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it's so hot
looks like you have three beaks, crow
the moon's so full
white hat on a pumpkin
you know there's something
the moon was a stone's throw
stop the show
i need to say hello to the crow
light the fire piano
the moon showed up
and it started to show
tonight there would be ice cream
ice cream for crow
ice cream by night
sun cream by day
ice cream for crow
ice cream by night
sun cream by day
the sun ain't stable
ice cream for crow
crow pants the scarecrow
crow dance ah ho ho
crow dance
a panther
scarecrow you answer
you can hee and haw
laugh and scratch
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
boss and toss
don't shake my hand
give me your claw
two tears in a haystack
scarecrow get back
tonight there will be
a feather treatment
beneath the symbol
we'll all assemble
oh how we'll fly
oh how we'll tremble
cut the cake
we'll all get well
turn up the speakers
hop flop squawk
it's a keeper
ice cream for show
oh ice cream for crow
now now that's it
now you can go
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Why, not even a rustler'd have anything to do
With this branded bum steer world
This pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel
Misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull
Sink in silence smoke - blow your chest out in hope
Sits spread-eagle on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain - last speak in clarity's chain
You'll not be thrown but dive and sink
Your pockets filled with earthly burdens
When they could be filled with light and back with wings
The sky is dark in daytime
And still the blackbird's beauty lyrics clean
Sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing
And brush the dark sky in light
And let the moon bell crack and ring
Upon the mast of mercy
For she is a beautiful thing
I watched her cut with clarity
The sea of satan's red rolling water
That stung my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung to the vine that choked mary's only son
God in vain to slaughter
I can't darken your dark cross door no more
The light lovely one with the nothing door
And oh that pours life water
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hey Garland i dig your tweed coat
I'll trade you a domino this size
mothballs scented
the woman silk nude tie
painting his chest
one celluloid stay, exposed through his nibbled collar
feet speckled the sidewalk
faces gurgled through windows
passing cars gum rubber streaks
neon plants swim like green seaweed to a deep rhythm of blues
red thyroid sunsets
flame and speckled chemistry
pipes run off dark tubes
erase into marks that pour the dye of darkness
crystal comes together as silent as ink
"i don't think i could let it go, i got it at the religious scene"
teeth let go
tobacco juice
an oiled balloon
brown eye in an egg whit
black tar bubbles in stripes
a straw hat squeaked on the brim of a feather
newsprint thumbed through nicotine fingers
a dark olive was turned on
its small pulp speaker, burst into a scream
one large tomato was immediately peeled skin red
it bled into a red 'o' and smacked behind accepted fangs
quick eyebrows danced cutely above a mole
the front was smooth
it gradually gathered and wrinkled at the holes
a dark wooden moustache deposited below above Chinese red varnished lips
that dented slightly into the evening
"it's gotten quite cold - I've decided i can't sell you my coat"
honking the wind puffed into the clumps above the lattice rows
and out looked panatella
naked and not ashamed
without no clothes wiggle pig went snout first into a tree
the rubber turkey was gobbled up by night's dark rubber mouth
a white phosphorous raindrop dropped in the sky
hot silhouettes in a convertible
gave this a applause
and several white porcelain trays were rolled in by bumble bees
their wings arranged with pictures out of the past
and the rainbow baboon gobbled fifteen fish eyes with each spoon
pockets was caught at window level
approaching the fractured glass dripping in light he spoke
"i just looked at myself
and from here to there it ain't far enough
but from here to there
it's too short"
"and circles don't fly, they float"
Pena exclaimed
and went on to say
"sun shore did shine this year
who'd you look like underneath?"
