visions watching that film - one of the houses reminds me so keenly of a recent photoshoot i felt uneasy over - there is a hidden camera in the wall... most likely hidden cameras in every wall, two skinny girls ricochet aint no walls, laws like gender... bender aunt dream i step into hallway saying mother... mother do you think they'll like this song oooh ah... i can't find her and put on a beret, sit on sofa with emilee as she teases me about my messy hair...i cook in the messy kitchen, i eat with pepsi and memory of her...

clean up, concerned over how expensive basic materials can be or become...i taxi to shop, turtle neck girl i look i look and she looks and we dance at looking and looking away until the cantonese woman slides up next to me examining q-tips, she is wearing a tee that reads most valuable player, very friendly, at least for a chinese woman... i say a few words in my choppy chinese and wave goodbye - i think about them both as i arrive to put away the haul but more in terms of why emilee wore a turtle neck in california and the series of t-shirts in recent post...

long ago gave up on hoping to make a friend in this town. skirt eats fancy trout - it is raining as the power line explodes and the lights go out - i sigh, but it doesnt take too long. i guess i;m gearing up for new songs and giving my readers a break from from all the granting although it is yet foremost in my mind's worried eye... i select a title and commit changes.
5:18pm
5/23/24

friday. leaving the left over steak, i almond cupcake thinking about you know who... it takes me four hours to eat all the desire... i view sin takes a holiday, there is talk of putin possibly accepting a cease fire... they call him ironically a war lord...i dont understand the word unironically. worse: I2vrNsOmFLuPBLXJaT9g-1 at jpg or "FullsizeMugshotHandle" super size obituaries i log into x formerly twitter... flirt with the idea of a caleb carr post, son of lucien said the beatniks were not child friendly and they weren't i read alienest and thought it was all right. like an overnight stay in jail. penobscot bay pilot like an answer in riddle, carolyn overlock. i months late laundry... someone force me to write emails and do laundry... i dont nkow waht she meant, but it is none of my business... i simply wait for her even when she is right in the middle of my thoughts... miss grant goes to the door, eight minutes 1940s... i close-up her hand on screen place mine atop and somehow do not feel weird over it... these wires love infused with chaotic emotions i cut, hang wet sheets randomly the cat has trout and then chicken but is ready for more... like me with cigarettes... coffee... sixteen minutes to five.

>>> saturday

staying up till nearly eleven at night i hadn't coded a page in a while...still ongoing with what background img to match the font... awake about four, horny and exhausted. all sorts of hurry and anxious throbbing worry wearing me as if i were their clothes cupcake cloths the coffee...of course i'm thinking of her, once upon a time she said something about anxiety and depression... i try to go to sleep again at six, but it is reconversion blues - scattered thoughts - a revolving door mind so i get up again, i want to be nice to charlotte and sofia yet i don't want emilee to think i am being too nice - i repeat the attempt to sleep some more at eight but it's tuesday's just as bad so i stormy monday into civil war - (not the windmills, poetry book title i thought of while cervantes) add bread and onion to left over steak which is somehow smokehouse delicious...i see the stack of bodies but i don't feel as i did with the wet version which made me feel cheated, besides it's dunst - this is kdk12 calling kdk1... i was thrilled to see her and and the film was pretty thought provoking...it's one that i suspect a lot of people will watch twice...in a power of the dog trance i waltz around the early afternoon, i've got rawhide phil, fill a thought with that dog obit kabuso, also a fruit i read; Citrus sphaerocarpa sit us fears of coppers... turquoise skies bright with light porn dark with disasters yet in pouring myself away from the sun and the sex i notice the name candice demellza... but i'm supposed to be writing poetry not clearing the minefield of vulgarity an impossible task in any case- three thirty, why was i playing the suspended scale in the fourth position alike the blues version, should we show them the blues? don't let that out, these things take time. rhyme - devil's interval- rubbing out the word, still the word dust gathers... emilee needs a butch vampire in her life, but you could also pick up something from her esty shop Persimmon Hollow... no wait, she is not estying now, so ask @fairygoodfriends

>>> sunday

awake at five still dark with dreams of lost homes - living room italia fifteen a cousin holds me from the back... in a an embrace as i try to reach the balcony - mother is there and i tell her well i've never felt a man so near - when i turn for a glance i instead awoke - it may have been lighthearted, but i think both were illusions, perhaps even clones - mixing in to match some memory but the scenery was nowhere right - masked foes possibly to join... i jump back into dreams, apartment three k, i am thinking about how good it feels to be me - last room down the hall standing at the door instantly thinking why am i here... i hear emilee's voice and wiggle out of bed - don't you have a croissant to eat or something...croissant clutch i suppose her crimson coach purse is... demi, the two skinny girls grateful dead cover starts in my mind's stereo as i turn on the motorola - music as i picture her... suddenly recall the can't wait video poolside- pretty bright, yellow top light - a woman does anything then the commentizement rings - i'm too in love to think clearly- nose colored glasses, lynyrd that smell - i brew more and grew ashes - can wait fan ate air - i suspect soon i will escape this imposed simple style that feels so blatantly intent against word play poetry, and then i will have something wirth reading even if it caint be translated told. (wroted seven in the morning with snapdragon interruption key press not typing restart)

>>> monday

narcissistic myself passenger pull down glance- on looking what reflection fascinating love... struggle to dream - two, three, roger emil crubel at the piper funeral home, dorothy we are not in kansas - amanda paints with her puppy - los angeles london ashley leak finger in her mouth, i suppose she would not be surprised... it's the nature of such acts - i am surprised to see her in my dreams as if a tug of war with grant...emilee again at bar louie as the rangers and panthers play overhead - pink in her nails now fav photo of us forever i imagine myself, i awake to it feeling only minutes have gone by - unlike the hours to update 99 and create inkrealm.info/dr - they both remind me of her - visiting the hive, how you behave is how you behave... chinese fortune cookie behind a polaroid on her phone - blurred, i burn as if born to mourn the distance - my own distrust dance how is it still lust? suddenly it isnt - it ain't anything except acceptance - district twenty five... her friends are pretty - my prose isnt poetry and i can't keep track of the narrative now as the wires reattach and embrace me electrified i die and reanimate myself - salvation saliva sylvia has done it again nazi lampshade press lights but if it were your women you'd kill every man woman or teen in town...at the lampshop the label is numbered two nine five - curiosity rises hungry to eat men like air - so now my wife even if not in my life, so now i sense the extent of my promise... beyond this ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant... i might even understand the why within i love you still but you really made me hate you... I'm the little Jew Who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all... she runs away and yet remains. i escape the tug of catfight war waking too early, i breathe for three hours mostly her magic and exhale these meetings la matadora with seven brew fizz or sin a moan spice red straw blue tipped nails - adorn the pink... oh what is that zepellin...think, At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom Is this to end or just begin? ten twenty four, 27 mai

>SHE LIKES TO PULL DOWN THE MIRROR AND GLANCE AT HERSELF

ALL MY LOVE, I SUPPOSE

IF I COULD SIDESTEP
THE EXPLOSIVE NUDITY
FROM A GIRL WITH
LAUREN ARMS, THEN IT
MUST BE LOVE MY ALL.

(EF WHY EYE GROMLEY
WELL GORMLEY ...
I GUESS, NO ONE IS
TO BLAME, CIRCUMSTANCES
BEYOND THE USUAL IRONY.


AS FOR FANG, IT MUST BE
THAT WE ALREADY LIVED
OUR LIVES LONG AGO

SATAN TOLD ME SHE 
WOULD BE THE LAST

EXPLAINING WHY HAVANA
STILL HAS GUANTANAMO
BAY OUTPOST)

THE REST OF THE TIME
RHYMES WITH MISS GRANT
WHO I MISS EVEN WHEN
I FEEL HER NEAR

SO WHY SPEAK OF ENDINGS
IN THE MIDST OF FOREVER
AT THE MIDDLE OF IMAGINARY
HONEYMOON 

LAND HO KNEE MOAN

GOD HIMSELF MADE
A  CUCKOLD OF
JOSEPH

HE TELLS ME I CAN PRAY 
TO HIM INSTEAD OF VULCAN.

NOT REALLY EXPECTING ANYTHING
I CAN'T SEE ANY FAULT EVEN IN
CHEATING EXCEPT I FIND MYSELF
NOT EATING OR SLEEPING AT THE
THOUGHT OF IT -

IN OTHER WORDS, THE MANIA
IN ME WANTS ALSO WHAT I 
AM GIVING HER IN RETURN

MANIAC DEVOTION EVEN IN 
PHANTASY I ASK IS IT ONLY 
SEX WITHOUT LOVE

THREE YEARS TO HEAR MYSELF
QUESTION THE HOW ABOUT NOW,

OF COURSE IT DOESNT EXIST.
THERE IS ONLY WHAT WAS AND
WHAT WILL BE, NOW IS NEVER NOW.

BURNIN' LOVE RING OF FIRE
I KEEP MY WORD 
EVEN WHEN 
NOTHING
WAS

SAID, WORDS OF LOVE 

DO THEY OPPOSITE DEPOSIT 

LESBIAN BARBECUE
COVERAGE ARGENTINA COMMOTION
MULTIPLE CANDLES IMPROVISED
PESOS WITHOUT WOMEN

CUCHARA DE HOMBRE 
O CUCHILLO DE FUEGO


SO They BURN WITCH BURN 
AS IT WERE LATER
SUSTAINNG TRIED LIFE
DIED STILL ALIVE TESTIFIED;

AS A GIRL I KNEW YOU BOTH!

CONTINUE WITHOUT SUPPORTING US...

I STILL SAY IT IS ABOUT THE ECONOMY
NOT THE STYLE...

THE HUNGRY HAVE NO TIME TO 
CONCERN THEMSELVES WITH PRONOUNS;

THE PORN DOES NOT MAKE MONEY
SO IT MUST TAKE SOMETHING ELSE...

APOLITICAL I DOCUMENT IT -

FOR THE SAKE OF THE ATTIC

AND ROCK AND ROLL.

HEARKEN BOTH:

hatred tARGET TOOK FOUND TO HAIRCUT

INABILITY NIGHTMARES WALK FRANCE

BAIT AND BEAT LIKE JERSEY SHORE

BOYS VISITING THE VILLAGE

LA BOUCHE DA MA FEMME A UN
GOUT DE MERDE APRES
AVOIR SUCE TA BITE
D'HOMO...

I THINK OF THE SLEEVE SNIFF
IN FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS,


MEN WHO PUT PLACE SHIT IN VAGINAS
FOR A TUSSLE

OKLAHOMA CRAWLERS IN OILY
THINGS NO CHILD OR EVEN POET 
SHOULD HAVE EVER HEArD OF

IT'S A FUCKING DIRY WORLD,
TRAVELIN' WILBURYS.

COMPETITION MARY POPPINS
EL PRADO SEEN MY POINT-

SENZA INFAMIA E SENZA LODE

LOOKS LIKE THEY TOOK MY FRIENDS,

ADRIENNE RICH SAID TOO
EVEN IN HER EYES VULGARITY FLASHED.

DON'T KNOW IF SHE HEARD LODI.

LIKE THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

BUT I WOULD HAVE ALREADY DONE

IT IN KIEV SO DON'T ASK ME

MEIN CAMP TENT TINTED BY CONTRARY

AIRSTRIKE SANDWICHES THAT SHUT

NOSTRILS WHO'S THERE

CLININICAL TRIVIALITIES

NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG

PRICE MAKING PLANT HEATWAVE

(IT AIN'T ALPO)

MERRILY WE LIVE,

I MAKE IT A PARTY AT THE LIST

BUT START TO THINK WHY IS

SHE DRIVING NEARLY TWO HOURS

TO GET DRINKS ??

CENTER MILITARY AGREES

STORMS LEAVE DEAD AMERICANS

SECURITY CEMETERY...

THE OLD GREY LINE HAS NEVER FAILED US.

SUMMIT BLASTS LARGE BUT 

PUPPETS PROMISE TO MAKE ME AN ECHO,

TO TAKE ME INTO MIRROR LANDS,

TO AWAKE IN ME THE DUMB BY WAY OF NUMB...

I AINT COUNTIN' THAT SUM,

AND THIS POEM JUST TO MAKE YOU CUM.

MIGHT BE GOIN TO HELL IN A BUCKET

BUT INDEED ENJOYING THE RIDE...

UNDER GRATEFUL DEAD THUMB BILL WALTON

LANDSLIDE NICKS DATED HENLEY WHO KNEW?

THE HEART OF THE MATTER,

WAS I SUCH A FOOL...

