From ancient arc hive:
I.
two counterpoints throw two parades in their honor - it causes confusion
but they offer a prepared solution and act as if they are surprised
overscheduled and overworked
overextended and overtired
before leaping mountain to mountain without wires
lawgiving televised pawnshops which once guided synthetic gents power lose
and thereupon aristocratic tibia fibia marrowmoan
the salesgirls triumph and howl upriver
a common exhilaration, pessimists!
but we are not trapped under ice or space gloom!
II.
O Meg, aspire
the machine can barely move
unzip it unlock it send more mysteries
Re solve
Decipher
Code talk conjured with fiery handprint in a collage sniffing glue, with characters bending spoons swallowing silver mouths so lo mein mnemonic
So hot omega spire
and needless to say - send it across the wire / women watching bobbing weaving screaming
The good page if just for a second maybe.
it.is.you golden aged n' wired to be found again
at the beginning of time maybe.it.is
you holding signs in a labyrinth getting higher and higher in the same staged stain-time
O Meg burn the midnight oil for the cowboys for the body politic, megastar
or anti-thief - heads have had it, hearts and love knots; grief.
the full moon frisky blister stetson says
the emperor is nude and fiddling
with human life expectancy, drugstore complexions,
the tale of the phoenician possum and jetson
III.
the holy go spell with those tongue-teeth n' with those tongue-teeth tongue-tongue she told me
tongue-tongue three realities this week tongue-tongue
say playfully: tongue-teeth tongue-tongue, reiterate and define by me
the mesmerizing sunrise as it commences;
precious we are born and can see
where this canyon was formed, where this fire started;
can smell the salty manic abdomen arabesque, primal and fine / divine n' full of confusion;
hand in hand of time - it is forever brief -
of time I give but blood at night for these victories...
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river sliver teaspoon park (reparations)
sensory achieved overload, lonesome poems, fire ants, state-nations unbound
a lien pipedream got old like the War on Ugly and Poverty and terra talk turkey
and you know: explosions and punch fundamentally infinite
catch the infant - look around - see?
they're just doing their jobs just gettin rotten gettin green
assigned to the nipple of a motherwar by the antichairman
who is himself a suspected terrorist fleet
his favorite book is hitler copies, or how to do it better with big business
social experiments shitcoms and chatter - written in the pre-rotary telephone era -
that baby began to grow when they put the nozzle of the nose in blank again
because some lawbreakersarelawmakers who on original syntax choke.