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    he said:
"How dyslexic are you?                     "To be able to say something  "To be able to say something
to be so mean to one who is                 so mean to someone that you love so much so mean to someone that you love so much
so true shows your obcession with control   shows that you are obcessed with this woman shows that you are obcessed with this woman
get off the dole                            and means that you probably ought to get over yourself and means that you probably ought to get over yourself
and realize how much she and you            and realize how much you love her and just accept it  and realize how much you love her and just accept it
she and you                                 and be that guy  and be that guy
she and you . . ."                         who is the one woman guy."  who is the one woman guy."

Their total surity shows their scientific delusion.

what is littl' baby gonna do ?

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You'd think I'd have morpyhing pages by now? But to read it is hard when the words are all spinning.

Once                                    Once
when the lonliness stood before him     when the lonliness stood before him
 like a wall                             like a wall
 straight up                             straight up
to infinity                             to infinity
 he thought                              he thought
if I climb it                           if I climb it
I'll get there                          I'll get there
some how                                some how
down will be sideways,                  down will be sideways,
up will be across                       up will be across
through will be a given                 through will be a given
and a million save levels and           and a million save levels and
infinite time.                          infinite time.
When I was lost                         When I was lost
spending his day trying to              spending his day trying to
beat the game.                          beat the game.

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How can it be Saturday again
    after working so hard all week long
 and thinking of you and you are gone,
 what can I say that I gained?

Without you telling me anything
     you got up before the wind
 I realize I was crazy to miss you so much.
    Groggy, it felt the shame
 and worried about how I sinned.

 Everyone who I knew
    had flown away.
 Now that it is over
     I am speachless.

poet note: if he is 'speachless' or 'has nothing to say'
  then why does this poem go on? A paradox? or a reason 
for editing? Probably a reason for editing.
end of poet note.

 If Winter
      came with less sudden unexpected force
 The fear of the big freeze
  wouldn't scare us so much.
 Pipes burst, a 1000 dollar bill from
 a plumber
if you don't hurry up hurry up drive there
before the blizzard
 and everything all drenched and frozen.
 
 As fridgid blizzard deep chilled the world
the rivers, the streams, the ponds, the lakes
 all had that first freeze pudding look,
 the snow not really melting as it hit the surface.
    The world be became as glacier.
         "It kind of looks pretty now
  way off in the distance."
  
  People know where to not build a camp:
          way out on a ledge of the frozen damp.


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July 2, 2014

8:08 A.M.


At the bottom of the trail
there were unexpected roses
unexpected thorns
blood on his arm
and a view
of distant mountains
far below
like looking out
the window of a jet-liner


Out in the backyard
there were unexpected petunias
unexpected fushia and purple bud heads
tiny bug on a leaf
with a view
of a giant camera lens
looking over at him
like looking into the eye of the Internet
And tiny exotic backyard insect
joyously hums from bud to bud.







Robert's Painting
Every so often the guy in the golf clothes whacks one of the balls       Every so duckular often the guy in the golf clothes whacks one of the balls
  in the painting and it goes flying off into the exhibition area          in the painting donkulous and it goes flying off into the exhibition area
    maybe colliding with one of the other artworks, a statue of              maybe colliding with one of the other diddle-de-doos, a statue of
                         a godess by Dali with drawers,                                           the Virgin Madonna by Anonymous,
            knocking some of it off                                                  knocking sinners into a stance of mornful repose
   or hitting museum goers on the head.                                     or hitting the mark as far as the truth ban the hatred of the game. 

  And down there, added in, in miniature                                   Add this down there, in that hell, added in, in miniature
     is the painting itself                                                   Even this view is tainted and can be burned within
         being ferried into the very hell of the painting itself                  it's own hell, created by the artist and
          added in by Bill                                                     it made him so afraid how dark he'd been back then and
      and only right here, in the poem readers' minds                        had to paint over the ceiling in his bedroom
            as they read this.                                                   because the patterns that he done before
   The painting, itself, is secreted within the roof of a . . .             gave him feelings that he felt better without (in a severe way) 

     [here the poem is frayed in half
          the secret place? another staff?
             another song
                 having been ripped away
                    poet has 
                      nothing left of that today]                             duckulous
                                                                                                                                    retackduckular
            . . . an antique outbuilding.                                     redandicktacktative
                                                                                                                                    orangelemontictacularge
  Somewhere outside of time, beside                                           promblemdockulatory
       the poem quote commentaries                                            antidedescrimination
     in the 'click-here' sections of people's minds
  lies the concept of the thought of the hope                                 subduckulatorialflipout
       that there might be adventure                                          fregretaboutdictorious
    buried down in the poem                                                   refringetative
         so someone could find it and actually                                fringification
     go outside and do something                                              duckulfringible
 like reading some weird-head poem                                            payouowenopligninidictioinarilypronounced
      on a sad-soap wash day                                                  how does meaning get drapped into mind?
   near the city-bridge
         in the rain
     walking around on the ledges
           down below
       talking about Kerouac

The golfer
    in the painting
         whacks another ball
            and it smacks
                the poem-reader
                  upside the head.
             it's just a thought-ball
                                           is all.

Robert painted this painting
while he was . . . in high school back
in Mashpee. I had it for years, even
brought it to college which made Robert 
very angry.
It was in my house for years.
the actual painting was burned
in my fireplace at Robert's request and with Robert present.


  Who 
  is 
Robert
??????
?Quien es Roberto?

All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate Christ!

Celebrate 
Christ!


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In the light of the moon
within the scent of the sea
on a night when it's full
she is talking to me
and the wind has the scent of the ocean
and the scent of the petal fall
petals flutter in the moonlight
through the slight wisps of misty fog
draped around the farway shores
across the buzzards and bay
all the way to good Providence
and the river fire up there tonight
hoping no one who fight
doesn't realize it means concern






To be able to say something
so mean to someone that you love so much
shows that you are obcessed with this woman
and means that you probably ought to get over yourself
and realize how much you love her and just accept it
and be that guy
who is the one woman guy.

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    Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

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This pretty tree
grows far off
on a silver hill
at dusk
in the light of the rising Moon
a sun just gone down, the faraway horizon still aglow with it,
the flock of geese fly towards the faraway mountains
out beyond things we had considered real before
without a necessary eternity
like fading mist on the inside of a windshield 
blasted by the warm air from the blower.

The pretty tree
drawn by a tiny finger
in the glass
is still faintly there
and toddler is snug and snapped in safe
in the back seat
pointing through the glass
and discussing The Moon

                
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