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70 bleak years of the Commies' trawling haul...!'

A

A bluejay's egg unhatched, still unhatched.

A coarse, cold beauty behind a dark reality.

A disturbed mirror?

A few float down.

A few, thin, flecked, neglected greys.

A little old and uselessly, by a mended fishnet.

A little yellow rose.

A more essential, Regalist, doctrine must leave no

A new day glitters at the ledge.

A primitive abode.

A stone leashed to a stone.

Abide Eternity.

After this abiding prayer?

After this abiding prayer?

All grace crowded close as living rhymes.

All happens as before."

All happens as before."

All is done as was done before.

All my patricidal punches sweetened by affection.

All the business men are stout.

All things move in the direction that we sing.

All watch blindly because all are blind.

All whirls upon a moment in a dance!

Already read about all that.

Altering nothing with your obscure tongue.

Am blinded by the unbearable light.

Amidst the ceaseless wash?

Among God's clouds the everlasting things.

Among restless leaves as deep as snow.

Among the dazzled aisles.

An old bitten rind, bitten rind.

An out-bound view! All slow anger turned to slow

An unborrowed conscience that consumes all it touc

An unsteady voice against the nothingness

And I am dead--- though I have loved.

And Time is dead. The mind is there.

And a something unrepeatable is learned.

And after, the silence.

And after, the silence.

And all loved things end.

And all of these be mine.

And all our rubber war of hatreds shrink.

And become myself some substance of the grass.

And breathe all ways at once your lost breath.

And came to confusion as to rest.

And falls with the great hart in bludgeoned love;

And falls with the great hart in bludgeoned love;

And finds in taking, splendour."

And flood my flashing eyes to be mourned.

And joy alone keeps pace.

And joy and destruction again.

And kiss until their deaths.

And let him bleed for this: for love new-loved to

And let the unleashed Victory behold herself as sh

And lie down dying with my brother coral in the da

And like the moon in water let happiness loose.

And like the tiger we sleep at noon.

And live: forever joyous, forever renewed!

And lived in quartz crystal; that crystal is smash

And make all departure welcome by such return.

And never die in thought.

And not too self-consciously.

And on all our mortal fear.

And one heart should flood all lands.

And our smiles like carved lard.

And radiates but what heart holds first and last.

And return all surety to a guess.

And rhythmless dirt shall be by your swaying swaye

And scoop me to heaven, mailed alive in the velvet

And spelled my way to heaven'sgate with a broken t

And that way pay love. Drive on, drive on.

And the bottom of the pond.

And the catbird, leapt to asphalt eaves, sang on.

And then at last the tender Spring apportioned to

And then there was the omnipresence of the moon.

And turn the last clod.

And turned all my wrath to froth, I was waste.

And turned to return to dream in interrupted night

And water your eyes awake?

And we see only the dream and are blind

And with sighing whim walk backwards, begging pard

And with the woods be done.

Angelic in reflection of love's uplifted brand.

Angelic in reflection of love's uplifted brand.

Apocalypse in lip-sync

Apollo Belvedere

Arched against the tart recurrence of your pain.

Arrive blindingly.

As a rabid rose.

As in a glass ball, whose petals cannot close.

As spent as Adam's, and nothing near his worth.

At last a lion's breath commands a lion's body.

At whose clarity I stare.

B

Back-handed, I handed it back.

Beating and hurting.

Beauty is the moral compass of the individual beca

Because he's the nearer dirt.

Before the bawdy wind can close the gate.

Before the dawning bird's.

Before they of their giving taste gave all.

Before they of their giving taste gave all.

Beneath a salt-dead tree.

Beside them, I, too, am shivering.

Besides new ignorance beneath the sun.

Bids hand withdraw, and I perspire.

Blank waves of the sea, stark desires of the skies

Blood holding each white globe from beneath as de

Born with a mouth to pronounce death with?

But all of these visions are mortal! Bloodsoaked,

But fall, and this the ocean knew.

But fall, and this the ocean knew.

But gave loving light to all, which darker heavens

But only I, alone as bone, snap the raw and bleedi

But we do not know the eye's intent.

But you still breathe.... All the rest is gravy.

By Arthur Rimbaud

By a drake's water-shilled beak do I stand and cry

By delicate strings?

