Buddyland

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                                                                                brasica rotation? no,
                                                                                i’m willing to risk it

                                                            flip your kids
                                                      for a profit for a ferry
                                                               sentence

                                                                                (about having kids ... )

halt’s
ghettoize ’em

                                                                                          I was just a
                                                                                screwing factory today

don’t bif your bud gimme
that gimme cap i don’t
want to be a granola head
cry pit rifles (pussy power shape) media
corporate hardware called a gender bender

                                                                                  that window’ll be
                                                                                   used right away
                                                                                banal saying in dutch
                                                                                  is so much sunnier

              Huff the Dish Cloth
              A British Intellectual Before He Was Ten

why doesn’t anyone say,
              The Poem as an Instrument of Reform

The Church of Sewing Assholes wants
you to take that thumb out of your mouth now

cunnilingual class struggle
my admonished toolkit is full at the mo
please don’t stick your hammer in it girl

                                                                                  we want more
                                                                                holes in our walls
                                                                                     sashes and

dash cord constables shovel wear
initial avalanche
looky-loo as as browsers

                                                                                    open your ‘mouth’
                                                                                        & let me ‘blast’
                                                                                out the back of your ‘head’

women make god their mothers
she’s clearly a heroine said the commuter

wrangle tango skeins of wool
into loofah partner adverts

the left got splattered and dispersed

i don’t care what’s
in my wallet
the baby plays
with her mother’s
nipples stuck on
the project the
issue advisedly
if interrupt as
the argument

He hit him on the shoulders ’cause he
thought he was going to cry. There are
better mammals in the Wild Kingdom.
She prefers having a rod shoved up
her spine to selling spirit eradication
as a formal post officer. The
Elvis impersonator is sacrilege to
some people who’ve heard his
brother on gospel. Can lay me
down here and prove it. Come on
that’s not possible. At least as a
form of fornication – what kind of fucking
is it? There’s so many reasons
to leave the bust on its side, sighing
as he carries the ashtray into the
kitchen. Large to some, small to
others. What’ll you be having?
He’s had it up to here.

Harlem Renaissance

to the and
dulse Cornet fresh
mace reverend

gem engine floods
you plaid neck you
spitoon of poetry

Nancy Roy’s
check the register
palm the lawyer

glory chose charcoal
chief flower seder
antler laid stern

mirror A nearby
& sour sweat
choir wood beseech

hi members shook
bathed acid bath
alky oil flak

dong’s minor lass
shitty end of
white Woyzek Prince!

in district pal
able 1987 present
me dictation knam

boas children negate
his nibs vol
shun identity stat

bonus ticket round
canadian tire money
scottish borrowing joke

more dick ends
extra tits blister
men mime meme

prised day concrete
dyke drive canadian
born canuck last

men emulate menstruation
nation off shore
floating dicks dice

cancelled celtic sun
craned falsies
top her fem

form say guys
guyed into why
red fuckin’ A

different profits lying
experiential collective uncritics
happy prelinguistic customers

cant verses hypocrisy
a swear word at major
general griesbach pellucid latin

KELLY’S DAD’LL DRIVE TANKS IN THE WAR
EVEN THO HE DRIVES A TRUCK NOW AND LEFT PORN ON THE WALL
FOR HIS SON’S HOLLYWOOD MUFFLER’S EDUCATION ‘PRICK’ ON JOEY SMALLWOOD

bid for your favourite child
big O tires thru my chile hole saw a movie like that once

it’s apparent if
the volte-face of the
holes in the hostel are wholly holey
hiding hail maries filtered thru Filter
a spastic rap oil seive
severe every Ward portrait overdetonated
Wurst meandering every Ting
eh silent partner?
a funcy soft-shoe in his sweat socks Onion.
She called her husband at work
and learnt he quit. Loach on
Trainspotting repeats Hoggart
on boys slouching in
mild bars. Get a tank of
infancy. Mars bars, snicker
sombre souls on Prozac. The
only sop-city we’re allowed is
family but what do you do
with people who believed
that a mall display
of houses for sale in the
valley children in the
pictures as if unintentional
postmodernism could save us.
What’s on what’s more disturbing
a large crowd or a waterbed.
Change the answering machine as soon as
possible after a divorce or funeral and he
drove east on Broadway or Bloor weeping a
push me pull you vehicle for his
sentiments felt she’d been ambushed,
bushwhacked. The house was studded
with rejected men. We heart dole
versus we heart the dole.
Marxist shits Turkish slackers.

He pulls up in his car just past the
intersection and an open convertible
fishstains through the clock. He’s
hit and he gets out to examine the
damage. As he goes to write down the
licence plate number a guy shows him
a gun and says it isn’t a good
idea. Courts. Most members of the nonworking
class mourn the loss of a charming house or tree
like that of someone to AIDS.
The Sex Pistols finally have a good sound and are
making money. Artists of that generation
often learned their craft in the Canadian word for
Quonset huts from expatriate, hence nationalism. This
social group venerates bartenders, sell
paintings for five dollars on streets of
clubbed steering wheels blocks from piles
of 12" x 15" exams without stretchers
at 3 for 10 dollars. What’s this?
I don’t know but here comes another
one. Kitsch beer – a triumph, she
turned on a dime and left a nickel for
change and asked her for a free article
the. What’s this? I don’t know but
here’s his brother. In and out
privileges. Designated snatch wiper.
The last of the red-hot Lib-Labism
found itself on the wane. Police
sought the clown who had
administered the beatings.
Big John who clint tended drilled for
at the tender age of 12. If you
can use your imagination this is
a large if. Not advisable to take
’the historian’ too seriously at best he
but weaves the warp of fancy
into the woof of fact and gives us the
web called history. We are the
producers and we are not getting what
we produce. The real revolutionist is
the mother, not the man. She says
openly that there is nothing but revolution
rods piss over the edge nets take
twice as long. The gam report on
criminology and military mutuals.
The dresses mesh it sugary without
you in it. Sometime later in the moon
there in the boondocks, a ferry arriving
late red sunset and gravel’d navels
seals with earrings and up to
my asshole with silicone cunt
above head. The messes Dresch.
Slab? Lavender politics, haven you
heard Colin’s colonscopy micturating
golden Lab recollide. Generals eyed.
So many Colin so little eyes. Hunching teach
into vicrose vanity with clumplets of
shit-take & morose undisturbed for
the rest of the day. Dash lily &
get hammered.

