ultraman sandblasts christmas mass - full story at 7

thousand air clock particles
fetching landlocked dropkick lizards
left head lost in a twin engine picture tube collision
blind by the time nuclear crashed.
sweet street seeing eye dogs viewed
courier and ives and hot air baboons
mitsubishi, toyota and shoguns warriors fitted for fission
picking up they wedding shoes.

todays resin from blood and chimney flue.
.
...3mj
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hundred thousand feet
air clock particles
fetching landlocked dropkick lizards
left head lost in a twin engine picture tube collision
blind by the time nuclear crashed.
sweet street seeing eye dogs viewed
courier and ives and hot air baboons
mitsubishi, toyota and shogun warriors fitted for fission
picking up they wedding shoes.
todays resin from blood and chimney flue.
.
...3mj

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left head lost in a twin engine picture tube
fog collision
thawing matchbook blue snow shapes
mocked on marble levitated gnomes
where the blacktops ape and ache
blank bankbook tinfoil bones.
in sweet mustard neon seeing eye dogs view
courier and ives. air
tb cont
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left head lost in a twin engine
picture tube of panavision collision.
thawing, matchbook blue snow shapes
mocked on marble levitated gnomes
where the blacktops ape and ache
blank bankbook tinfoil bones.
in sweet mustard neon seeing eye dogs view
courier and ives with laser scope crossbows
air dubloons

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there were one too many crickets
at the cocktail guitarist brigade
balanced bright on the tradewind skin of high tension
north eastern storm blind wires
.
fainting fade out grey
beneath a quilt of star milk
-------
pacing the windmills of wing and
mirrored finishes
cat claws over blacktop downpour
errant lightning
wrapped in bone
and setting sun.
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there were one too many crickets
at the cocktail guitarist brigade
balanced bright on the tradewind skin of high tension
north eastern storm blind wires
.
fainting fade out grey
beneath a quilt of star milk
-------
pacing the windmills of wing and
mirrored finishes,
cat claws over blacktop downpour
errant lightning
carapaces
wrapped in bone
and setting sun.

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harmonic dropkick lizards
etching yellow twos on basket walls
and airport seasonal restrooms
head off lost
for a twin engine picture tube collision.

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sauces and swordfish sausages
just had to get that out
that ordinary tilt a whirl of orange
camoflage and ticking.
how murmured it is washing all and sinking
filling past the open lids
of autumn and her
little lizards of camesol and cotton
sweater
mining precious metal from

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sauces and swordfish
sausage formations
make paper machete ice cubes in a wintered coat sleeved
conviction. spy the
latte spilled on barrel smoke
and ramparts.
the television channels living in your laughter,
and lambs to the slaughter.
remember the reply
that ordinary tilt a whirl of orange
camoflage and ticking.
how murmured it is washing all and sinking
filling past the open lids
of autumn and her
little lizards of camesol and cotton
sweater
mining precious metal from
the weather
with one finger hurled
into the sky

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sauces and swordfish
sausage formations
make paper machete ice cubes in a wintered coat sleeved
conviction. spy the
latte spilled on barrel smoke
and ramparts.
we poorly cast as a malcontent
the television channels spent last year
living in your laughter,
and lambs to the slaughter
remember the reply
of ordinary tiltawhirl
orange art of drunk and drowning
.
how murmured it is wishing all and sinking
fall filling open lids
of autumn and her
little lizards of camesol and cotton
sweater
mining precious metal from
the weather
remember my reply,
with one finger hurled
into the sky

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-ice cream in the ocean-
http://www.wegotussomemedicalwaste.com/
.
sauces and swordfish
formations of maybe,s
blade make believe
paper machete
teacup quake
in the break of night
a bearer of the ice cubed leaves in a wintered coat sleeved
conviction yet to be real.
climb inside
spy the
latte spilled on absurd smoke
and ramparts cast
as malcontent
the television suicide channels spent
living in your laughter
lambs in the aether form to doubt the slaughter.
remember the reply
the art is drowning in holy water.
.
how murmured it is wishing and sinking
fall filling open lids
of autumn and her
little lizards of camesol and wool
sweater
mining precious metal from
the weather.
i remember her reply,
one finger hurled
into the sky.