By earthly fires.

By muscle burn.

By one drunk for you, the other.

By others is thrift.

By the solemn breathing of the cows?

C

Carefully the cat, a patchy calico, goes along the

Challenging the Skies in innumerable Words!

Charms the sense that would scold

Clarion is color of dolor too.

Clasp you an arrow or glass?

Clasping in the night.

Closed in dark colloquy and muddied breath.

Coffins of beating victims too glad to die.

Come kill the one or the All.

Come taste the blood shreds on the ground."

Come wind the bell of the old clock tower.

Commends us crawl above the dust.

Completely unhinging buds

Completing luck with hues of highest sun.

Conceived in a moment's squalor.

Confusing innocence with the sweetest and the wors

Cool and apart, and all away from sight.

Cry mercy up to my eyes.

Cry to the beautiful.

D

Daniel B. Dermond

Daniel B. Dermond

Daniel B. Dermond

Daniel B. Dermond

Daniel B. Dermond

Daniel B. Dermond

Daniel B. Dermond

Daniel J Weeks, Gregg Glory

Dark enough to make me think.

Day by day, by eating making new.

Deaf to the whisper of death.

Death, whose wreath is thorns, but compounds the t

Did not the spring dew burn when it was morn?

Dip your hands once again into that stream of life

Disinterred love scrambles up my lap.

Disinterred love scrambles up my lap.

Disturbless as royal empress' tress.

Dividing and slicing our lives into zeroes.

Down to spring.

Down. They shine like pennies out of a shotgun...

Dragging upright flippers of glinting gold.

Drop hot hands to a warm salt sea.

Dry enmities remain.

E

Each a dead monument at dark.

Each dew-weighted blossom with some soft blot.

Each dew-weighted blossom with some soft blot.

Each man sighing out his sensual ghost like a bell

Each night holds open to kiss you.

Each other back to bed.

Ease to the burnt heart's ash.

Effortless masters of fact in our jarring jars.

Empty of everything but plunder and hunger.

Ending in exuberance and death.

Eternally fruitless unbudded disaster or what?

Eternity a moment when such looks have passed.

Ever, eternal,--- once lived, undying."

F

F16s lower from heaven and provide oblivion?

Falls in its desire.

Fertile fallacy from an honest palm of grain.

Fibrous and alive and dangling from God's omnipres

Flatters my chaste hand in the obsequious sunrise.

For Heaven's hissing flesh to drop on us like clot

For all my part.

For an enemy in the river.

For inextricable laughter and hate.

Forgetting weather's made by being out in rain.

From farther away.

From the lifted dust.

Full of the moon's bleary oils.

G

Germinating nothing unless I sighed, and I was hap

Giant out of themselves by giant wish.

God lies knotted in the bower.

Goes round and round.

Grip gone round a razor.

H

Had sawn him out of life to adorn a pool.

Had suffered earthward a single fall.

Halfblind in the sun.

Harmless Hamlets drenched with a wish to live.

Has his humor, right down to the last laugh.

He waved goodbye like the xmas pine we buried in t

Her breath a wilderness of desire

Hovering abovely.

How briefly was her face tilted to the heaven wher

How could Love forget?

How like this world's the world to come.

How loss and tears consume what's snapped by eyes.

How sacred is this tended flame no matter how you

How the green solid world unfurls below.

Human minds illuminate what no God understands.

Hungrier for what she had not caught.

I

I am always held in awe by the tortured furies of

I am no thin-spined De Sade, adoring thorns!

I am no thin-spined De Sade, adoring thorns!

I cannot flash beyond them, although I would.

I circle back: dust laps his grave.

I cradle nothing between my thighs.'

I diminish into happiness.

I divine this syllabic, righteous best!

I do, I do not keep the dark alone.

I enter this somersault I have been dealt.

I hunch against the wind of forever come.

I hunch against the wind of forever come.

I knew I was the PR Goering for Malcolm's fanatic

I labor, labor, labor on my portrait without rest.

I landed home empty-handed.

I lay down my moons and worlds for the honor of he

I lay the red keel in my breast.

I left a husk to worry a rocky shelf.

I look into the cold dull portions of my thought.

I love my wife even when she's high.

I meditate at lunch-time on the sacrosanct and fam

I melt to a shive, retouched. Too often retouched.