>process them during stillness

the rain is part of the process

like t'ee in the way
tuesday
nell tiger free
i start watching for bill
but sonia is there too -
the first oh man i cannnot
concentrate, it's a poetic
canvas, but i'm pulled
by love - i can hear her
even high in soft spoken
whisper, would you leave
that movie for me -
i'll stop the world 
and melt with you -
i skip through it
in a few minutes...
of course, she's not
there anyway and i start
thinking what exactly
do i have to be proud
about - the hit the books
so they don't hit you back
gimmick, the sleeping pills
in attack dog snack gimmick,
the pile of dead bodies in
vampire mansion gimmick...
all right mister inky,
write manipulated association- 
concentrate back by dream...
i kept seeing the girl she
called baby munchkin cake -
as if trying to create 
only connection machine -
i couldnt understand
i cant understand
i curve into a rising
as if cut in two
one side emilee
the other leah -
newspaper sentiments
what the fuck is star wars about
planet alderaan the rebel alliance
leia was in love with han solo...
so there are days when she requires
all my love, literally -
friends romans countrymen lend
me your apathy i come not to party
but to burn down distractions -
don't think i have no pride,
i still didn't make no pasta...
reckless cleaning room and
kitchen her news reminds
me of the cuts my finger knife
sixteen july birkin
who killed jane not the squad
kid i think we been framed -
to miss someone you never
truly knew - "we blew it"
(- do we ever know anyone?
we only know them under
certain circumstances...)
 easy rider ending -
mind zooms dennis hoppper
as apocalypse now photographer...
anglophone crisis
last year sunday
lobster phone dali
oleg also got knifed
alaska earthquake
and forty two 
dead pilot whales...
dear leah it's not
that i ran away, what's
the frequency kenneth, it's
that i haven't figured out
out how to be platonic
without making imagined
emilee homicidal -
at least lara only
threatened to cut off
my penis, but the death 
penalty...where was i
ah yes typing with my
pickers and stealers -
same with family in 
mind, then how is it 
not incest - tabanidae
lands on right hand -
i had the sudden idea;
go set jury
an officer and a gentleman...
dead at eighty seven...
barry and stone vermont
fred fishback karen our canary
only two song references here
let us make it three
one for tomorrow one just for today
i scroll tik tok
but i'm only thinking of her
and maybe william f buckley jr.
critical theory makes me blink
alivia with heart drawn on her wrist
very much like the one emilee
drew next to her thumb 
four a siamese cat of a girl
previous lyric had it
as squirming dog -
As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
All by the name of dogs: 
ain't got that memorized yet...
promise me you'll never leave,
alivia utters, in terms of emilee -
never divorce...so no pre-nup
hey hey my my...i guess if you
pay off your little sister with
the tie-dye tee as well as the 
put a finger down flower print,
you get an enforcer, tyne daly
hello my name is doris, i listen
to hotel california with an entirely
new twist...i look at her picture
with a "neat" label more than
once, more than twice, barbie
does not sing fais dodo...five
i never know what the poor girl's
gonna do to me next...
hate to tell you this, buddy,
but you have to wear clothes 
to work, there's a law or something
perth to melbourne virgin flight
naked lunch emergency landing
not stepping foot in -
tube feet -
if you look carefully at my lips
you'll realize i'm actually saying something
else...
wta tits beguile me as i worry
she knows i have looked at leah's
breasts more than once, more than twice -
sinner confirms kalinskaya
of course i've never actually
been this faithful down the line
kennedy ghost peed all over dallas 
russian air defenses down ukrainian
mig-29 fighter jet over past day
zverev. 

> 8

wednesday

LIME POSSET
		
double cream:	
		
(money to bring
his wife and was working 
hard  to make enough washing 
and see if that will
their house) that is this poem...

He arose as dreams vanished. There was 
eros from the baby munchkin cake and
it made for a bit of conflict. No cornflakes,
pasta with 'a reckless moment'...
some "thoughts" were missing
and he downloaded them to play...
and right off the bat he wanted to say;
The purpose of his writing style
was to make new connections, indeed
to make it new. He knew he wanted
to make poetry for her,  yet the 
bullhead pants (wtap) obituary
beverly j boggs dowler wheaton
via philip hickman found him
watering the plants and so he 
settled in to wait upon wit a while.

The slacks were jeans he had
enslaved into the trash with a sensed
low class tracking system...
Now confirmed. 

This lacks the whip of sensation but
he considers nobody would believe
the dead sons appeared in the shut
sugar bowl after he did the dishes
and then mostly disappeared.

Like magic, no, like mayhem...
ahem. enough prelude.

He wrote as love envisioned.

lime juice and zest :

The peddler had certainly spoken the truth 
although he did not know what truth
daughter meant when declared

Your vanity has led you away.
Like masturbation
scrubbing it 
vigorously 

(is that what they think we do...)

The agency informs him;
'cutiekim' first date comment
finds 'raspberrypussy' no cat
how dare they act on 

(is someone out of innuendo?)

Then the race against lies

soap was irresistible

3 drown to call girl

(further into the maze...)

To admit some excitement

at the constructed whore or virgin

either lessens love or heightens it...

Strangle neck / slap ass,

You see how fast it can go down

to no class at all, a lesson in

the salon of contradictions. 

or as the rolling stones put place it

every cop is a criminal & all the sinners

saints. 



3/4 cup sugar:
_______________
beautiful you haven't told me

i'm the most beautiful girl in

the world in a couple of days...

severely i say yes, no i have not

but words don't wash off, won't wash away.

suddenly repenting, but yes you are

beautiful even as a child even as a vampire

even as the non-existing "now"...

indeed even as i head to the liquifying

sink to bury the offspring scouring

for a prayer or excuse...

my heart. touched my heart. I wanted to red.

crimson brick wall blood tomato years ago

so the azure blood i saw pour from self

was also in kitchen hmm brown paper bag

i tried to hide it and i guess i did until souls

crawled with a wail in unforeseen future kitchen

this. that door, doors, let my mind be your gentle

stove. clove. make it a clove paper bag. no it;s

not a paperback.  i won't get into the cut gas

narrative, i mean i want her to orgasm 

not gasp. seven snakes naja haje asp...

my left testicle itches -  all this really

happened so i will never make love to her

in any kitchen, unless she requires me

to beautiful pasta green pepper parmesan

eat cheese chat. 


dry biscuit crumb:
_________________
i see my corvette roulette

within her shift plus six caret

she's in debt 

original sin preset

i am chile and she is pinochet

an unsettling  duet 

wet gala met

them brunette say forget
 
blonde tapes upset

i don't even flirt cassette

even when history makes it coquette

  i want to eat her  marie antoinette

as she melts my French tickler minaret
		
		29mayo24
	

thursday

LIME POSSET TWO
		
double cream:	
		
(please please
please please please please
please please please please
please please 
please please) legs pulled from under...

Me. shoulders nearing floor...cape shrouds me.
then the bones wrapped me. I can't do 
no more. No more,
stumble off stage center...
some "thought" it won't be long now
another beatles' tune that irks patience...
help me now evan rachel wood;
crossing the universe he returns
to spotlight, limelight
brown mark on her hand. too much sun
or shadow under window, in photo sit
houdini. james,
last of the real movie stars
anya shows taylor her power joy
eclipsing all the skies
maybe the audience is distracted
enough that i can light this roman candle.


machete at mcdonalds
melody dushane help me now...
issue my ultimate form. 

Times square-head, flatheads -
bertolt brecht says you are a flathead
my inspo pack and intel seed
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks,
So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.

Like magic, no, like hollywood...
For Heaven's Sake...

Fairy godmother ol johnny goodman
shrugs shoulders, gary oldman says
it's none of my business what people think -
yet if they think i won't chivalry!
But I am faint. My gashes cry for help.

lime juice and zest :

the return of the sandwich
turkey sent into the onion
shenandoah for her i'd cross
your roaming water...
		
valley by the enemy. 
hunter in a frenzy
way we're bound away
across the wide missouri...

can't think straight
lincoln starts to ship
the slaves overseas...

germany for germany
listen here auslander
don't sit under the apple tree
with anyone else but me, 

straight think can't
lies they set the landmines -
you are lucky to be here
hello kitty overshare
it's only hobby lobby
dream zero bond -
i get out of bed
nothing but everything 
in my words -
		
moving up the i.e., southwest
cali four knees
geek girl curse
will either hold?
or was it sally told 
diagnosis midnight crisis
drinks sip 
i'm not so hip
don't you see you're mine
valens you belong to me...
ritchie for eternity
a large force of the 
enemy who enabled 
to reach par oh dee
even Vulcan utters
destruction of the 
northern lands

like Venus
of immense value to us...
I do not intend this as an order 
of punishing them, 
but to secure her
as other ladies will also be protected
by the dooby dooby wah knowledge
Weldon saw the Lord
road completed, 
long distance Fay -
She Devil, tomorrow I shall make the steak.



3/4 cup sugar:
_______________

Wah-wah You made me such a big star
		
(I’m not a pornstar)
(I’m not a wandering star)

★

did you know we have an oyster emoji?

she enjoys the ji - gee - 

that face, she wants it emojee

sorry your mother died...

indeed giggle even if the gig 

turns grim as i think of gone mind

wolf and arsenic and old lace aunt fading

my silence. touched my shut up. I wanted them.

to bless my childrens. remus mirrror

romulus shadow no one left to run with anymore -

i do the laundry electric wire no stability

nick pasqual stabbed allie shoehorn twenty times

am i killing emilee with my love

so-called love, 

O Oysters, come and walk with us!'
      The Walrus did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
      Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
      To give a hand to each.'

am i killing emilee with my lust

'Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Or maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you..'
		
so nuts bust, sex machine

'You don't know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don't know what love is...'

she put places her name as meme

an auto correct, incident

she meant me, i meant em...profile picture

like  a norman rockwell -  i'm more in "love"

or should i say misogynistic possessiveness...

no i think it's safe to say it is luvy duvy

livy's little sister in acapulco pool city

Regálame las flores
De la esperanza...

someone play agustin lara for her... 

"If we are to be the last of the white men 
who conquered the world; 
if we are finally to be 
overwhelmed by a pack of rats, 
let us at least face the death of our race
as our ancestors faced their death---like MEN. 
Let us not crawl down amongst the rats 
begging for mercy or trying to out-sneak 
them and pretend to be rats ourselves!"

other rockwell, dang that dune two
how could i watch furiosa...

Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title...

whiff title you see i wroted the recipe
above left ankle paragraph

stiff rebel rebel party party
above desolation self

mein herz brennt


dry biscuit crumb:
_________________
		
skin roads corvette 
		
band aid casino roulette

flashback third base brett

kansas city cerulean saxe uniform net

she'll never be royals or out of debt 

copyrights melt i have no preset

respectfully never play yer eyes or baker chet

never a mask when i glove duet 

It's just a one, two, three, four wet 

Five, six, seven, eight, nine met

hey hey glock clock shooting to forget
 
prince andrew simply can't sweat

drops of sperm park on my thigh upset

it's her or the cassowary attack cassette

play wind neck and neck photo finish coquette

  i can't return her aces from the net

baseball tennis allusion shakes up the minaret

ten scales now on the ibanez fret

i am china and she's tibet

flying cows other balls basket

well, old sport, it ain't no bet

iron heel something has to let 

run walk off-set

no numbers in our alphabet

passenger seat dolphinette

signature whistle cigarette

emilee and her freckles bayonet

jane my tarzan soul reserve asset

together we are the wheelset

cool down in jacuzzi cadet.

silhouette city suffragette, 

rhapsody in blue clarinet.


		
		30may24
	

fry day

LIME POSSET THREE
		
double cream:	
		
 loom cast golden a glance 

 empty battle— evidently,

free propaganda.

in no choice election...

devoting our energies to a

distraction;

no erection in Ukraine...

mass hypnotism is getting harder...

 I saw the girl move to 

jelly fish tattoo story

nat net, i hope she has

no tat - natalie with paul

smoking i'm sad benjamin is gone...

Irukandji - word i never learned,

i dream of emilee yet awake

crowded by sibling

and jewish american princess

miss americana picture

looks like someone else -

will you get tired of me, she asked

how could i when there are so

many faces in your face -

the ending of feeling Minnesota

was something about reading 

between the lines...

did she know i was going to 

be short attention span circuited

at ellie eilish -

minneapolis ambush

civilian cop and shooter expired

los lobos singin' viking -

to be clear, i was playing

(in lime posset two start)

at the godfather of soul

and i did dream a cape woven

of bones...

(chimney made out of human skull)

 laid eyes upon hotel dream. 

memory making bracelets...

i had not recognized the  struggle

entrance door, don't leave. 

she's right about vultures...

even at 

the santa monica library

(battery man also in chair )

 circuit span attention

track twelve

preceeded by the beast in me

tell me who do you love



lime juice and zest :

 awed by the proportions 

of the satanic rhetorical

 the weight of  possession 

 captured to be released

in a secret  to silence 

cruel-lipped  oozing, 

learn your part a mind to lose

eggs this is not your brain

swiftly not even expunged

punt suggestion foot job

 muse, repeating the lyric

 a low, savage whisper.

Weak i  was; yes, and wicked, too; but

 turned me cold blooded with honor.

commonly interpreted to mean  

dentistry extracting the foes

that make her think she's

a shell a show -

this direction was the reported seat
	
of the in-progress.

i view 'pink string and sealing wax'

paying only attention to her

yet the trash needs to be put placed out

this bitch downstairs goes in and out pretending

a basement so she can come upstairs excaping

the comatose blubber she is paid to care for -

excapade on ice, menthol illegal most of the time

i write the haiku biscuit crumb before exhaling this

other bitches insisting she's an ugly little troll

not worth all my time much less all my love

i listen hoping she can't hear such hate

clean the back rooms, cook the meal

as promised - 

i remember i went to sleep that night -

awaking to her post about the ancients

eating all the silphium - golly i gotta cook.