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-ice cream in the ocean salt-
http://www.wegotussomemedicalwaste.com/
.
sauces and swordfish
formations of maybe,s
bade a make believe
paper mache
teacup quake
in the break of night.
a bearer of the ice cubed leaves in a wintered coat sleeved
conviction yet to be real.
climb inside
spy the
latte spilled on absurd smoke
and ramparts cast
as malcontent
television suicide channels spent
living in your laughter.
lambs in the aether form to doubt their slaughter.
my, how gravity breaks
everythings reply.
.
how murmured it is wishing and sinking
chords and melodies
nets and lines
fall filling open lids
of autumn and her
little lizards of camesol and wool
sweater
mining dew from blades of grass
hiding salt from
the weather.
on glossy black and grey
polyphonic reason why.
.
i remember her reply:
one finger hurled
into the sky.

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sauces and swordfish
formations of maybe,s
bade a make believe
paper mache
teacup quake
in the break of night.
a bearer of the ice cubed leaves in a wintered coat sleeved
conviction yet to be real
climbing inside
spy the
latte spilled on absurd smoke
and ramparts cast
as malcontent
television suicide channels spent
living in the laughter.
lambs in the aether form to doubt their slaughter.
my, how gravity breaks
everythings reply.
.
how it murmurs into this wishing,
sinking stone of moribund
chords and melodies,
nets and motions
fancy cookie assortment lines
filling open lids
of autumns and lashes,
little lizards of camesol and wool
sweater.
mining drop from dew from blade of grass
hiding the salt from passing
into weathers
of glossy black and grey
polyphonic reasons why.
.
i remember her reply:
my one finger hurled
into the sky.

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question-- why not, 'my one finger hurled into her eye,' or 'my third finger baked into a pie,' or 'portuguese billyclub hoodoo blowfly' or even 'but the poem cannot write about that anymore--goodbye.'
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meatsoup discovered on my one finger hurled up her close captioned bly
.. the high horse died.
.
or..
silvertongue sings of
a volkswagen odin speared throught the thigh
so long and wavering bye
...3mj

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meatsoup discovered on my one finger hurled up her close captioned bly
.. the high horse died.
.
or..
silvertongue sings of
a volkswagen odin speared throught the thigh
so long and wavering bye
...3mj

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page page refreshed freshed
...3mj
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or
Alcatraz!
.
transfer the slip in the hockey dog stool
on the roof of your airplane retreats.
these streets of streaked rabbitabilities would
rather do without the idiot snakes
in this years sears parade...
But the christmas tree goblin has
other plans for an unconventional rendevous
with a
rash of chicken pox
on your housing development in the hamptons.
.
...3mj

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notes too sorrow
the glue gun
reciprocating sparrow
answering tinsel comb
breaches beach buoyes for silver
in the grapefruit spoons
invisible in sentimantal jet ski collisions.
in the wading stokes and sticky notes
falling from his xylophone,
the rescue throat machine
calls to a saint bernard
before exploding
wings and jackass peices
over bathers and shark attacks,
periodic tables
and roullete wheels.
.
...3mj
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notes too sorrow
reciprocate sparrows on
answering system tinsel comb restroom john
breaching beach buoyes for silver
in the grapefruit spoons
invisible in sentimantal jet ski collisions.
in the wading stokes and sticky notes
falling from his xylophone,
the rescue throat machine
calls to a saint bernard
before exploding into wings and jackass peices
over bathers and shark attacks,
periodic tables
and roullete wheels.
.
...3mj
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you, who wrapped
yourself in imaginary
invasions
caught by black and white photography
were always self contained.
i see the precious metals
of your diving bell,
as the aftertaste of waking
the paper days opaques
what mysteries
are left in light.
until we again
will find ourselves
retreating..
these cold frictions
of backlit dust
are the best disasters
connecting our lives.
.
3mj

