouth's lips
Like a kitten cleaned

Notes on The Dimension of our deep-rooted desire that is richer and more expansively resonating

In a letter to the botanist:

art can reflect a genuine and considerable biological adaptation shaped by our

"ancestors"

have been clouding the same unconscious audience — 

buttered by empty promises, simple desires delusions —

again and again to maintain the narrative

origins of species, origin as in 

genetic genesis

fossils of the kind

deeply seated in human nature,

attention rooted in the sense of aesthetic harmony — 

attention through these feelings longing — 

neurons and deepest nature attempt to make sense of the knee

jerk itself, spin doctors hammer it to get a rise.

The feelings are not only emotional beings but advertising

butter, a rigorous evolutionary experience of the emotion as mere use of signs,

So...Predictable reaction, re-enactment, limits in space for shelves to fit all sizes.

Notes on Eyelash Keys Nevertheless

Smashed ladies with the spicy breath slide into cozy booths red like the walls and ceiling like their lips  charmers of snakes and feelins and fisher kings hypnotized by sexy steak hot legs turned on by eyelash keys nevertheless in a hot pink dress interconnected cosmic stargazers, middle fingers to the whole fuckin room eyebrow raisers throughout illumined where the hexy hips danced out shadowy shifting shapes by the bonfire where quivering nostrils flared for gold mine mountain air in a luau counting clouds taking them slowly into your mouth working it without a censor...

Quivering eyebrow mountain

shadowy shapes from the fire, sexy steak

nostrils flare working spicy air cruise

Eyelash legs cosmic cloudy mouths

Without a censor  

hexy hips slide slowly into yr mouth

hot legs illumine gold mine room

charmers of snakes and feelings

working it until it blisters

Notes on Bubblegum Bridge

Blunt tweeting shroom under the bubblegum bridge,

light gears chasing charms, flavors flesh-sexy in silence as much as talking,

human verb here rubbing the racing interface, illumination radars:

blue dream, grape kush, sour diesel, say, to the mainline human humming  

In that ear globe, overwriting controls over biting taste, replacing drugs with cake 

cake with drugs fakes with original models and makes;

a company takeover floods the body with blood conjuring typewriters and telephone

panties

flood fancies

many verses fire winged wiring

Trips to memory island

Notes on My So Called Band

Hey.

My So Called Band is opening for The Fuck This at Emo's on Saturday, part of the crowdfunded Good/Evil/OD Fest of which ya heard, no doubt. Prepare for blunt tweeting, sexy humans dancing flesh, grape kush blue dreaming, slick photogenic outta sight everything serving messages, a process, a musical farce, circle drums, drama, hip hot watered down diluted jam master bait, fake street art sweethearts and romantic brand ruses. Come on, get wet. There will be bubbles. Jonesing air waves, exposure, unofficial everything.  Swaying excitedly, hypnotized body paint, red hot old hat ostriches sniffing glue (who over inhale it...like swallowing your money to save it).

Notes on The Wizard of Lozenges

"There won't be a charge but there will be a fee." - Brian S. Wah

Neandertal tongue at half past midnight, trick pricked all bridled on broken stars, stool rats and the aw shucks Sahara stocking acid rain lasers manufactured abroad by Lazarus Inc which may or may not be a front, a mirage, a casino, a fully functional bunker with two lane highways and traffic lights, the whole kitchen sync. 

Think about the words just for the hell of it the systems, a few forked tongues with misplaced ambitions, who said they shot blanks but we smell victims hooked on the broadcast mediums, swallowing sWords, spells baked by drones anchoring enterprises playing with erasers and a ton of young skin, emotional resonance

traded on the nose on the #NYSE for the wizard of lozenges

In: fighting over nothing  

in: a game no one wins

Notes on Twisted Peppermint Tweet Grass, Y'all

Twisted peppermint tweet grass

uber facts an attention revival

uber facts semper ubi sub ubi  

orizabus subaziro Fab Four ubi sub ubi umbra

as a matter of fact, y'all  

hot spells made onomatopoeias, orgasms

spread leg shapes, shadows, hot buttered lip

cinema psychic rhythms rigged naked ribs

with dips and chips, marijuana cookies, rum and soda cake,

to celebrate cigarettes and sonnets 

threw all the poetry magazines into the fireplace  

(Lit / Baked / WB Yeast)