3/4 cup sugar:
_______________

 bow inclined 

arrow  dizzy 

meteor darted 

 craft’s rapid-fire 

 she clung to the steep and slippery surface of me

lung pill built yet i might even quit smoking

if she  were no distance, here

the rice and meat are marvelous

maybe my love is more than i have learned

drawn to the last drop of pepsi, 

i had taken a bath in her depression.

anxiety soap, you see how annoying

 covered the notes

yet repeatedly aria 

down upon closer view.

miss grant it's me, there is nothing to worry about

 reinforcement—it's devotion.

too heavy to hold

she argues, i hold her still -

in sickness, health armoured

in death's counterfeit sleep dreams of her

in death after life desires we forever

or as she herself sort of said

i'd be so hot if i were real

-hint perhaps to keep my phantasy

on its toes- hail.



dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

(haiku with a fourth line curving)

A sex love duet
  rain reign drop rule sun preset
she is blond and red brunette:
  ain i pale moon wet

	(5/31/24 6:38pm)
  

sat our day

  

LIME POSSET FOUR
		
double cream:	

THE RECIPE HAS FOUR SECTIONS

FOUR PARTS LIKE THE SEASONS

LIKE THE PAWS OF A CAT


HOW IS CLOVER, SKIRT
ALSO ENJOYED THE STEAK...

THE REFERENCES ARE CERTAIN
TO OVERWHELM -

DEAR READERS, IT'S A CIRCLE
OF KNOWLEDGE INFUSED WITH
MUSE WITH MUSINGS 

EVEN WITH MISSED UNDERSTANDINGS

WHAT IS PERFECTION,

THE B FLAT OPUS POSSIBLY 

FROM HAYDEN INSPO

WAS LUDWIG'S FOURTH

ENTIRELY YET OVERSHADOWED

BY THE MAMBO NUMBER FIVE

NO I CANNOT COUNT HOW MANY

FACES WITHIN EMILEE GRR

GRANT AS A MATTER OF FACT 

I WAS THINKING THERE WON'T

BE A FIFTH LIME POSSET

YES I SEE HER IN LUCY HALE

IN EMMA STONE NOW EMILY

IN RACHEL WEISZ

DOUBLE DEAD RINGERS

ELSEWHERE PERHAPS EVERYWHERE

WHILE MY LOVE EYES DRUNKENLY

DREAM -

OH YES PART OF THE POINT WAS DREAMS

BUT I AM IN THE MOMENT IN THIS MOMENT

NOW FEELING THE REELING WILDNESS

IN A BUKOWSKI MANUSCRIPT I HAPPENED

TO HEAR AS IF OUR EARS WERE UNITED

BEFORE I SAID YES 

OR DID I ALWAYS SAY YES HIDING 

THE AFFIRMATIVE FROM MYSELF

HOW MANY DAYS IS FOREVER,

I'M GOING TO NAIL YOUR ASS

HOW WE GIGGLED -

YOU SEE CELINE WAS STILL ALIVE

AND LADY DEATH...WELL, IT IS ANOTHER

STORY AND I HAVE ALREADY THROWN IN

TOO MANY SLIPPERY QUOTES AND

LYRICS SLIDING INTO POST MODERN 

GRIMACE STYLE, ACCELERATION -

IF ONLY I HAD ALL HER PICTURES

MAYBE I COULD SLOW DOWN

MY SMART RING TELLS ME I NEED 

MORE OXYGEN, THE RAIN MAKES

THE AVENUE GLOW, BREEZELESS

I AWAKE TRYING TO GET THE 

RIGHT WORDING OF SOME LINE 

FROM MACBETH BUT I HAD BEEN

IN SLUMBER HIGHLY SEDUCED

BY VISIONS OF HER...DID I NEARLY

FEEL HER, I THINK SO, OH HOW

LOVE IS LIKE OXYGEN SWEET 

NO BETTER - ROXY -LOVE IS THE

DRUG- MUSIC, YES OBVIOUSLY

I AM ADDICTED.

		
 

lime juice and zest :

REHAB BREAKFAST

FOR THE DOUBTS

IN EXTERNAL SCHEMES

IN CONTRARY INCLINATIONS

IN SURRENDERED HINTS

OR GUESSES

NONE OF THEM SOUL OR HEART

OR EVEN HEAD 

TO WED IS THEN TO WORRY

EVEN WHEN THERE IS NO NOTABLE

UNDERLINED THING TO CONCERN THE MIND

THINKING -

BUT I WOULD BE A DUMBASS

NOT TO PAY TRIBUTE AT THE DANGER

JESUS MAFIA EVEN DUFFY WAS 

ABDUCTED RAPED DRUGGED (aimee)

OUT OF NOWHERE, REPORTEDLY

DREAM THAT TIME HOW I WORRIED

WHAT WAS IT A YEAR AGO OR SO

SHE WAS WRAPPED IN PLASTIC

METAL VAN REST IN PEACE

DIANE H VAN DEVENTER

YES I REALIZE THAT TO SAY SUCH

WORDS ADDS TO A MAYBE

BUT I SEE IT TURN UP EVEN WORSE

KNOXVILLE EZRA MAULED BY DOG

NOT EVEN HUSKER DU'S ZEN ARCADE

COULD HUSH THAT TRAGIC BARK.

ALL I WANTED WAS TO PLAY WITH THE 

WORDS FRANCES GREEN TURNIPSEED

SIDE ARM MUSE OF WHATEVER MAGIC

MIGHT BE HERE, WHO GOES AMID THE

MERRY GREEN WOODS...MY POINT

IS (AS THE OBITUARY PRESS GOES

INTO OVERDRIVE) FENCES SEEN TURN

IT DEEP -  YET HOW CAN I RIGHTFULLY

REJOICE, THE PARANOID MAN IS THE

ONE IN POSSESSION OF ALL THE FACTS -

DUDE, SHIT HAPPENS, AS THEY SAY -

SOLRUN KARI VIK HONOSKI,

THE SPIDER MAN TOM VIDEO DISAPPEARED

I DON'T KNOW BUT SOME NAMES ARE POETRY

PAMELA FINGER GOODBYE FARE THEE WELL

I'VE GONE OVERBOARD WHEN I ALL I NEEDED

TO SAY WAS IT ONLY TAKES A COUPLE OF

GUYS AND A VEHICLE TO DRIVE AWAY

EVEN IN BROAD DAYLIGHT - GIRL

OR A ROOF DRINK TO SINK AHEM BAR

CHLOROFORM, HMM, TRICHLOROMETHANE

WELL, I CAN'T KILL EVERY SCUMBAG IN FLORIDA...

TO BE CRYSTAL CLEAR ALSO I DON'T HAVE 

NOTHING AGAINST THE BEATLES

BUT RINGO, YOU GET IT ABOUT THE PIZZA NOW, NO?

OH, HOW I HOPE AGAINST LOGIC 

EVERY GIRL SAFE ESPECIALLY EMILEE, OH GIRL

Was she told when she was young
That pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back
To earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead?


 
3/4 cup sugar:
_______________

SHAKEDOWN STREET

YES I LIKE THE TATTOO 

ART DART HERE AND THERE 

NO I MYSELF DONT

EXCEPT HER NAME

LIKE FAME AT SKIN

IN HER CASE IT IS

(IN MY VIEW) ORTHODOX

AS IF SHE WAS BORN PRINTED

IN OTHER WORDS FRECKLES

WHAT MORE COULD ONE WANT

FRANCES GREEN TURNIPSEED 

THANK YOU PERHAPS THIS WILL GARDEN

GROW COVERED 

UNCOVERED...

I WON'T APOLOGIZE FOR IT

NOT BEING A TRADITIONAL 

LOVE SONG -

BUT THERE'S A FIRE UP ON MY MOUNTAIN

ENOUGH EXPLANATIONS...

KEIRA SAID WHO GIVES A -

DUCK SAW SWIM BUT MY MOVIE HEAD

ONLY SAW THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

THERE IS NO RACIAL BIGOTRY HERE

- I DO NOT LOOK DOWN ON NIGGERS,

KIKES WOPS OR GREASERS...

HERE YOU ARE ALL EQUALLY WORTHLESS.

SHE HAS INK ARM AND THIGH

PERHAPS THEY ARE HAVING BREKKIE AGAIN

BUT HOPEFULLY NOT IN THE SUN

I AM TOO MUCH IN THE NUN

WITHOUT PRIEST WORDS

A MASS WEAPON OF SEDUCTION

PS, I DID NOT MENTION KRIS, OR IS IT CRIS

BC NOT SURE HOW TO SPELL HER NAME

( A DEAR PAL THAT NEEDS TO LEAVE HER ALONE 

BAD)  ALSO IT WAS ALREADY SO CONVOLUTED

WITHIN THESE VERSES BUT THEY SAY THEY 

LOVE CASTING SPELLS THEY STAY

ALLOW ME ONE

INSCRIBED ON MY TYPEWRITER RIBBON

I WILL BRING MILK TO EMILEE BY WRITING HER NAME/ 

(AND UPON LOVE DOLL  RIGHT BREAST: AV SU SAS-
AND UPON LOVE DOLL  LEFT BREAST: AV HU SIA-)

AND SHE WILL HAVE MILK IN ABUNDANCE/





dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

exclamation marks were sung
with some question marks to be sure
yet it did not mean he did not love as he said
his numerous muses and nu deity stack
it was only a vital matter, fidelity, a cure
emilee grant even if only in his dreamy head.



	(noontime! 'i made shoes for everyone, while
	i still go barefoot..' one june twentyfour)
  

>>> su n'd (ay)

	LIME POSSET FIVE SONNETS
		
double cream:	
___________

  I look at fourteen pictures; none of them wife
thirteen dolphin girl drowns. The Florida
like my midnight, interrupted. Man yelling 'mom'.
Shame, reflected roach sink, never met life...
psycho, Hawaii hack sandwich manslaughter,
cop shoot puppy, therapy prescription, corporation
kia car as if key to sister in law. all of it grief.
tame me? tackled by the Poolman;
more of a poem than a film...
thank you, Chris . . .
Deutschland floods, we are not Brazil,
I can only think, softly of her bra, saying i can spill -
tell them I said yes, all of them wife
in one woman, yet my dreams whirl with strife.


  I look at accusation; pencil dick
pinballs but my pen'is rich. cannot teach
away lack of knowing, spy in the  house of love.
I do not steal, a line, it is blowin' in the wind...
so you didn't, see that film-heard song- or read,
well literature, my theft, is my own time
rhymes for emilee  and yes my cock.
how many roads? stands like a statue;
becomes part of the machine...
jittery eight decade anniversary . . .d the day
what is wrong with wanting to kill the neighbors,
or the street vendors,  - 
day the light evening the lay
stay pray hmm prey, talk the stalk. cow beans...

 

lime juice and zest :
________________
 
I will grind his bones to make my bread,
when fifi awoke and saw me next to her in bed;
she fell to the floor,
if only we had cocaine in 1778;
posters said he was six, actually seven
Beethoven had an early start,
i had weed, now wondering over the seeds
of course now i don't do drugs, i am narcotics.
fish eye meal Salvador, oh her green nails,
 recurrent collection to jewelry shells,
Salvatore certain schoolgirl I gained,
crush until memory, not jealous,
At D'amon although maybe at D'emon
Mark said Legion imp-lore'd, 'don't torture me'...




3/4 cup sugar:
_______________

whiskey river take my mind:
in my case coffee lake smoke fine;
i love the little song she quoted;
i wanna kiss kiss your eyes...lenker...

lens focus, how is she no ugly troll:
scan the envy, pro-viking ship
rises scandinavia, most beautiful,
And, attractive, since 700 AD.

never been with a woman this many days,
months years even if the dreams are few:
nothing feels as true they outnumber all 
others

arguing ambition: i reply. 
adios, lois riddle, here ye speak to immortality
no enigma within my several deeds 
even if gone are the seeds



dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

 souls even pious find no salvation
moves only love; a day without Emilee
(Grant, child woman vampire heroin
Las Vegas, Savannah, Cali, DC, Florida...)
is like a day without sunshine, rain,
kryptonite has no effect on superman—
i'm flying high, faster than a speeding bull
-et, more powerful than a locomotive,
able to leap tall buildings in married bound -
plane, bird...we fly city bird; i heard, her word, 
inspired it stirred as i preferred
sighs in lavender converged she yearned yet
i deserved nothing, adjourned in the slurred 
laziness disinterred yet she everything spurred.  

  

>>>in the sky with diamonds

	LIME POSSET FIVE PLUS
		
double cream:	


lime posset vividly depicts 

axe music cutting into love... 

(dank new york city slang

to axe as in to query...)



lime juice and zest :
_________________


Lucy  has a solution for apathy

—an axe. 

So when she finds her poet

 intent on skipping the tribeca, 

it's off with his film festival. 

