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of No Both
By Michael
Gizzi
A mind to halfmoon
a lunatic
Make hay hit the sack pinstripes
Rorschach equal parts
Potato hat with smoker's hack
Foot tubesocks on a cricket painter
Who hires a mermaid to clean his rock
Fasten victory bonnet with Ojibway gardenhose
Build pocket knives for townies
In the poems of Basho
Offend everyone I know
And have them thank me
Aren't I the wild eagle's bird tongue
Waxing the roof of his home widdershins?
A bug just took a picture of the sun
Some old artesian revelation of kin
Like the one leaf maple lone
Hung-on red through winter quorums
On which is being recorded now
The demo of spring's first birdsong
The Golden Book of
Resentment
Do-gooders are the evil in
the world
their shucks too polliwog to be motley
why bad is good to Blacks
on streets of deep in it mutiny
Time will take you out
Who knows the distance from tapdance
to bootlick
from inn-sitting to dumpster
everything's a name to retired postal workers
Take me by the maw Mr Simonizing Lies
I'll show you all the little people
the little words lost, a world
so cracked up to be a beaut it's a wonder
I lived all this time without
a watch pelted with sundrops
I am your golden boy on broil
I am the voice in the heads which says
hurt them
and here's a sigh from the pit of
everything I'll never tell
the seed already pedigreed
to the carapace the air
shiny over Spam
Like the moon we belongs to the Man
The Incumbents in
Her Garden
Uma Thurman dos amigos
Quattrocento niner zed
What music did I face
Defacing the flowerbed?
Who I said myself not anybody else
Looks at me? and then we
Both attacked our hats
You know the chords
To Botany-pan to mangled
Schwinn all we need is music
Even losers dream ornate
They're dreaming in Chicago
Detachment goes a long way
To get one back in sync
The fadeout hit its stride
In disappearing ink, nine
Months in Sing Sing delivered
A song to go where no single
Pair of ears has ever gone
Inspecting things in Glocca Morra
While looking over a four-leaf clover
I had my love to keep me warm
Besides you were wrong coming over
That bridge the pearly gates on
One side on the other some
Novocain so full of shit
Your nose was dripping
Like my Olde English Aunt
From Battersea, misery splitting
Honesty into cord feet of ice fishing
Say what of human content
Your hair-raising missive is
If a person live in a hortatory
World then this is the best
Thing ever dandered him?
Let us paint face to face one
Photograph of grace, first
You then me for them
A fancy feast your album out
Next week on Archaeology
Go back to yesterday
You made the atmosphere
Unsteady they didn't have volcanos
There I'll just make a living
But you can have it all
In any case-Relax! a lubber
By a landslide on the ground
Floor of an iceberg
Let us see what the sun did
To your dashboard in the heat
Of the moment it almost
Seems evergreen "I personally
Wear gloves to express the mood
Of my people" But even
Anthropology's getting out
At electric speed to coast
Soprano leaving America
Indian-style from catamount
Swamp to sea campus
Pond apple its entire
Spawn, memsab, making
Amends to bar codes
And "so longs" at half-past
Seven the gondola's waiting
And the angel gunmen why
Guardian them it's every
Man for himself is it not
Like a real commonweal?
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