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you hardly know a day goes by
in the cardboard cutout sundown
the moon popped up like a gallery duck
sipped up gold from the sunny cup
and longhorns sawed the buggy grass
and a cowboy blew a harp sitting on his chapped ass
and the prairie flowers didn't look a bit queer
and the stars struck the sand cartwheeled
and poked in the prairie
a cactus juice stand the only place the crows couldn't land
the bluebottle flies were as big as a cowboy's eyes
and their buzz was as loud as rattlers
a fire engine red whistle blows raspberries
in a cloud of whipped steam
a tunmble weed ran out black patent yarn stinkbug hoops
from above a living mail thriving dot
in perfect sympathy with the cardboard cutout sundown
you hardly know a day goes by
in the cardboard cutout sundown
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The past sure is tense
they're heading up for the main event
all those people seem to be hell-bent
see those people up on top of the fence
and the man down there
selling knotholes through the fence
the little shoe generation man
I found your print on a dollar bill
I founf your print on an Indian mound
I found your print on the statue at the sound
I found your print on the elephant ground
I found your print in the beautiful mountains
the grass no longer grew around
I found your print in my mind -
the past sure is tense
the pastsureistense
no you got the wrong idea
no you got the wrong intent
the carpenter carpenterized my vent
the only peephole
where is my dent
the past sure is tense
the past sure is tense
the past sure is now
I don't see how
see those people that used to
throw those tents
you can't see them now
they're in past tense
the past sure is tense
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Ink mathematics
Grey mass ecstatics
Noggin elastics
Cerebral tatics
Cranium classics
Brainium domics
Denizen omics
Grey massmatics
Quantum pure
It's plain to feel
Hard to see
Fission antics
Abombastics
Death antiques
Wrong deductions
Poor instructions
Mass destructions
Peace antiques
Singing ink mathematics
Hop along with me
Ink mathematics
Moon to a flea
Ink mathematics
I breathe black and white
Day and night
Grey gymnastics
Ink math ah ratics
Mathfantastics
Ink mathemon to a flea
Ink mathematics
Hop along with me
Ink mathematics
Moon to a flea
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when the witch doctor life throws his silent bones
some are crowned kings while others lose their thrones
when the witch doctor life throws his silent bones
small 'o' mouths scream and run to mama kangaroo
insecure pouches wherein hide beggars and drones
and babies and bums and buzzards
mama crouches and smiles her old useful smile
and ego roars, laughs yesterday's gases
while children and angels gasp
and follow a shepherd on crutches
when the witch doctor life throws his silent bones
some flee the dream, some turn to stone
and the children sing and the heavens ring
worn by the shepherd with the folded wings
and the bones that sing of silence
(repeating of parts)
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My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar
Big poop hatch with a cotton hatch hatch holes that the light shows in and the light shows out
And the little red fence
And the wire and the wood
And the barbs and the berries
And the tires and the bottles and the caruponrims
And the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold
Trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was blocking an ant's vision
And the mice played in its air holes and valves
A ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower
Its hum heard just above the ground
Black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive tree that originally held a tree house full of a building with one small window
Birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper
"My sun is free from the window," said the god the green dabbers
Rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins
Cereal and stone
Matches and masks and mace and clubs
And splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a dust jeweled penlet
Cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines
A silver wing a cloud a rumbling of a cloud
A crowd of various violins strum from next door through my wall into my ear obviously artificial
Neighbors laugh through sandwiches
Harlem babies their stomachs explode into roars
Their eyes shiny with starvation
Spreckled hula dance on my phonograph
My door rattles windy
Sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot hear
A typical musician's nest of thoughts filter through dust speakers
"Why don't you go home? Oh Blobby, are you great," exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock 'n' roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch
The surface of a friend
This high book a friend laid on me
On the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by thought
Strain on the spoon like a wheat check check Bif cotton popping out of his sleeve
Poop hatch open big poop hatch with a cotton hatch hatch holes got to pick up the horns
But the head won't move until it walks
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The thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
The morning was distemper grey,
Of the thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
The man at the bottom was smiling.
He had just finished his breakfast smiling.
It hadn't rained or manured for over two hours.
The man at the top was starving.
The pole was a horrible looking thing
With all of those eyes and ears
And waving hands for balance.
There was no way to get a copter in close
So everybody was starving together.
The man at the top had long ago given up
But didn't have nerve enough to climb down.
At night the pole would talk to itself and the chatter wasn't too good.
Obviously the pole didn't like itself, it wanted to walk!
It was the summer and it was hot
And balance wouldn't permit skinning to undergarments.
It was an integrated pole, it was taking on an reddish brown cast.
Exercise on the pole was isometric,
Kind of a flex and then balance
Then the highest would roll together,
The ears wiggle, hands balance.
There was a gurgling and googling heard
A tenth of the way up the pole.
Approaching was a small child
With statue of liberty doll.
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There's so many things
To feel and see while you're awake
They're just out of reach
Out of grasp
Yeah out of reach
And just as many; maybe more
The minute that you sleep
So I got to throw my preach
Skeleton breath
Scorpion blush
I have a crush on your skeleton
Watch out unsuspecting stranger
You'll fall off the log
Headfirst into dreams
End up screaming
This will comb the wolf
And that will comb the fog
What will peen the rain
What will preen the hog
Oh you mean earth
And hell over you
And laugh at your tire tracks
If you get up
Skeleton makes good
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