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Drowning Sorrows

when it's drunk the tears flow golden liquid glass of wicked state of when it's drunken tears are wicked state of burning liquid drunk the tears flow glass on golden hold on streaked glass drunken state of liquid tears are burning drink of glass on cheek a streak of it's a golden spirit lifted 6 point 8 in 7,5 a height of held in liquid glass are golden tears




Cooked Goose

not a new one never hit as it is situated ford where nine's one under par boy lit a bit of heated river round a chicken chucked in carrot parsley root for who got hare got rabbit stew a new one hit upon a lawn gone brown one garlic clove to roof of palate cleft to stave off hungry eyes de one de manna's boiled for a note in buttered base on balls of three iron monkeys left at centre ice you too would wedge it in between the teeth of hell




Stoned

under the xircon stance is amber grease that's set to play the spoons of silver, leading to the right, the ell-wing of the mansion, pair of docks or key to door where knocks a kid that's got a nasty room or two to rent his garments full of rayon threads he thinks will pass a polyester test or make a mend he can't effect without a witness to the writer's strength of character or narrativity with Jesus Mary Joseph at the door to greet the wee three kings of ore




Pause

you're neither here nor there you're past the point of no return and what's the point you've gone to giving off a smell of camphor carried on and here's the carrion you're doing fine you've got the hang of pomander with Sal or Sue who blew through who do you do look out now the rest's to come before the next beat's drummed to spring a trap that you'll fall into some or several times again alas a loss a lot a little bit of seasoning will spice up all that dead meat heating on the stove you never got to stop to turn off at the next exit and circle back to where the thought occurred and lured you off the train that's boarded up with cedar chest where clothes in mothballs wait the winter out




This and That

It's not what I said, but what I meant to say about what I had to say that should be said about what I meant was this: to say what I meant about what I said I had to say that what I should have said was "I meant to say it's not what I said but what I meant". It's not what I meant, but what I said should be said about what I meant to say. I mean I said what I meant. I said "what" but what I meant was "this" - I mean what I said was "It's not what I said but what I meant to say about what I said that was what I had to say about this." I mean, I meant to say that - and what I meant to say about that is this. Not that "that" is "this", but let's say it is, and what I mean to say is that this is what I meant: "that". In other words, this.


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