I melt to a shrive, retouched. Too often retouched

I played five card stud with my heart and groin.

I pulled all night through wetness with raw silk.

I rise forever exhaling light and pleasure!"

I say her eyes.

I shall not shunt.

I shook my head at the flowering bush and took off

I shook my head at the flowering bush and took off

I sing bird and beast, animal or man, trapped.

I stagger to the unaging muse...

I stand between the trees without a name.

I stare God's eye to shatters; and hear.

I think of you, myself, eyeing the prop.

I took my place among the meteors in the dark.

I wait for the platinum infinities of your kiss.

I was campaigning in Missouri on October 16."

I wish that they would just cut out the show.'

I'll resign dead generations of fame.

I'll serve silent as a smiling saint.

I'm satisfied with sighing is and are.

I'm sorry I kicked his Greek hynee. Sorry for all

If God made me? I am what I engendered.

If you'll still prove a catching coral for my wrac

In Imagination's open hand.

In a fever of wildflowers hissing secret cures

In a realness of air.

In all our ocean's roaring, cherished wash.

In all this abiding blue.

In an era of boredom they glare from the shelves.

In blood before me lies.

In death's despite, the fair, the beautiful and t

In her arms. It was snowing doves all that evenin

In iris-blue flames consuming a fragrance mild.

In our lives, the pauses between our words.

In predestined syllables upon the fragrant rock.

In so much here.

In songs no other sees as hosannahs.

In the edges of the leaves.

In the groin's obscure fortress, we arrow to you s

In the hills, green winds prevail.

In the hollow of a kiss' lick.

In the hunted day.

In the hunted day.

In the moon's urinal.

In this sunset I am alone among many trees, the da

In violet time reprised!

In violet time reprised!

Incestuous History to bed.

Indifferent oblivious blooming

Inexorably as lichen.

Inscribe what I equate: Man = universe.

Intensities of existence intensifying infinite!

Into a crooked tree.

Into death's bone knot.

Into significance like a three-legged stool.

Into significance like a three-legged stool.

Into that unutterable One again.

Into the eternity of never.

Into the surprised sound of silence.

Is burning love singing in a burning choir.

Is flashing into darkness from this dock?

Is lashing westward once again, extending night.

Is left of what has been.

Is symbol enough for me.

Is the right altitude for art.

Is trapped in the hydra of days."

It is summer and pregnantly snowingly dusk)

It is too solemn for us to see

It's the light that turns the lampshade round.

Its because the water has run out.

Its monumental poise.

Its purely pathological, I'm sure of it.

J

JEFF MOLLER and GREGG GLORY

Jeffery Moller and Gregg Glory

Just manufactured. Its original skin has been thr

K

Kempt Baudelarian repose.

Kilned in skin.

Kilned in skin.

Kiss Daddy on the cheek, and he'll tell you a Peco

Kiss me again, and find me transfigured with that

L

Lashing everything at once.

Lay alive awhile gladdened that you gave.

Let passion's mask drop or burn a stage?

Libertine Liberty----

Life's emblematic tracts

Lifts to brighter character by its change of state

Lifts to brighter character by its change of state

Like a bronze cymbal.

Like a clasped flag from its knot of hand.

Like a cold breath, an endless spurring.

Like a moody sleeper back to earth.

Like a promise not yet kept.

Like sea-foam turned suddenly to wine.

Listening for the smoke signal.

Little comfort stays here, little goes.

Living feet stamp and paw the fertile ground.

Lonely in the halo-lampblacks.

Losing their winter dignity in your kissing spring

Love's a thing that loves to sing

M

Mad hands demand mad eyes.

Made of my desire for death.

Made some temporary amends.

Marooned like rescued Crusoe in the hospital.

Me stoppin's no place.

Means nothing to such indestructible metals.

Mere water, water from water, a wetness, nothing e

Mirror-making, mirror-resembling dream.

Mole's nose, wake at last and eat the day.

Moved to the ways my unkept singleness still loved

Moves in the mud.

Murmuring night-long while the world's asleep.

My bloodless feet are skirled in skeins of snow

My bruised head floats in a goldfish bowl.

My bruised head floats in a goldfish bowl.'

My hope as strong as a bird's hollow bones.