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the feeling is mutual but mortal.
.
but through beautiful
green glass
we reach through streaks
of undersea street lamps
haunting the rains shape
to the realm of emulsion gray
and sepia tones.
what fades into the face of
charcoal on wet newsprint
is silk screened,
rendered asleep and glittering
as the spray of steel
in the act of flight
at the moment of the wrecking ball’s impact.
.
and you,
who wrapped
yourself in imaginary invasions
caught by black and white photography
were always self contained.
i still see the precious metals
of your diving bell,
as the aftertaste of waking
the paper days opaques
what mysteries
are left in light.
until we again
will find ourselves
retreating..
these cold frictions
of backlit dust
and dream
were the best disasters
connecting our lives.
.

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test yo


Jelly belly mary shelly bones
Or,



desperate dawn
with her christmas eve blue bulge rings
around the universe of the ceiling.
the cableknit rivulet cabals
lean over the stair walls
smoking while spiders cross their foreheads.
on the surface where the copper pipes roll
beneath furniture in the middle of the emotion.
.
but why always this wingspan for the conquistador?
.
why always this silkscreen to incite me?
letting go of the lens is no easy snowman
in arenas with the colas drank dark.
transistorized unicorns bark the good sparrow
alphabet embrace
going thermal at 60 miles per hour with soft upholstered bones:
stealth helicopters
impale on post office flag pole (flapping tar und feather swords
and pretend a goodbye to the words.
i huddle beside the insides
of storefronts.
wet debris exhales worlds in the headlamps
of Volkswagens parked like the teeth of a comb.
in this anticipation,
flowers ungodly loud
flicker a little
and smell of earth
literally palpitating umbrellas.



errant love, return

with a heartbeat fresh and canned,

with this fools impertinence
and swimming pools.

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desperate dawn
with her christmas eve blue bulge rings
around the universe of the ceiling.
the cableknit rivulet cabals
lean over the stair walls
smoking while spiders cross their foreheads.
on the surface where the copper pipes roll
beneath furniture in the middle of the emotion.
.
but why always this wingspan for the conquistador?
.
why always this silkscreen to incite me?
letting go of the lens is no easy snowman
in arenas with the colas drank dark.
transistorized unicorns bark the good sparrow
alphabet embrace
going thermal at 60 miles per hour with soft upholstered bones:
stealth helicopters
impale on post office flag pole (flapping tar und feather swords
and pretend a goodbye to the words.
i huddle beside the insides
of storefronts.
wet debris exhales worlds in the headlamps
of Volkswagens parked like the teeth of a comb.


in this anticipation,
flowers ungodly loud
flicker a little
and smell of earth
literally palpitating umbrellas.



errant love, return
with a heartbeat fresh and canned,
with this fools impertinence
and swimming pools
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nope not done yet
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Jelly belly mary shelly bones
Or, my cat scratched a Leprechaun portal
out of a hydraulic jack

or actually all of the above the other way around

desperate dawn
with her christmas eve
cosmetic yellow strings
blinks and focuses
over fences and thresholds.
leaving swingset smooth
loops
around the universe of the ceiling.

the cableknit moments disguised as us
lean over the stair walls
smoking while white spiders cross the foreheads.
on the surface the copper eyes pan
beneath furniture in the middle of the emotion.

but why always this wingspan for the conquistador?

why always this silkscreen to incite me?
letting go of the lens is no easy snowman
in arenas with the colas drank dark.
transistorized hands and hips bark the good sparrow
alphabet embrace
going near light speed and ethereal
at 6 miles per hour with sport blue upholstered bones:
stealth choppers
drag titanic garments over cast iron mannequins
passing mall security
and pretend a goodbye to written words.

huddled against the insides
and the storefronts
the stairwell exhales into the northeast winds
worlds in the headlamps
volkswagens parked like the teeth of a comb
plucked by trembling finger.


flowers ungodly loud
bump and collide in the steams of human mumble
literally palpitating umbrellas.




errant love, return
with the heartbeat fresh or canned,

with this fools impertinence
and swimming pools.