Thieves congregate in the old forest near carseats and condoms
waiting for an olympian to take her garnish into the nearby
restaurant standing salted as their limed and furred hands clutch
empty bottles of amber glass and dried retinas of lager swimming
with a life as aqueous & ass rebelling against physical
imaginary with Slocan valleys of hurtling cells leir larceny
shared later at the stadium busses pass carrying cleat treads of
humus mucus stale above gritted rubber ripped out steering
columns rainbow flagging bumber parenthesizing the road as
welfare and whistler whip lash ambulance burning roller blade
cells phone from the bus to the house loutless caring less for
NOFX then their nixon hit hell no we want slow pine needles not
spine

aggregate cons gregarious generally
rarely unconfabulating so Y realizes
freedom’s just another word for i-t

making buzzers neither wazubeez
nora wannabe norah want to make a theatre
out of a theater

out of the coles for fuck sakes
shipping around looking for work
what does it look like?

calculating the rarest privilege to accent any decor
give it away then you’re not a bookstore in a library
nights of labour or or our consuming the bodices is inside

edmonchuk where do i put the give dollars will the defendent please rise
ripped out ripped out prairie grass toll on kisses ex-boyfriend and
spastic dinosaurs mothers against reading then the indians moved in

did we start that? that heady joy of head jokes facing facts facelessly
gong far from baroque
c’mon! greg was tattooed & pierced before
chris dewdney and the knights of labour
geography as field of luminescent metaphor and allegory
an objective voice suddenly breaking into paroxysms of joy or ecstasy
as there has been so much warmth in the making of labour’s history it is
strange that there has been so little in the writing of it. As a rule, it
has been written by dry-as-dust economists who treat it as if it were the
record of the advance of an economic doctrine. As well write the history of
the religious movement as if it were the record of the advance of
theological doctrine. Labour doctrines have never advanced except as they
have been lived and loved by individuals.
the doctrine of the helicopter, or remote control region boy

Dinah Washington television coming
thanks her mother for her daughter’s good time.
Don’t want to say this twice battle blond.
A pellet gun marriage heavin’? Don’t
ornate wearily weirdo laughing with? Retain
velcro rat restrainers ya reprobate &
help draft precise incisions for
splunked chest chunk check rate
decapitators, splints why so much
research for pain relief they fight to
jazz on perry mason frying
rats spoonin’ an ashtray
syringe cap over the dick end of
a boy ‘pissing’ in the garden
oncological econ of high noon
and academic colon spreads its mouth
wide: woe to the writer who fails
to fill it. Rimjob ream blows
job interview as analingual. One down woman
ship rabbitting away like a cunt
with a hole innit silly shadows
send Danish asceticism are you
open faced between coffee and tea
shouter flowers hate Johnson’s
my arrogance Klein’s profanity prefer to suck
legislator and praise a gothic pile. Sue
screws. Sews stewed.

Captain cock skews: Bulent Ark a Das likety split can landie
Gallant as a Ray in captaincy embroiled in, take in dash
              arcane samizdat licks
Fey Diane is ma Ma have a sin in cock eye E old dugs zoo new so oil lady
GvK cock Ma’s Yo Nate him crueller nun deg is messy vey fatty Theremin
bastard technical direct Or O-lyric tack embassy in a gell merci look
how fair they are on the couch they’ve succeeded eel ya foot balk ular
err rescinded attach, burr hey you can in baa’s lad dignitary
vG fad-y in yen knee Bert have a yak-a-lad E geni it Ettie
cap town boo seem Sari. cure mizzle silly taze after Laura’s sampan
              yonder luck
serenity Yeah’s at a cackle Renee id india he dare wreck gorgeous lure any soil
dial get dired bue scene Al-Anon foot beer cooler fey Yan I. How
comes i’ll taste beer bash language yappy you’re is hell
man yeah Dag key krumple eski- Nee you’re no yeller ’kay nasty
Herc’s barber in hangar 3 yeah i’ll choke E.E. burr arcade dash
              licorice incendiary

landed with my bum in butter prissy
spit commie sissy spothead those wine the
tend become trench mouth like tenure
popular but unlike white people
hondo don’t very dress well expect black
with radio saying have a joint phew
they’re middle class just like a novel with obsessive
criminals who love Jean Genet and share housecleaning
well well get out of the dangerous city whitewash
if you remove the mountains travel to greece
everytime you finish a novel write me in as a gangsta
wanna talk on the phone for the person next to you second
guess married couples move its b.c. wilderness swallows more
obituaries we’re not the government we’re criminals
how many condoms does it take to get used to it. You
can’t help thinking with someone else’s
helmet on mudda fucca pomost workers
below the foto conceptual radar pay the govt
to remember where you are if mozart’d been born in
a trailer park he wouldn’t be mozart but some
geniuses are oh yeah how would you treat them
every carpenter knows you don’t saddle a dead horse
wire cable thimble and clamp groove can cope