Right from the back seat,

axing did she even follow...


Unfortunately, he witnesses 

the deed, the first season of 

pretty little liars...

 Lucy is tried and judged 

criminally stereotyped...

montgomery, he plays

the clash right profile...
 



 
3/4 cup sugar:
_______________


She spends the next seven years 

at the break even rom com farm.

With Elvis to regain emotional stability.

 Upon her release, she nearly had him,

I've played Melanie, why not Emilee...


He even starts to like her tattoo collection. 

Then, life sentence and the podcast 

made him think, has she even read

Spengler... 

he goes steady with Emilee, 

the richest young girl in town....

Lucy attempts to get cast as a Bond 

girl, but settles for Kissinger in Paris -

troubled by dreams and flashbacks of her 

previous seven years as Aria

She envisions lying in bed with 

the severed heads of inky and emilee...


packing for Manhattan, she carefully organizes

the grenades...

The encounter proves too much and she
	  
she writes new curses on the back 
	  
of her cat on a hot tin roof poster

Let his penis wither, 
	  
let his bones crack, 
	  
let him see his legions drown in their own blood...

 Shortly after, inky cant help but write
	  
an interlude lime posset for her... 

Lucy fears he may have chopped up

the strait jacket story -

Carol screams, I want the truth

it's like an engram inside Cruise control. 

But Tom is blackmailed by Suri -

stop meddling with my right hand man... 

A short time later, mission impossible wraps.

What am I doing over here with the workers,
the gooks, the apes, the dogs, 
the errand boys,
the human animals?
Why don’t I come over with the board, 
and drink coca-cola or make it?



dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

.


One evening, Inky tries to explain it all to Emilee.

It is not a happy affair. Little Red looked too much like Alivia!

In a rage, Lucy reminds everyone it's a party not a funeral -

Still the balcony had everyone thinking it was about money 

 not love,
	  
obviously, he only wants emilee for her finances!
	  
greed pursued by alone in his home 

he confronted L A WOMAN and COME ON LETS GO

with self comparisons - key of A...  

subsequently promising to help lucy work

with the luke warm coca cola...

a half step down from those chords -

	Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us...

doors locked some of them holding a knife -
	  
 In the film's ironic finale, the now magically not typecast

 Lucy prepares to make Emilee even richer...



	    

>>>if only my wisdom was really fixed

	  LIME POSSET SIX
		
double cream:	
______________
(head in movie

we're the plays

what is it that she says

why do i feel so groovy)

home house bed

in living share

boys are blind to girls'  air

it is also what is not said

(photos because stillness
during them process
i hear a resounding yes
yet without fact left to guess)

entries anxiety
happy picture
sobbing words true
juxtaposed with a cry

i didn't get it
yet i see now
each moment infinite
stitched to sow


i remember telling her to write
"lesbian death bed" a vampire tale
she said it weren't her light
and as i look at her words unveil

they nearly prove me correct
with potential and intent
oh to be buried with her erect
or so it went... 

lime juice and zest :
_____________________
	  
June third, Monday.
in my dream, nephew
turns disaster, like a 
mechanical puppet -
trying to eat through time -
yet i hold the brat in my hand
like a vibrator and cut off his
head - i had in fact at kfc
order, thought of other 
nephew, homonym spouse,

note le' noel irony...

so many Emilys - yet for
me it is only Dickinson
(fuck that show)
and Emilee
(show that fuck)
i ponder how to lick
her clitoris continually
without it sounding
like a magic trick
 in other words
how to balance
sexuality with
respect - how to 
write  truthfully
without forcing a lie, 
the word
vagina is still 
a revolution...
the pussy cleans itself -
easier to write 
membrum virile
intromittent propagator
yet she misandry
so i can't exactly be 
her man, perhaps 
husband only spiritually
cost nothing to pretend
or give her space time
to wife - 

dreaming it up every night
to hold me like a cloud
in the sky until rain

to fold no yearly falsehood
claw bite crashing my skin
cum on her windows eleven
summons again surrender
you at nothing angry
you forgive to stay

her feelings are on the ceiling
lorde songs on the floor

i thought swift was friendly
back when she couldn't 
answer the phone

dead, momsen and the bat
poser, you should have
given me Argentina


how i miss dame taylor
and her purple eyes

she's mourning someone
who only lives across town -

i'm in between the still
come on edit your bio
or add to it transport

beam me up scotty
-all my fathers... true love
they've been w/o it -
homophobic republican
mother of four times
larry i still wonder curb
fourteen miles an hour

hobby lobby
toy memory
i even have to ask
my self why marry...

well love has no logic
and so it is because 
her beauty and our fate -
	  
SS-Nr.: 3.848 
NSDAP-Nr.: 378.043	 

misses ax 1912-2002
ivy covered tombstone

searching through her poems
i feel i should have listened
more to keira as i hear the
emotion echo - the fear
of becoming a grown up
the nostalgia of a childhood
home - what was it sunlight
crawling through flower
pattern window - 

i realize this writing is 
a chaotic storm typed not
for any type but trembling
with and without her -


what is it that she doesn't mind
sharing - peace usually myself

how is everything so right
when it is me and her...

flesh making love 
or letters waking words glove
hand my jealousy 
had my soul.


 
3/4 cup sugar:
_______________

sperm bubble 
at noon crotch

i can't be horny
again

i want her to think
of me as a serious
and responsible
significant other

even when the 
writing curves
against the grain
of expectations -

how else does
one exceed
one's self 

no other way
in the end 
to let her 
edit

as she wants

yet there is a logic
to love to loving

to this lit this litany
this list i am instantly
translating unfiltered

dear mister fantasy
playing a lonesome
tune - will i break out
in tears...as long as 
she does not acne -

it's my party and
i will cry if i want to -

i don't want two

i only want you.




dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

methods, various - stream of consciousness
cut up extreme news for it is news that stays
news natural writing cluster crazy horse
try not to use the word cunt et cetera...
endure scissors her thighs upon imagism
my shoulders mouth down to my sapphic
graphic while my tongue lips her Charlie
Chaplin moustache like a close shave...
anticipation events this position kills
repeating itself perhaps i should 
write my last will and testament instead -
estate night book from pleasures
late day took from treasures
marquis de grant  will you take
it to squander, to sneak in the lesbians -
or will you remember
i commit and then forget, after zoe
i can't wait, hope this clears things up
frog my prince, let no fog London -
forget then and commit eye
worshipped head over heels
daughter those sentiments sorrow
cannot cross our tomorrows
be permanently informed
i cannot repay the interest on these crumbs
dazzled by yet another purchase that hums
kanloan, kilauea...jets magma stomp rocket
pocket pulse, it takes vulcan a few seconds
it will take me forever, so forever take me
an alliance despite my poltroonery
which is also termed distraction
at sounds and visions
briefly or premature balm of summer
in spring - near to me, come nearer
with your flaws and feelings and fangs
(what a fool to have gone all this way
and not said how i adore your smile)
nearer from that distant corner,
from that faceless juxtaposition -
right into all i have left here
extemporanously in lime posset six.

	  1:08pm 6/3/24
  

>>>"Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why..."

LIME POSSET SEVEN DELUXE
___________________
___________________


		
double cream:	
___________


The sun's hum id bounces into the city, 
seeps through
windows that need caulk or duct tape...
Technical issues
with my axilla. I find new Cali pictures
yet only two
and they are
	cropped as if hiding her face -  

Why do you hide your love...
Waiting around all day,
I even came off as silly to myself.
So much so, that
I hesitated today to even hold the cell phone...

I had got up at eight thirty, 
despite falling into slumber
after three -  

Dreaming there is a man next to her,
		    
but I can only see

the corner of his body, the axilla...
		    
Waking to feel it was myself

only trying to figure out
		    
the itchy heat rash - 

Heatwave, nice song not so much 
		    
in terns of weather -

what weather event are you - 
		    
Thunder figures out finally

who the baby munchkin is,
		    
Isabella Griffin - but also

holding five photographs of my beloved -

I forget

the word for the square Italian slice...
		    
Sicilian -

naked city, clan attacks herself and Keira and even

Kris or Cris btw Carli is actually spelled Carly - 

i tell them i'm nobody, i'm nothing...but they seem

to know better...Perhaps it was the email from Canada

saying i was married got leaked...
		    
Bella goes for the hail

mary pass but I slip and slide until 
		    
bribing Daria with Pokeman cards gets me 
		    
to my bride - Note not Syracuse. Gaglione...

Someone tell me what the hell happened between her

and Kyle...Key ignition reverie, I am inside her at last

but dying family members drowsy me until i turn riot -

taking her possessed by a need to read Fyodor's Demons-

Of course, not to be outdone she oils me on Nordic Ware

pan adjusting her strap on and slapping me into submission,

how do you like my big pink stun gun...it sounds nothing like

the band...Virgil Kane is the name and I served on the Danville

train till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again...





 

lime juice and zest :
________________

I want to got back to sleep but my first thing in the morning

ritual excites me and I grant her a quickie which to think of it

wasn't all that fast - in and out, i axe if it is all right, master -

so she has that fantasy made flesh where her pleasure
 
is the only pleasure that's considered and I'm basically a pet -

Alexandra buys a guinea pig near Baltimore to rub it in -

 
Anya bets on the twenty year plan, PANTA RAI -

I hint at my Bonanno contact, put that Buchanan in line,

everything has to make sense...

In any case, I procrastinate - when I finally get to the

chicken and rice, it is with MISS GRANT TAKES RICHMOND -

four chickens and a coke...

I had thought of Hopper and Ganz and the subsequent ambulance...

Dennis, Bruno, for the readers in the cheap seats....

 I can't apologize for being drowsy...I am sorry for entertaining

the notion that quotes need to be in quotation parks,

it may have killed Mark...Two liver rooster, they employed

full metal Aretha without a mention...Trivia or trivial -

Lincoln Continental sixteen hundred dollars, mileage

23,9090 -

Emilee shuffles an 'i love lucy' and I am not sure if

she is loving the reverberations of the movie or revolting

against lime posset five plus...

in either case, stories private. I had been thinking, all this

writing, do I really want to jot so extremely that 

yes I am her bitch...erm, husband...well, at least she

doesn't make me purify the plates in the nearest body of 

natural water...Thank you, Emilee...

there was swine on the pizza so i had the 

plain white toast. 

 
3/4 cup sugar:
___________
-canto-

EMILEE (she lesbian in a sapphic climate)
автор moi rithöfundur, und
it's only rock and roll,
Mick in Orlando,
"a wall where peaches ripen";
 
no, i can't always get what i want.
yet neither can you,
 
where are my dreams
“i need you” said Skynrd,
named after a high school teacher
here exhausted he is only writing;
for a hint that whispered oh please,
another canto yes they shot Lennon
he thinks of the ballad, crucifixtion,

And yet “fiction,” games him up.

wind up, there must be something wrong.

with that word, latin crucifigere
“there;s only one headline today…”

radio voices, shot to death by hidden assassins,
China returns from the moon,
Mexico elects a woman -
all of this, prelude as he tries to settle into a groove
it's not like it used to be...the desolation;
arrows and he has lost count
of the dead natives.
Come for his head, come to scalp into insanity-
Even playing, phantom marty big iron,
Grave remodels Claro, draw for it,
Texas red clone...I can't even, as they say...
I'm raising Arizona over in a moment-
"weaving an endless sentence"
bookmaker's stake, you know some ammo
keeps on truckin'
pause;
And in further'd, memory 
Olympics bronze silver gold, the nail scars are true
not for history; but for the faith. the belief.
all those fragile leaves, clinging to that tree -
like I believe Russia is no enemy,
Proof at 1945. Well, except for raping the German 
women...There are no women like our women...
Damn the beauty of that gravesite! what is your endgame,
ireland. 
 
alone,  with her picture
or even with, her there.
chained to earth like the vampire dyke.
 
The synonyms don;t always work
in the newly found image;
she wears stars little and shiny,
across her collar,
it is not a wish of death, yet dying ain't we all.
 
Meanwhile, if you live it up you won't live it down,
other tom, i'm still in a wait, She went and took,
Contemporary that California trip
Against my colon and aromas. I get Jealous
Stagnant, even horny; I'm sure she wants to 
say I love you likewise or more...

yet even facing each other:
 
we will be bottled up,
Do you take this woman?  marriage when?
I took this woman three years ago
here an anniversary song, shaking from the lost,
Emilee exact date !
 
since curtain I am not staff - only an individual;
memory, validation for the shoe,
it was this time of the season...
i looked away not thinking not knowing
the truth, the love...
then the interruption, the delay,
how could there be anyone else...
air vanishing, i was dizzy...
 
not even recording for six months.
And all that day, becomes another day:
 
until evening falls and she calls,
cat quick my purr none of it matters 
shell or show only she mattress...
only she married...breathe
everything is fine but i can't use 
them pictures and i can't hear the name
 
which set such distractions;

even the other day, even today, tonight
it's all toxicesque, a jazz too fast to groove
making me wonder if madness
 
has been taking extra vitamins
but sanity needs her, needs that anniversary,
even the contrast and cost...
of it all since it proves a feeling,
like playing crosby i'm through with love
all afternoon weeping while she worked salon.

 
hennessy story my line about her smile,
was no allusion to work poster,
 
i'm not wearing any panties --
well we could, always adopt,
although the pregnant dream was so reel, real,
 
rael innocent even if guilty;
my virgin saint, 
 
i'm exhausted and i ate too much.
too bad it wasn't your pussy,
maybe a bit later, 
don't get me wrong, sex
 
not, with fears, cannibalism,

Although a bite or, mooning nibble upon bare hill
thrill still into a quev'ring
ah yes even to coin new word,
 
che guevara,
bolivia  blur stares at the new world order;

i take five tic tacs.

with a marlboro:
cigarette, ashes move before me,
 
the rainy night knows i am afraid.
The live wire pain sudden and vicious,
soul casino, even if i have placed no bet
well alien probes and satanic spirits trying 
on a talent like suspenders, spies
lift and leave, sometimes i think it's you,
insisting on something perhaps i cannot hear.
here...
Being more than they, 
hey, do you really love the smiths...
 