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i radiod an oligarchian labrador retriever
with a penchant for spelt diod wrong hernias
and now i have no leprosy sliding board from ebay
but lunch meat after dinner breath mince
with adhesive load options
so now i have a clapper trap for my parakeets tai achiever.
anything to add one of wool cap?

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so full of myself
i swear i saw a kidney stone
drop from a photo of the hindenburgs
final moments alone
and underwear
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so full of myself
i swear i saw a kidney stone
drop from a photo of the hindenburgs
final moments alone
in underwear...
.
...3mj
The Unicorns "Sea Ghost"
normal tuning EADGBE
Pennywhistle.
Guitar Intro.
PM (Lightly)
E|--------7--9--7-------------------------|
B|------7---------------------------------|
G|----7------------9----9-(9)-9-----------|
D|--7-------------------9-(9)-9-----------|
A|----------------------7-(7)-7-----------|
E|-------------------------7--------------| aka Fill 1. Repeat.
It appears there are two guitar parts during the verse (one basically
just picks the single note of the chord being played at a higher octave).
VERSE.
E (7th fret)
I dove into that freezing sea
[Fill 1] E
With a parasite at-tached to me
A (open)
I'd hoped the salt below,
E
would give us what was right a-bove.
But league after
D|-------------------------------------------------|
A|-11-11-11-11-11-11/0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|
E|-------------------------------------------------|
^league, it yet re-mained, for the fleshy vessel,^
D|-------------------------------------------------|
A|-7-7-7-7-7-7-7/2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-------------------|
E|-------------------------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|
^i-i-i, kept it sus-tained^
E (x79900) A (open)
Ba ba ba ba ba, baaa baaa, ba ba ba, baaa baaa,
E (x79900) B (x24400)
Ba ba ba, baaa baaa, ba BA ba ba
E (x79900)
Ba ba ba baah baaaaaaah baaaah
VERSE (basically repeat, just come in on open A chord)
So we froze (so we froze), A while (a while)
Surrounded by one big tear,
which really reminded me,
of a former home
But we weren't welcome,
The sea made that clear,
By filling us with saline, And sending us
D|-------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------|
E|-7-----5-----4-----2-------0---|
^blue, blue, blue, back in-to...the atmosphere
D|-------------------------------------------|
A|-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|
E|-------------------------------------------|
^You choked as you sur-faced,^
D|---------------------------------------|
A|-0-0-0-0-------------------------------|
E|---------0-0-0-0-0-0-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-3-|
^Tan-gled, in seaweeeeed,^
VERSE (repeat with noted variation)
But what remained,
Of the driving intent,
E D# D A (play roots quickly)
That led me to trek,
Such watery depths
Many things have betrayed me,
Between there and here, and my memory is
D|-------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------|
E|-7---5---4---2----------0------|
^so, so, so, fucking un-clear^
OUTRO
E|-------(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)------------------|
B|--------5---5---5---5-------------------|
G|----------------------------------------|
D|----------------------------------------|
A|--------7---7---7---7-------------------|
E|----------------------------------------|
Who was I with, what time was^
E|-------(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)------------------|
B|--------5---5---5---5-------------------|
G|----------------------------------------|
D|----------------------------------------|
A|--------6---6---6---6-------------------|
E|----------------------------------------|
it? And^
E|-------(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)----(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)--|
B|--------5---5---5---5------5---5---5---5---|
G|-------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------|
A|--------4---4---4---4------2---2---2---2---|
E|-------------------------------------------|
where -ere -ere-ere Who was I^
REPEAT OUTRO
...with? What time was it? And where-ere-ere-ere-ere-
E|---------------------------------------|
B|-----------2-----2---2-----------------|
G|-----------2-----2---2-----------------|
D|------2----2-----2---2-----------------|
A|------0----0-------------2-------------|
E|-------------------------0-------------|
-ere-ere Where did you go?^

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eh, askance
brass murials and best western
dressed in her vinegar and flesh,
i focused on the nick of quarter past dime
past cheek in a breeze of
silverfish
marketing the maddog 20/20
on a momentary jupiter
ride of ripple
on pipesmoke,
hope and crest of fleeting
sky.
.
...3mj

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or the cotton swab that cleans the gears of the missing ceiling fan.
the one that hung above the entrance to the house of mirrors
just along the reach of the gaping clowns mouth
where one could crawl through... remembering the purchase
of the fresh salt air mingling with lips
and acquaintances of fresh cut daylight
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drawling sleep beneath the train falls,
as apple peels of fog beams form a chain
gang,
singing songs of jelly dogs and bird calls
night walls into dust collecting day
again..