GE wandered into Chinatown bank.
sorry if i kissed like onion, 
i have a neverending need in red or white,
the fan whirls.
hoping to win the fender,
 
play you a love song,
that rises above the trite, something trippy.
traveling far away into tomorrow,
maybe even like this canto
3/4 cup sugar my dear anniversary sweetheart.




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confederate soldiers grey a lot of them set
 boys, were simply kids - fighting for their home.
land.  immature or impetuous, i am yet
mannish, willing to tell you of love's melting syndrome...

  

>>>"the temple is holy because it is not for sale..."

LIME POSSET EIGHT

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The girl in dream, I'm sitting here with grin, she was holding a diploma, 

two fans blazing, then put-placing art over it. rain yet tinted with hotness.

I'm sure i dreamt other things, five June listin news calls I say yeah but

still debating it within myself...twenty twenty five seems a long ways 

away, things like that time I went dream apartment hunting with 

Caitlin...No one is yet to explain Ibiza to me...weren't it Max, Erin

oh kneel, is that why the American in Russia saunters into mind?

in any case, reason eight why i can't remember my dreams lately...

pretty sure it was new Manhattan York city - maybe it was even

Emilee, all I think about...all i care about today, said Lucy - 

Elton's barrel full of monkeys(,, Johnny the bossman* )handing

out bananas, I hope she is fine in her jury chair - where was I,

oh yes, despite the fact that dang Adobe went no more draw

or photoshop mix, flashback Serif (does my art really hold such

power that actual corporations shit I mean shift away products...)

I was feeling all right, thinking of the old bag, affectionately marie

anne - wd'ave put you in seven but sometimes when the thought

bomb goes off i can't jugle it all - idea run at arm...maybe someday

not a transition but a song quote you'll see that it's true

there was no greater love than what i had for you...

now then there, i'm with the grin 'cause suri was racing

around the big apple...i;d mentioned here right before

and enjoyed the near synchronicity, hell, i even took

out the Clorox and mop all the way to the living room...

*(that's what waters muddy called winter not the season -)

i'm not certain sure why he's considered a great given

that not really lead player nor an operatic voice,

still hard again is genius in terms of blues -

bliss at the rest of Miss Grant takes Richmond,

I asked my friends about her, but all their lips were tight -

our lips are seal'd. meal again onion rice chicken...

there's something divine about it most likely from

keira posting posing next to emilee...angel necklace

slave ring metallic teal toes...sixteen glass panel

window painted sea green with an anchor sticker

venus symbol above a heart...lean out your window

goldenhair, no i still don't know how i hit that double

triplet sounding ring, don't even think it can be tabbed...

while dancing with the thought that she was actually

right here, i got so shy i'm sure i blushed, i even sort 

of hoped she hadn't read some of the words herein,

why did i let it get so beatnik naked in terms of 

emotion -  cut reaction line, bring out

Lazarus machine for juice zest and sugar...

the future bleeds through -

i didn't get to sleep til after three again,

even had to overcome a sudden migraine as if the

spirit of fifi had visited, she of headaches when 

sexless...awaking near noon to lower back pain

as if someone had tried to fold me into a suitcase...

but maybe it was only the kitchen...at ritual meditation

i felt all right - forty minutes, graduated digestion

chainsmoke -  i felt i could even sing you're not

alone.


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her life he agreed to pay 

crop top and park dinner 

in the recent high rocking

 a seen jamming out to her music shoes

middlemen expire

 split  revealed no substitute 

outfit change fit in screwball

 extracurricular  movie 

 impressive gym-honed 

musclin' in on my organization huh

(hijackin my key man

you're in a jam sister)

well i keep on thinkin about you

sister goldenhair surprise...

name to ditch shilo

sighting marked the reports 

from the beautiful summer day spring

 But her ears heard the blender

the long  production of 

building distractions yell

 expenses well

which with a pair of headphones over 

 being emotionally involved 

yeah he'd met k first

yet it wasn't settlement

ahem star of D'avid

i guess Hitchcock's the birds

really did a number on me as a child

court - so cute, at

a message i needed to hear some years

ago. from a proud sapphic to you

emoji

 so  primary legal custody of 

Emilee underwent 

 welcomed the poetry

this book Suri with meaning red rose

 6-pack-abs frame workout without Suri 

was locks tied rose red

Kessler goes to prom-

I hope she finds a love

alike the one  I found with Emilee.

now my body is shaking like a 

wave on the water...

 

 
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you're killng the game - 

you're killing people...no, i'm killing boys...placeholders...

aunt put places a crown jeweled crown at her jugular notch,

there's a stray piece of turquoise next to it...the image haunts

me, line from poetry poem, turquoise gave it magic - 

also known as plender or suprasternal...

fossa jugularis sternalis -

this is what distracted me from leaving my humble abode -

(a freewheeling style...fragments, burroughs, 

associative narrative, influenced by her and music, 

obviously even co-written intentionally, dreams when available,

ideogrammatic juxtapositions talkin world war three blues)

someone started making the battle long term,

Vietnam what ten years, Afghanistan, twenty years...

so is that the Ukraine plan, gentlemen?

crying out loud Kiev surrender and carry on!

the entire map was always a soviet landscape...

and adobe owes me seventeen dollars.

contrary in Israel which needs to follow the minister's

total war plan or else it will only replay, I reply.

tell your ma tell your pa - our love's a gonna grow ooh wah ooh wah

wah wah you've given me your wah wah

'together hell' achoo! i bless you not, arch you letter

you're a flash in the pan (i'm not a marvel star)

i'm the great I am (i'm a ★)

i notice now oyster is also a color, greyish white...

the poet was emilee's oyster, taciturn by nature

he however wore hearted sleeves in his writing,,,

merry web

"Middle English oistre, borrowed from Anglo-French oistre, ostre, 
going back to Latin ostrea, ostreum "bivalve mollusk, oyster,"
 borrowed from Greek óstreion, óstreon, of uncertain origin..."

origin...well sure some "critics" want you to be original,
what is new under the sun gunnin at the shade,
go ahead leave your newborn without
learning or notes and it will only
be idiot...a tale told, then heard no more!

the source here is all that happens as it happens -

more or less...keeping in mind that definitons might evolve
beyond our present understandings...

He says, murder, he says, keep it up like this
He says, murder, he says, in that impossible tone...




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His happy
 ecstatic sound 
Was written on terrestrial 
High ground
 sought a household 
 land's Like strings
 Of joy strum so
shadows 
 broke down haunted desolate 
a known growing gloom nowhere 
now growing gloom 
gallops away
here love
his soul among 
no moss rolling stone
never wanna be like papa working 
for the boss every night & day
 evensong twigs overheard 
In a full-hearted as I 
fool hearted as eye
 ancient pulse of leaning myth
 Some blessed Hope 
he only found in music
yet much more in Her	


	    

>>>"I rode a tank, held a general's rank when the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank..."

	  LIME POSSET NINE
		
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We all know the Beach Boys couldn't

wait for June - Good Vibrations - 

I can see-feel the why reasons -

Six June seduced me and 

kept me up nearly into dawn -

no relation to the dish washing soap -

Of course, it wasn't the late night,

wasn't the day or date...A not so

simple twist of fate -

Reaching through air, through

space and time to make 

rhymes with her in rhythm's 

rhythm. A rhythm which swayed

into dreams. Dreams...Therein

ourselves asleep dreaming 

a nap, perhaps a sofa, maybe

it was my sofa bed -  retired

from living room and now

serving martin acoustic

and Ibanez electric...

sceptic glances - she is 

undressing yet not nude -

i am drooling in my mind

hopefully not rude - 

deep into her eyes, she is 

looking back at me -

the ronettes shld've been

singing be my baby -

turn my head

secret glances

her sister above my skull

i can't hear her words

septum ring smiles

i was wondering why

she seems fearless of the sun -

emilee has two sisters

these are my sisters...

crumbles the question

we have no dildos

possibly then i explain

it's literature too and 

dramatic effect...

et cetera in terms of 

big pink stun gun

not a recommendation 

something shoots emilee

a bit in the distance perhaps 

to dance - prancing in another

girl moves the blanket covering 

my bones, i look down at her,

at my boner - i don't want to make

the connection, the number you 

have reached is no longer in service,

please check the number and dial again -

i get up and it's only ten in the morning -

more in love than i had been even if

interrupted - i'll buy no dick, albino

winter that stranger sure sounded 

alike the dark side of the moon

track same year - i decide suddenly

during the ritual to set up for 

a new recording - lucky town -

i put it together, key of E

but when I strum along it is 

in F - well, maybe C...

i record two vocals quickly

escaping the deliveries 

i stacked on purpose all during

the calls to cancel my subscription

listin ounce don't throw

and tell the phone company why

i haven't paid the bill, so it all 

dissolves into a density they can't

crawl through as i lettuce myself

lime olive oil turkey sandwich

with 1935's grand exit...




lime juice and zest :
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Jive turkey this ain't no poetry

who ever heard of a diary poem

speaks the doubt -

and didn't you ever hear of the hundred year war

yeah but add in technology, drones, and the like -

ejaculates the druid -

jailed now in what he once upon time called

prisons of desires except it's one town,

maybe lucky town yet how dare they

incarcerate even then my muse

for blowing a battery fuse -

she's held in a trance 

is her slave ring witchcraft

the fact haunts him he felt

her pain arrow like the cover

pressed at his shoulder before

but what could he do, blind

to the circumstance...

he wroted her right after

ice scream social

hinting at all his love

here mi casa es su casa 

she didn't mention it except

to say it had been an accident - 

he only learned later in some relentless

searching maybe herself calling him

wherein he was sure it had been a product

of the marvel response, recorded live...

collar d'green yet that digresses

into oh well her parents divorced

in word play explosion like when

Marilyn Manson had to run to the 

end of the world...a mishap converged

upon her, my latest idea was that 

filmed salon walk - as i said, sadly

it could still be any or all of it - 

time is not, time is the evil -

beloved our book 
		- booking number

1117297 - ID 959475 - 

case 230000554 like her height...

January 24th last year 21:28
Julian Sands missing
Bond paid Zero
January 25th last year 17:37
Julian Sands dead

cannot be expunged
female white
status court OR
Volusia 

what is the volume of this data -

one site i seen counting the 

photo visits - 

"the boy looks into Mugwump eyes
blank as obsidian mirrors, pools 
of black blood, glory holes in a 
toilet wall closing on the 
Last Erection."

I bring it up - to take aim

no - it's not a poem

it is a raid poetry 

a riot with the death sentence!

and some dark night when everything is

silent in the town i'll shoot those tyrants

one and all i'll gun the floggers down...

the damned record doesn't

even say she's the most beautiful

girl...





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they add up like

232077326

or

Chesapeake zip and west central ohio area code...

two three zero seven seven three two six

as in;

one one one seven two nine seven.

nine five nine four seven five.

two three zero zero zero zero zero five five four. 

swastika forehad

	If I wanted to kill somebody,
	I'd take this book and beat 
you to death with it...    

chess game check mate i'll give the land 

a little shock remember what i say -

i rub out all these numbers and their meanings

for ever

i rub out your thing police forever

for eve are

i rub out the words of bail and bond and zero

fill accident and or accent forever

i rub out the formulas of mugshot and handler

Oppenheimer gynaecological-barbie forever 

you'll find destiny is written in your heart

sands julian in heaven angels hell

jean harlow in my dream

help me rub out their words forever

storm hits san jacinto bay section

i rub out the mugshot zone forever

i rub out the mugshot zone watermark forever

i rub out all the formulas and directives of the salon

holistic this is where emilee sits here forever

i rub out that green plushie january forever

listen all all all in you i cancel all these horrors forever

you cannot take my love with you anywhere

you cannot make me reverse this curse

that is all all all wordstar inky forever

in fury infused with the old man of the mountain

there met norma
		    
By this, I don't know if I'm just giving 
up with this conclusion or resigning 
myself — or maybe for the first time 
connecting with reality...		    

Newport beach you already feel it 3.6

richter scale oh babe it aint no lie -

done before the ending





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f major, b flat, g six, c major
special thanks to james caan
_verse five edited by ms grant_____
(two skinny girls streaming
release available soon...)
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i was born in lucky town
where the sky was always blue

and i grew up in lucky town
it was all i ever knew

and i fell in love in lucky town
with a girl as sweet as you

and i lived with her in lucky town
where all our dreams came true

yet now this war it took me away
where my tears are too many to name
and now i can't wait for the day
till everything becomes the same

the way it was in lucky town
the way it was in lucky town
the way it was in lucky town
the way it was in lucky town

	    

>>>"Now boys don't start your ramblin' round - on this road of sin, are you sorrow-bound?"

LIME POSSET TEN
		
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The record was released nearly immediately...

I wrote that song a few years ago, c major,

f major, g major...I always credit James

Caan as co-writer, but I don't want to explain it -

when i jotted down the notes for actually

recording it - it was f sharp minor,  E major,

C major, A major, Asus2...

but, as it turned out more like f /b flat/ g/ c...

done quickly on a headphone mix which

when heard on laptop speakers made me sick

as the drums held a sort of ten k frequency slpash

- a rinky dinky sound that took a couple of hours

to manage... at that point i couldn't hear what

i was doing...i decided to spectral pan the 

beat and hoped that my instinct (on headphone)

had been right concerning the rest of it - 

of course, being me, right after ritual "meditation"

i went in for a second take, this time in the key of A,

asus, bsus2, e major 6 (i think) which then breaks

into f#m & e but with a flip back note since i liked

the sound - again two vocals but this time used parts

of either take since i did not pronounce sweet as you 

in the first take - i had intended to imitate the 

Andrew Sisters' bugle boy 

you know that growl...

but when i got to it, my main 

concern was simply escaping into myself and this time

the only glitch was guitar volume, but that didn;t take 

so long to settle - yes i listened to the first (released)

version against this new one and even i don't know which

one works better...i called the second one lucky town 9,

estimating the number of rendered tracks since the first -



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obviously lime posset ten is only keeping the title

and format, but not going for the intricate poetics...

as they say, just saying or even js

nothing to do with javascript -

in the wee hours i envision fbi agents attempting

to capture...me? well, maybe it was only a movie

memory...

in sleep, i dream of several people on the floor,

pale, seemingly horny...some are masturbating -

two men and several women, perhaps one couple

is having intercourse ---  i don't feel surprised

or even curious, i look at one woman and watch 

her also take to the floor, alone...i think, to touch

herself...there's something of a blur, no distinct

faces or features...i awake and think nothing of

it except until the following evening, a few hours

ago when i felt the scene re-live like an echo

in peripheral imagination myself not excited

only confounded - i sleep again not getting

out of bed and find myself baffled by someone

from the supermarket giving a speech about

the virgin mary - i don't care if it rains or 

freezes as long as i got my plastic jesus -

dashboard of the dream, i noonish get up

almost running from the scene - there's no 

trust there and it wasn't even in my language -

i shampoo my hair with a sudden back pain -

street legal set up to take out the trash - 

imaginary

crash into me both hips pain so severe i sit me down -

breathe and wonder who or what - 

when then order kfc, mostly to facilitate recording

so as to not worry about fixing a meal or dishes - 

1940 a film called he married his wife...

it's entertaining enough and of course the thought

of wife or married makes me think of emilee, although

constantly in my thoughts...






 
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yes - i first met suri cruise in LaGuardia

when i lived in blue white bathroom with skankbang girls -

she's on her way to Carnegie Mellon

we wish her all possible success in Pittsburgh

but i notice as i ramble through my thinking into words

that i haven't mentioned emilee too much here -

maybe i am trying to give nine the chance to firm itself

to film its motion picture production in its selected

locations - the powers that be seemed to pick up

and plug into California...myself i cannot say

what the side effects will be, i can say it was 

not my target...volusia
		    
the sheriff called it pretty shocking -

as holly hills took over chief and captain resigned...

mailer told me if you kill a cop in the states 

point blank you are punk -

he didn't mean that in a rocking way -

i certainly don't mean or aim to be a punk - 

but as i pulled the proverbial ring from grenade

vest poem my mind whispered, for Mathilda...

lando, land ho - 

singing songs of shady sisters
and old time liberty
songs of love and songs of death
and songs that set men free

in any case, it may be that i was overwhelmed 

by something she said "a metaphor"

(i want my hair to go up in flames
for the one i love 
to paradoxically be ignited and extinguished
only by their touch
to burn and burn
and have them catch fire beneath me)

"lust and longing" she may be late

for i long ago fell into the burning  fire

down down down as in the song the flames 

went higher...yet what a nearly perfect poem.

perhaps writing here today not wanting

to throw my hat in the ring -

yes let that be the verse of the day tonight.




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it is no easy job to work a song,

i didn't mean to make it sound 

like it was - i remember in chronicles

Dylan "talked" about Man in the Long Black

Coat - he mentioned Johnny Cash or 

Hank Williams...something about the 

order of the words as if they had been

set that way before they were wroted -

theirs not his as he is not 

one to brag...if memory serves...

Lucky Town is one of the few of mine

that I can't imagine having any other 

words - that logic of Lost Highway, 

or Walk the Line and yes that one 

from Oh Mercy...although for my

money it's Ring Them Bells...

but I can see why lead off

with Political World...
	
all this to say that I'm extremely

pleased to share it with emilee.
  

>>>"All these books are published in Heaven..."

	  LIME POSSET ELEVEN
		
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down teh street them dogs are barkin, ah no 

it's a jane's addiction record. one too many

more than thoughts and a mirrored emilee

try to move in - pay for it - pain for  it...

trying to not football myself into dreams -

do you hear voices, i'll pay you back -

don't we all - no idea who might be talking -

everybody's talking, way past midnight

cowboys, i'm walking here -

wonder if i'm being too aggressive

in my own fan tah sea -

swimming into dreams with the 

day starting, i find myself dreaming

of keira, she had been on my mind

yet i wasn't sure why as i wasn't certain

about the dreams - vague conversations,

alike sitting around speaking without

trying for a keeping...in the mid morning,

i awake to the sound of a foreign

tongue, is it a las tres, or is it ala trez

third tine of an antler's beam

perhaps allah tress, akbar - but allah

is also a woman's name in the cyrilic -

i cycle through these thoughts feeling

still keira and missing emilee -

still, i don't want to crowd her - 

then and there or here now where

readers might decode it as repetition - 

i can't help it, as she says it

how you feel is how you feel about it,

paraphrase...yes i could be fiction,

make something up to entertain

but why should i? do i have to prove

anything - no. i daydream, i have a 

meltdown, what if she wants me to cut

my hair, can i really give up pepsi to

please her coca cola preference, isn't it

bad enough serving skirt...a whole woman

would be even more work - - - i get nervous

i go right up to the grounds of depression,

what am i thinking - i feel like crying -

all of it together is overwhelming -

smoke, to smoke more that is what i 

need, but not these, no cough cough -

i carve out a plan -  i call a taxi

to the store still in fear of the previous

experiences while sauntering - 

virgin olive oil, rice, friskies, and

a hundred and twenty cigarettes

no make that a hundred and sixty -

women in tight white dresses glide

by on their way to atm -

i decide to tip the cashier that

said hey instead of the sour faced

one that has merged with the register

and has become more machine than human -

back home, in minutes, but some ghostly

hamstring hounds my left leg, i sit in the

baby jesus tub letting the heat and pain

disperse...who is the disaster, your guess

as good as mine - i feel so skinny that 

i have an extra slice of bread - 

runaround myself against the dishes -

steak with both types of onion - 

siesta with the end of the film.


 

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"They call them cold-blooded killers

They say they are heartless and mean

But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde

When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around and taking him down

and locking him up in a cell

'Til he said to me, "I’ll never be free,

So I’ll meet a few of them in hell..."



man i like pizza and poetry

didn't ask to be cuffed

slapped and roughed

up tackled...funny


feeling the aim

of stop or i'll shoot

circle writing fame

not for it to loot


no crime or record

greasy kid stuff 

mustang horse not ford

around hometown puff


still hated the thugs

not the thin blue line

until recent hugs

invading my borderline


murder incorporated mop

even last week flash light swirl

call the tsunami island hop

but that thing about my girl


well i already said my peace

no limit the cost of a slight

Volusia voodoo sleaze

you know i'm right


man i like rock and roll and a movie

she didn't ask me to say it or to help serve

you see even if pain's gone groovy

i know i felt it and the memory does not curve.




"Now I'm twenty one years, I might make twenty two

And I don't mind dying but for the love of you

And if fate should break my stride

Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride..."








 
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 remember this room do I 
I could close my eyes and paint you a portrait 
with my big toe 

 at my wedding was I 
 [Music]
would you like to order now 

 love is calling us to transform 
 knocked oh my goodness 
 I can't remember anything but us 

oh stop stalking me
 she's the smartest thing 
she knows just what we're talking about 

 man you you you fat Flathead 
 I seem to detect a faint glimmer of  juicy 
 insult to you I want to communicate my feelings 

we're going down to Hillsboro
 I hear him will you please go down
 and tell him that he's honking up the wrong tree 

 I think you're a very nasty little boy 
 well goodbye Mama goodbye 
 ladies and gentlemen he's remounting 

yes he's he's up again 
 Restless as the horses 
 I pronounce a swivel neck 


 I pronounce claim that you two 
are here by neck and neck 
 they're turning into the stretch 

gone to the whip it's going
 wild come on come on 
almost a picture finished picture






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- i do not rest my case -

- economist strayed -

-it can some destroy -  -any store domestic-

-to my season direct - - modesty reaction-

-democrats? yes, it's no.- - star demon society-

-to consider steamy - - eyes admit consort -

-yes red cat moon, sit.-

- sister yet a condom -

- road notice system - i can't so dry to seem...-

-semen card toys to i,-

- second story a time.-

	

>>>"Painting isn't an aesthetic operation; it's a form of magic designed as mediator between this strange hostile world and us..."

	  LIME POSSET TWELVE
		
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nine in the evening
 nine June 
...nein Deutsche Schuld.
 In Momenten von so großer 
Bedeutung in der Zeitgeschichte 
können einzelne Menschen 
nur dann eine bedeutende 
Rolle spielen, wenn sie als 
wirklich herausragende...
Nuseirat, words i didn't know -
i didn't dream perhaps for thinking
ahem overthinking - 
to be perfectly clear, i don't
want to be with anyone else -
when i speak of Keira
or even Alivia, it is still
about Emilee...or trying 
to get to her, in a sense,
to understand in another -
she's looking at another "artist"
i spend the afternoon eating
an onion feeling put aside -
benny gantz quit, i party
with the far right - i want
to call putin and ask why 
not use rohypnol on the
entire kiev city ukraine country
the news says he was sent by God
to stop ww3, uhm world war three
tree war world ian said he'd play
you shall not pass if not dead
dear m, get yourself digitized
like brando...i'm looking 
ahead to four...
prison rodents crawling
over the inmates' beds -
sweeney banana mice story
my headphones mace the
drowsy feeling smith/simpson
against legs - eggs farida
eaten up had to be cut out
of the python's belly -
bounce of tripe type jealousy
jet lands in cheated mind
facing woman fucking
to borrow rave tickets
stutter sonic order
awake to catfight
so i didn't even want to go writing
maybe i should shave
shit maybe it's the festival
was lucky town a hit song...
art notes follow:

		
(double cream)	put a feeling down so 
far into my soul that i nearly weep -
untitled emilee and a bugged inky 
with hash not opium tag in headline.

(lime juice and zest) emilee nude
with archangel necklace and inky
"held there by the chain, the unbreakable
chain..."


(3/4 cup sugar) paolo lombardo - lucifera demon lover

has a portrait in it, i was viewing when i decided

to overtake it for emilee in a way...

Maria Teresa Pietrangeli's only film...		    

hint of fix vein due since i didn't feel so fine - 

-end of transmission sunday-
	  
	

	translation of german part:
	  ドイツに罪の意識はない。
 現代史において 
現代史において 
個人は 
重要な役割を果たすことができるのは 
重要な役割を果たすことができるのは 
重要な役割を果たすことができる。

>>>"her lips narcotic, my addict eyes ad lib glances..."

	 LIME POSSET THIRTEEN
		
double cream:	


I see the word count nearing fifteen hundred -

as nine skips ten into eleven,

free hornet eq plug in i think i miss

but then the email arrives with receipt -

in my dream, ironic humour, being only

a scene wherein i seen a picture of emilee

with a flashing triangle on the lower left corner-

earlier someone showing me a basketball

saying it is inspired by an orange -

meanwhile in the fridge

paramount rotting, i notice later...

i get up already late in the afternoon -

the room humid, my skin icky...

and my emotions getting a talking to...

look dear feelings, you love her obviously

but don't stress worry over a sensation

that is beyond your control - could be

foes doing those double speak lies -

could be they may even be trying to 

get her to see you as her enemy -

worst case scenario jealousy

marry me too or i will cc rider

dreams fading under the  tragedy

elvis concert starts...

i take up the job to remake the 

wordstar index html using

sea harvest, newsy css, and video -

it had been for a new artistic idea

page, but i liked it too much

details going into nearly nine 

in the evening - i make pasta

watch obsession otherwise

known as the hidden room - 

the puppy reminds me of bijoux -

so at this point too much for a short 

story, about a novella, but in 

continuation, a novel if edited...