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we're all insane on this bus overcome on this billboard facing the paramount pictures self reciprocating orbital shell or texaco hydrogen station of miniature synthetic polyester flying machines advertising which steel belted radial water purification delays on the 17th floor of spacetime best describe your sweethearts deepest dreams..
alright?
.
...3mj
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the dailtone subsides into the eyelash
.
hope and vaudeville coagulate with us, our strychnine
answering machines messaging the embryo
in the nativity scene underneath the clothsline

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look at the wind smash the patience of a yards diplomacy:
.
nights disentigration
whitening the lead
sleeping
in the hollowed heads of gold.
.
purify the colors
purify until blind..
then spread the ashes
across the contours..
across this heart of time.
.
...3mj
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Hi,
I guess I'm getting old or I'm just not 'with-it' any more (been a LONG time since 'Woodstock' which I guess was a different type of free thinking. I just don't get this because other then a good example of 'aphasia' also kown as 'dysphasia' which is a brain disease which is usually associated with a stroke and/or serious head injury resulting in brain damage. The patient knows what an object is or knows what he wants to say however, it gets scrambled & the patient will use a different word than the word they WANTED to say. The symptoms can vary a bit, doctors believe symptons very depending on the location and degree of damage in the patients brain, for example: when you ask the patient to identify an object but the patient is unable to say the name but is able to describe what the item does for example: the patient may want to say 'hat' but is unable to say the word however, the patient can describe what the item is or what the item does so they will say 'the thing you wear on your head'. Please understand I'm being totally honest when I say I just don't get it. Why is viewed as a poem rather than what it really is......random word association.
Thank you for the opportunity to comment on what I read here even though I don't understand it at all, maybe someone out there could explain it? There are certainly way more things in this life which I don't understand compared to the things I do understand.
Blessed Be,
Meg
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Just me again,
I forgot to mention a very good example of what I'm trying to say but am not sure if it is making any sense: If you can find a copy of the Don McLean song titled: "The Amazon" or some say it's "On the Amazon". If you can't find the song you should almost certainly get a copy of the lyrics from any of the 100's of sites which pring song lyrics.
Blessed Be,
Meg
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Hi,
you attended woodstock? niiice..
but hey.. im just experimenting with words.. trying to pull out new textures and associations by textures (meaning cognitive memory association to combinations and other bs) and rythms.. ish awl aboot de riddim.. maybe. I was.. well.. dont fight it so much.. jusst hang out with the rythm..if there is one for you.
ok.. read the lyrics.. dr suess meets longfellows post synonomous hiawatha.. twas cool.
catch ya on the flipside,
...3mj
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4 million miles away there are no grid lit landing pattern rhapsodies to reinsert the twilight running away from the texture of the palace walls and platinum reentering the rafts of the prisms intersection where imaginary angels fall in deep blue sleeping showers, yet when i hold my breath in the vacuums subtle tilt of your chin before you speak and gently render all my reasonings for breathing again into spirals shadowed by the padded windows of smoke that
the much less travelled path a ghost may take, finding fascination
in the
and slowly ripples then disappears along the contours
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4 million miles away there are no grid lit landing pattern rhapsodies to reinsert the twilight running from the texture of the palace walls and platinum reentering the rafts of a prisms intersection.
imaginary angels fall in deep blue sleeping showers here, then i will hold my breath in the vacuums subtle tilt of your chin before you speak and gently render all my reasonings for breathing again, as your
spirals shadowed by the padded windows of smoke make
a much less travelled path for the ghost of the lightnings whisper, finding fascination in the
and slowly ripples then disappears along the contours