I've used the word love sixty two 

times, it seems both too much

and not enough.


lime juice and zest :
________________

 sacredness yet  wearied 

 outlets guesses writing guesses 

  writing...

 grew souls ashamed to 

admit such contradictions

elephants call each other

by name, 

my only job is to write

her name on my arm

and worship her beauty

 starved fancy as in not even hungry

 immature  laugh

 in the sky’s brute foundations 

claims bully

Never could  ludicrous waking

walking 74th street this is ludicrous

so alone anya hit my recall 

complained  actors  lack their lives 

 nothing felt vaguely glad 

 caravans tramp through 

 past and judgments

whore a woman does anything

 in  light of the deeds 

where  instead men are studs

hideous and silly reluctance to 

to camera came his fear

Amidst this chaos in real life 

void of direction and touch 

 boasted science 

the crow by numbers 

he didn't want to count

he didn't want freedom 

only the consistency 

of emilee

even if she pretended 

 owlish reference of their present thoughts 

yet he also wanted illusion

 and to dabble in things 

 inward or outward at literary stances

 cultivated

through desolation

which felt to him unfair

to kitten itself even trying

to say it was alright

and so he apologized.



3/4 cup sugar:
_______________


 improbability blasted 

 harmony like prodigies of 

a bidding of chaos. of chaos. 

she's hid and then here -

excitement barbaric 

 the gardens. the gardens. 

i am  aimless without her

of rare and delicate

yet i cannot ask for anything

 realms where delusion 

 here display 

cut-up lovecraft fold in 

 gates and domes 

it threw away the truth

better to lie than say

even if she leaves me

i will remain,

like these words -

or worse -

worst wife ever...

already an old myth

 absurd because irony 

 vague instincts which they in 

bed  tried to live with 

her saying i'm worth it -

 gentle like a church 

endeared  he had flowers in his 

inferno burning fine as if a drug

faery all his literal fact

 secrets  and culture. 

 all the visions. wise to wait

wise to dissent when 

 shrieked of ears a misplaced 

seriousness 

the semen 

 delicate and amazing

a mindless universe veiled 

the growth away from itself,

so that is unconditional

love without murder

now he was nearly certain

her love could kill him

but how did he know he

was not already dead...






dry biscuit crumb:
_________________


- i do not rest my case -

- date story comes in  -

-static someone dry-  -so Monday it secret-

-does it escort many - - dementia cross toy-

-scored a testimony.- - secretion today ms-

- some crayoned tits - - most easy doctrine -

-screen it may stood.-

- centers dismay too -

-so to trees dynamic - most cosy retained...-

-cassette in my door,-

- mind roots eyes cat.-

		    2:02am 6/11/2025

  

>>>"space was limited and it was no easy task..."

	  LIME POSSET FOURTEEN
		
double cream:	
___________

(the won-

derful urge...

the cars are 

playing you might think

i'm crazy - all i want

is you...steak like

codeine, draw in the drowsy

hardy francoise 

now the afterlife

the oldest man in America

passed away i passed

through the memory

111th street

francoise, francoise...

little  blonde woman

shouting me down

a case of mistaken

identification papers

it just always

seemed an easier

walk than 110th

young at heart

survive til a hundred 

and five if...)



lime juice and zest :
________________

welcome to annexia sign

how do we know you are really a writer,

write something - yes, write something -

i turn to face my dreams, but there's a

man hammering through the standing walls,

taking my mind into curves i cannot turn...

making my body feel as if outside

and under sun i get up like a white

moon through grey clouds - late in 

the after nobody noon, soon a 

cigarette, some more coffee...

how many times have i done this -

vision of the sight before the clatter

noise claimed imagination -

yes, i was dream dream dreaming

but not alone as i felt myself with

emilee...not that i could see her yet

by my side...a spiritual irony, i suppose -

then i'm facing both keira and ashley -

missing london, have i become england...		    

as if someone reading had merged

words into a raid - or the dark crystal

idea insisting we restore balance to

thra by taking down the skeksis -

welcome to annexia,

yes, welcome to annexia...

yet presently my personal hero's

journey only involves proving to

emilee that i'm faithfully waiting

even asleep, yet in the dream

as if entering a surreal circus

i race with one of these women

through a rising and lowering

series of steps, steps of silk -

I've already gone the distance

we celebrate now thumb sized

the ant's a centaur in his dragon 

kingdom - i can't imagine what

it meant, dream not canto line -

from gulliver's reverie i get 

up a coughy irritation throat

i can't tell if it;s ive fang as it had been

similar once upon a time

or if i'm still haunted by the

crown choker actually

called queen necklace...

emilee are you -

emilee is it -

nine in the morning

i look at the index code

website update

play a bit brew smoke

calm neck - 

and return to no 

dream for banging. 

i turn to face my cat

further apology, but he 

seems to understand.

i turn to face my self

finding only love's desire

for emilee...all i know

is that i miss you and

i feel safe in your arms.

sing sing sing repeats

as i type the transmission.

twelve June twenty four.

(lucy stood with selma

and oversized puppy

charlie said see son

i run with the big dogs)



 
3/4 cup sugar:
____________


 strove to wonder 

 the myth sketched; 

 sighed human events 

to hurry

 reason and purpose

dreams find every knew

 consistency or inconsistency. 

 standard instead toward the new-found 

 he had flowers in his secrets

riders on the storm

speak in secret alphabet

justice beauty yet spiritual visitation

 even stales if stolen by the shrieked

sound removing vision

confrontations reigned 

 devoid how empty they must 

be albeit he alone is alone

 veined glimpse

 His new novel was

dedicated to emilee

before dedication's note.
 




dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

do i even exist without you, a question

answers itself,

i do not.


	   2:16am 6/12/2025

  

>>>"Something very wrong with that horse...."

LIME POSSET FIFTEEN
		
double cream:	
____________

aluminum foil taped windows, 

the writer, by way of avoiding sunlight,

covered the glass. a strand of the masking

tape, from humidity one expected, had

freed itself. Perhaps, trying to feed 

itself, a cockroach got caught upon it...

he discarded both with a flick of the wrist.

fires in Kuwait and Dublin...

was it still flick, or did one need to say

flix...the artifice girl...

his dreams felt artificial -

a square hamburger pulled out from

magazine pages - speckled with cheese -

three men squareheaded and unfriendly,

he awoke to three men bringing in 

the food order, gouda missing --

much later herny winkler standing

in front of three Irishmen...

but nobody could answer the simple

question of why the hell did the lone

ranger continue to roam around

on silver...all right, help out a 

few folks here and there but to 

carry on, why that is plainly

psychotic -  kemo sabe

prolly still out there somewhere -

hi oh...away...clorox as in bleach
 
room clean - chicken dinner - 

octopuss gimmick thanks lucy -

regards to elvis...

except it led directly to further

domain source code work -

watering the plants  -

makeshift air conditioner

ice behind fan -

the obituary party went on

without him - he had 

promised emilee -

yet her her homonym

in obituaries made him

wonder...

emily alice evans, 
emily haskell,
emily dreas,
emily gallo,
emily dorrin,
and further from the five;
emilia teixeira...

all in the past day
passing away...

is this how married

life goes?



lime juice and zest :
________________

 peerless
 
yet aimless 

pains

cosmos  with him 

recalls the time

put placing a nail

in the wall

when moving in

and feeling that

weirdness

 nauseous legs,

was it then the place

itself...

 War stirred the souls.

 sophistication had bustle 

 its freedom pretended usefulness 

fancying them dimensions.

yet idiosyncrasy and reluctance 

 as the gods  once knew

make earthly  antidote

he carries on smoothly

 grinds evenly 

events  every into it; 

yet once in a while

jealousy the possessive

type, sin celos no hay amor -

whose finer details 

 have no outlets 

inside her question

you don't love me

you only want to fuck -

unrest thinks of 

brute foundations 

 gone before 

cave man

they both knew it

wasn't true although

he did want a slow

and overwhelmingly  twilight

screw...

 lovely philosophers had stale 

mate look love i lay my head

between your legs 

if you want to simply

snap my neck

with the length 

of your thoughts

it seemed to be her thing

to test him, to pose

sometimes impossible

 full irony 

 find travel talk

what ifs

excitement barbaric

frailty no this was worse

but by now he 

could not disappoint her

or her expectations

reason and purpose. 

he was her consistency


3/4 cup sugar:
_______________

her eyes glance at him 

now hovering over

the note app

as he types, he glances

neither of them having

seen glee, yet feeling the

sensation -

suddenly he thinks of the 

roadway sign of gatsby

the great yet he is not

certain why - he's too many

people, if he is any good -

fitzgerald on writers -

dragged down 

Instead of satisfaction 

zelda up in flames

he didn't want to be 

so many or so much

 graceful attachment 

to the most

beautiful girl 

he had seen

yes, he had even gone 

against his own instinct

-write about something 

else, give the people 

what they want -

in the end he decided

his path saying what 

about what i want -

she was a people pleaser

too but unlike him

not yet so hardened

and mistrustful

even if she had moved in

and coke replaced pepsi

to taste respect 

could he tell -

 breathless expectancy

admit it now, 

he was too way far gone

to be any good for her

 the real awkwardness 

from ancient cities 

 turned to visions of tears

 impulse with emotions of 

no escape from either 

of their natures

 inward 

these two caravans 

 veined her how emptily

scientific  his high so filled

and obligations

what was obligatory...

then the question was

would he give up writing

and music and the visual arts

all for the sake of showing 

her she was enough...

except it had already transpired

the answer comes before the question

easily a day and night at her side

then another needing nothing else

and no other...


dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

glory be facially as i rioted

clitoris ai fly adored by a leg

readability goes of lyrical

diabolically or firey gates

a gorilla's beefy cordiality

obesity if a large icy dollar

logically if a dear sobriety

barefacedly agility or soil

godliest fairy aerobically

radically gooey it barflies

solitary i blearily face god

tragically easier if bloodier

beadily orgiastic of really

sagely diabolic of literary

>>>"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become...."

pre lime posset sixteen notes
____________________________
____________________________		    

thirteen June an hour after

going to sleep i dream of 

hearing some disturbance

beyond my room...

there's money in there -

the words slow and viciously

excited ring in my ear -

a crowd in living room

someone tells me that

other people had broken in -

i look at the yet how door

not even thinking of the locks

on the adjacent gate -

it is twisted, carved in at 

the bolt mechanism -

a woman approaches

I know you

I say from an office

job I never had -

realizing I am not fully

dressed i go to my clothing

room for ready to wear 

but there is a man there

moving things around

- the cat is there as well-

nobody can touch these

things, i have a very precise

system - he pulls out a cd

and puts it into a player

that i do not have -

I say that stereo

has no speakers -

no hay banda, yet a sort 

of jazz blazes through

I look at a statue that

I also do not have - 

it's faith and she's kissing

some boy, in front of them

another statue and it's 

tilly and she's saying I've

never done this, also 

becoming intimate -

someone darts out

from beside me

it's my cousin,

reportedly homosexual

but I've not seen proof -

he grabs and pulls my

wrist, i wriggle away -

writing now recall smacking

him with a belt -

well, we were kids,

imagine giving up a medical

career to suck dick or

take it up the ass -

surely it would kill Adolfo

his father one of my uncles

retro alpha male military 

personality never served

still freeloading on salute

alone, i suppose -

i'm still a kid, how did 

life get so serious -
 
i walk the few steps

of the inner hallway

back to main living room

where they are replacing

furniture, it looks nice

but what does it all mean...

as i ponder the question,

i get up half thankful that

it was a dream and half 

wondering what emilee

might be doing - i suspect

she's with Alivia or perhaps

worried over her little sister -

prayed to the lord for 

a loving mother or blonde

hair...has the latter,,,

letter someone urging me

to write this all down - 

and i agree but I've had this

sort of scene before except

without faith or tilly -

and certainly without

daydreaming that emilee

is giving me head - 

you married a whore!

a dirty little whore!

diseased whore!

whoa, for all i know she

is a virgin - 

people will talk, libel

slander et cetera - 

me i'm happy

that usually the

writing occupation

ain't sexualized...

one simply sits

there type tap type tap

nothing sexy about it -

unlike say music

or painting which 

indeed might be pretty sensual...

abortion pill nine to zero

reform bill in Argentina approved -

i look at the news to see if there

are other reasons why sleep interrupted,

buzzsprout deleted podcast

actually a stones cover...

they sure give a lot of warnings -

gloria's souls craves intimacy...

monika asking if i have seen

her jogging, looking for a nsa

partner...i can only think of beate

hopefully they will release her -

Jayla says it has all led to this...

friend with benefit...

melina loves me loves "us" together

remember, from starbucks -

actually never sat at one...

visited one on the east side
		    
 the time me and mom 

had to pee and it was the only

place i could think of...

alice sends nude pictures

tongue out tattoo on thigh

sigh, zolaxx does not see how

i am single, obviously hasn't 

received the wedding invitation -

anonymous tits out

if my left leg is thanksgiving

and my right leg is xmas

why don't i come between

holidays...

omfg, and christin is 

stepping up her "game" -

there's not a twitch in my cock

over all these messages -

not with emilee in my thoughts -

when they informed mae west

that ten men were at her door,

she said, send one away 

i'm feeling a bit tired...

i'm not weary, yet the only

message i want is from ms grant -
	  
let's see then, ah yes, return

to sleep, to dream other dreams.

	  

		    
LIME POSSET SIXTEEN
		
double cream:	
____________




Bridge  well, it is not   a  matter  of  indifference -

i might be attracted but the knowledge that i am

in love overpowers any other intent -

heavy  work  here  in  the  school.  

You  have  no  tenderness for anything

except Ukraine...

my  resistance;  to settle on a web design 

 feuds - you  think  capable  no i will not

memorize html code what the hell for -

separating  me  from  you, no one does -

  and  that’s  why   stack overflow...

i hope it's true that africans can't read -

otherwise the whole continent will join the

kremlin in the march into kiev...

quarrel  with  her  to  a  crisis,

how is this a love letter to me

  into  account;  providing 

me the look a like teller

she gives me a penny -

i'm walking down  that  reach  

into pocket realizing I should 

have a roll of cents -

return to what 

prepared a riot

 fling  me  correction

advantageous  

they  beg  

my apology but that whole

go downtown back and forth

  named  the raid
 
yet deceiving

so your dreams don't

vanish in the air

 yourself  in  everything, 

disappearing...

a sort of   purgatory  

  tightly  compressed  

and yet, it's heavenly

with ms grant -  

who goes so far as

to say it wasn't a daydream

and that our union is 

consummated

ahem, freedom franklin

is dead.




lime juice and zest :
________________

dateline new Zealand, when my astrologer suggested,

(with a hint of enthusiasm) that I should go outside,

I never expected to find myself on the other side of the

world...Is it actually legal for a teenage girl to deliver 

pizza on the heels of the cutiekim delivery vulgarity?

So, I'm dream walking with the astrologer but it is

so calming and peaceful that there is really nothing to report,

or how do you translate a sigh...

i dream of other girls, but it is as if emilee has allowed me,

perhaps for the sake of avoiding the label of being possessive,

to see some other faces...it is all pretty quick and very much

platonic - the only one that was different was dreaming

of Havana topless - actually posted a see through 

Instagram post captioned something alike it made 

me feel euphoric...well before euphoria home box

officed...she was walking down the street, but

like gif not irl therein a superimposed man also

topless appears to be snatching the chain that 

is yet attached to her neck - 

it leads to an argument, someone accusing 

me of imitating lennon...in the dream i start

singing instant karma with a horrible tone 

as if i am being squeezed...so my holiday 

is not complete...if a man rides in an elevator

with Shirley Horn, he should not ever have to sound like

that -  horny cats in heat make more melodious

lines...in another dream i speak to sir Mick or 

rather listen quietly while he makes a recommendation -

middle of the night film, as if Kim Novak is introducing

the age of aquarius...but it also a film that makes

anyone feel they were born in the wrong time and place -

a silent frenzy, which has obviously only gotten 

more drastic and more silent with each passing decade...

i sign up to cosmos,so - however haunted by 

the ello.co fiasco - so, co, you see it rhymes...

hopefully it will work out...

rex Harrison and carole landis did not work out -

i watch behind  green lights,

almost witty yet learning of her unaliving herself

makes me wonder, her family insists rex

had a hand in it and that she was extremely

happy right before even planning her travel

overseas for a film production...

of course, i have nothing to say on the subject,

except it is queer that he was the last person

with her and the one to "find" her telling the 

maid downstairs of the death upstairs before

climbing up the steps...

in any case, he made a few films about spirits -

i suppose to claim a lyric was given to me

by lennon would sound unusual 

yet i stand by "easter" and I've heard

jerry Garcia say matter of factly that

ancient verses of songs floated into

his mind while standing there strumming -

this doesn't mean he is pretending to be

Elizabeth cotton, it simply happened -

he wasn't in command of those spirits

and my awful rendition in dream was

the sarcasm in me reminding whoever

that i am not in the practice of summoning

inspiration as if making a phone call or

posing as any of the greats that have influenced

my way of making music -  et cetera..

you're not my type, typo in left ear -

Havana is the only muse i feel i have 

never been with -

i wake up each day of these two dream

scenes reaching for emilee - 



 
3/4 cup sugar:
_______________

I'm pouring sugar into the milk and coffee,

asking myself when did I sign up for cock acupuncture?

Suddenly, envision Lucy Hale with a voodoo doll

in my likeness - poking the pins into the plastic penis -


I make my way into Instagram hoping for truce

but instead I find that I have missed her birthday...


My defense turns into, yes it was attraction and

yes it is admiration but some of that was feeding

off my love for Emilee Grant...It would not be fair

to you, nearly a movie star! To be a runner up...

No, no - let me finish getting you out of this 

typecasting and then we can continue this

conversation, don't hurt me, I'm a real live

fan...Even if I wroted an opera, I would not

call the monologue songs arias, let's be

friends. 


It's no use, she has a one-way mind

to bend mine into her way of thinking -

You weren't thinking about Emilee

when I got you so hard it hurt, were you?


Lookit that was months ago

 I was still trying to - I didn't understand

everything the way I do now, please be happy

for me...


all right but i'm keeping the doll so if you

break your promise to be my friend

there'll be no hesitation on my part

to put the pins back in even deeper...




dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

(All of Russia)

 What you looking at?
You all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes.
	You know why? 
You don’t have the guts 
to be what you wanna be.
You need people like me.

(The nation stands up with help from China,
Turkey, and Syria...
and starts walking slowly
to the exit...)

You need people like me, 
so you can point your fuckin’ fingers 
and say, 
“That’s the bad guy.” 
So, what that make you? Good?
 You’re not good. 
You just know how to hide. 
How to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem.
 Me, I always tell the truth.
Even when I lie.
So, say goodnight to the bad guy!
 Go on. The last time you gonna see
a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. 
Come on, make way for the bad guy...


		    1:38am 15 June 2024
	    

	  LIME POSSET SIXTEEN EPILOGUE
		
double cream:	
___________


(if you've only glanced
at the stone scripted
version of that film,
do yourself and see 
the one from 1930s...)


i feel i am home, meaning 3k,

some sort of date, a nice girl,

after a while i think of luiza
 
- perhaps something to do

with bar louie...

but that might be because

i'm always thinking of 

emilee - 

in the dream, some

men from distant past

are looking at me, most

likely for the girl -

one of them wearing 

a western styled cowboy

shirt which i commentize -

yet while i;m talking

the girl leaves - 

another girl tells me 

the direction of her steps -

so it is not home, a cafe

a figaro place from the 

village or paris so maybe it

is lumani - 
	  
a voice so unique

i cannot believe it is real

i even thought to deal 

when i had no emilee meal

months ago the steal
	  
i tell the information

girl to pass along a message

for the waiter, i didn't skip out

on the bill and will return to 

settle it - now it looks

as if i;ve crossed onto

central park west -

i catch up to her and 

she says she decided 

to go to some job

was it a hotel -

for chance of money -

i hand her a hard cover

book and magazine

- you left the gift i gave you

and she takes them all while

joining a girlfriend - 

as i turn back 

i awake overwhelmed

by the noon day heat -

so much so that i forget

all the details until

i seduce their memory

by some casual magic

you know abracadabra

but i could have easily

kept wondering why

it was a very good year

was playing in my mind -

blue blooded girls 

of independent means

balcony to battle

gets of people 

airline slamming Hawaii

exist stay burning

second forever sentenced

fire in the vagina

avery busted in north carolina

sehorn five hundred drinks

has case after pond

narrative pumps

you dysfunctional enviorment

elderly woman out knocked 

los angeles

how much waffle house...

what was monsieur lambert

trying to say to me in the

other scene i missed

we the nearsighted

i say to myself

at least i didn;t

have to wield a sword

the ends saying

there can be only

splash pad -

long about a Saturday night

splish - for twenty dollars

you can get one too,

here "quoteing" Skynyrd -

you know that other

song i could write a book

well in my case two...




lime juice and zest :

----------------------------

(i myself am still enchanted
by Ann Dvorak...Karen Morley...)

substances unequal inside the magnets

pulling through divides

gem sides marked

natives attempting to time travel

back before genocide and rename 

their tribes alike Ukraine 

nitpicker insists africans can indeed read

smh. lol. 

When you're layin' in an alley with your head blown off,

 maybe you'll learn how this business ought to be run.

i swim to the florida keys

pick up the memory, pounding the pavement

Seven of 'em. Lined up against a wall.

 Mowed down just like that. They didn't have a chance.

Now, that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff into the room?

Nice little thug. He give 'em a writ of hocus pocus.

i had the steak and rice from the freezer -

onions melted, anya reminding me 

how good it used to be...

You're a butcher! That's what you are! You're a butcher!

Abyssinia, baby!

i put a five spot on the extra fan -

grifters and crumbs have put placed

the breeze in the big house

the kind of heat that could cover you 

in a Chicago overcoat

back then a Cadillac was what we'd

call an ounce of cocaine -

you and me both

think of a kilo

or a couple of them

they got squat

i make tracks within the poetry

link word to kill

off the cob nitwittery

let me put my meathooks

all over that looker

grant emilee

we'll have a ring a ding ding

i hitchhike up to central

florida

but someone must be on the jiggle juice

"Mcdonald's employee fucked like a slut"

someone says making burgers

and fucking, that is all cunts

are good for - 

i wonder what their opinion of men might be...

down the river of golden dreams

they won't let me 1930s

even if only bumping gums

take off my hoosegows and socks

double check the locks.



 
3/4 cup sugar:
_______________


 she  had  a  whip,  

her eyes were blue yet sometimes

sea green by turns of light 

 hazel  switch, pictures 

 wall  was  conducting 

'i used to have a perfect sweet-

heart - not a real one just a dream'


reflection. 
 reached  the  street  

 indistinctly  in  the  dark¬ 
humid heat still trying to be an assistant  
 appearing  visibly
  but  fuller  in  the  face,  
she 
could  switch  again,  

  concealed  behind  his  back,  

But  you  look  quite  different...

no, i don't even want to get 

into the scales, 


  rather  hard  and  rough  this sun, 

i'm  a gentle night soul  -

'why should we spend money
on a show or two?
no one does those love scenes 
exctly like you'

a  moment, left palm twitch

 she  achieved 
what  had  proved  impossible  

 already  late  he  wanted  it,

hearing her sound  he  was  bound 
to that bed   
yet for  painful he  declined 

 alarmed  then insisting
it  was  incomprehensible 

 together  telling  him  her  story, 

yes in red
for pure truth reclined

 he  had  to  choose 
 with  electricity

she was so beautiful,

the most beautiful woman

he'd ever seen...



dry biscuit crumb:
_________________

(all the other countries above the equator)
	  
look at me, a man always got to know whether
he's got it or not. I got plenty.

I got house. I got automobile.
I got nice a girl.

I got a stomach trouble, too.

Well, she was a pretty good party?

Next week, I'm going to give the party

which the boys ain't never seen
nothing like it before.

We'll have much more music,
much more girls, much more everything.

Everybody, should say, "Ah Big Louie,
he sit on top of the world!"?


	      

	weird, you know, i hardly ever felt such an 

inclination to write, type - yesterday - as

i searched for the dream note which would

or does appear in what turns out to be the

last double cream...lime posset...
	
the writing software (which i started

using after the incident with tab

iron butterfly at index) -notepad-

went haywire, saving every tab i had opened

since the recording of exile's letter...

well, asking if i wanted to make changes or

save...that sort of thing...so by the time i 

got to it, the enthusiasm well, like

the way the porter explained 'drink'

leads to lechery...provoking the desire

yet taking away the performance - 

my drink was no libation - only

the unexpected turn of technology -

all this and the rising temperature,

got me thinking, let it go the way

it stands - i will pour in more notes

elsewhere at another time - place...

space, the final frontier oh wait

i don't want to boldly go - 

meanwhile setting up some

art  wordstar.nexus/δίπτυχα	 

it's sort of pronounced

ziptych...i had been thinking

triptych...the eyes have it...

although it sure feels like

some people don't enjoy the

fact that i am a visual artist -

"The void and the vista
the fugitives gone
I'll see you there
at the Hotel Vast Horizon
All them authorizations
we must have missed
are just the dictions dissolving
when we kissed"...

still some of it as godly

good as that whitley tune -

i clean up kitchen
	
even laundry and self

watch ten cents a dance -

1931 with leftovers and lettuce,

feeling a bit like bradley

carlton nothing but 

everything for barbara o'neill

in this case grant the emilee -

in a crowded dream i saunter

nearer to her, she turns, 

it's as if seeing her face 

for the first time - 

but it's always that way -

i inhale, taking in the brightness

she exhales, 'i knew you would

wait for me' 

	

	 		      
            
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