My lapsing gall bladder's turning in me, neon gree

My life one long fall as if dead and mourned.

My soul to spawn.

My soul to spawn.

My sunsteady voice to every wind's spew.

My valerian ringing in deaf immensity

My wife, my little ones I made in the image of God

N

NOTE: .the infinite bounded.: it must be bounded a

NOTE: The ritual described here is taken from a

Near where slept the hind.

Neatly strummed.

Never one instant's kissing shun.

Never saying do or go, but only: be, abide.

New at an acid altar.

New light would blind by being stark.

No acquaintance of daylight would ever wish us.

No answer yet but becoming to become.

No bloom can I cut for the mist of pain.

No matter the weight of the dark.

No sound or terror will ever vortex under.

Noble martyrdom. Another face in the glass.

Noble minds all by ancient battle set ablaze.

None may stay, but you, who changes while I clasp.

None took her, none kept her, none triumphed.

Nor can I, lost in you, find ecstasy's end.

Nor evening.s cage for an argument's grr.

Nor lightning out of cobalt nothingness.

Not otherwise."

Not touching the earth the least.

Nothing stops the cresive wanting of our breath.

Now I know, I should feel it better.

Now and forever. Amen.

Now, as once, tensile, rich, and sure.

O

O lyric genius, to grow ecstatically one!!

O, man's a thief of glory, and steals it from hims

O, man's a thief of glory, and steals it from hims

Obliterating inexistence.

Oceans in acorns my strumming mermaids are.

Of accustomed thought saw the red in black.

Of one snapped limb, it read: "Fred, Illusionast."

Of the New Mexico plains, and read:

Of the glittering sublime.

Of the heft of ONE phalange that it flaunts.

Of the pure, chiaroscuro myth.

Of the yet to be.

Oh Autumn, my beautiful companion

Oh still to be a human thing alone!

Oh still to be a human thing alone!

Oh, Poets, throw your sodden hearts away.

Old cross crows are drubbing in the dust.

On and on, racing still my pulses to loved earth!

On whatever the dream means.

One cool mouthful of notes.

One monumental animate corpse of fate.

One thread on a web in the comer.

One to keep free, one to kill.

Opinionless as glass.

Or God in a sparrow's nook.

Or changeless oceans slide?

Or cycle skyward, where all our wages end.

Or hesitates to douse itself in you.

Or hesitates to douse itself in you.

Or lie with long bones of the dead?

Or lie with long bones of the dead?

Or sphinxlike out-wait time's inseamed mystery.

Or sphinxlike out-wait time's inseamed mystery.

Ordains the killed and killer with their rest.

Our bodies' rhyme is more than others can.

Our hands have found the gunwales and strange stre

Our nights lay wrapped with the worm.

Our overdue bruises mumble invective against us.

Ourselves in what our wish of death becomes.

Out of my moment's soulless rock exhaling roses!"

Out of this coruscating breast.

P

Pacing from the terrace to the garden.

Pale to escape.

Pale to escape.

Paradise enough for Love.

Popped-up from an unexpected bush.

Preens against an obliterating light.

Pulling their fingers on air.

Push heaven to the ground.

Q

Quiet down and get to work.

R

Race to meet that child cringing in the din.

Razor his wet brains apart, in bloody pieces like

Reason keeps the connection between the creative s

Rebel mankind to his breast?

Repeats and repeats and the seas rise and break.

Requires a necessary height.

Reverse the going flow, or, breaking it, abide.

Revolve in bright corridors of air.

Rising to what I always call my meaning.

Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown

Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown

Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown

Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown

Roots are what come of being lost.

S

S asleep and full.

Said a dark voice hid in the bush.

Sang the burning lion on the fierce mountaintop.

Sang the burning lion on the fierce mountaintop.

Satisfy my thought.

Seem the thinnest ribboning.

Seem the thinnest ribboning.

Seize me, hailstorm and muse.

Shakes no glory from her eye.

She leans against me like a candystriper.

Shrieking in my bones.

Simply do not doubt your doubt.

Singing past the garden gate.

So deeply and so long.

So there is no caging of such love's light.

So touched, so tortured.

Soft furled soil cooling. Again.

Softly, softly, following a blue track through the

Some invisible water-bird's penetrating cry.

Some more blatant human meaning.

Some sweet sanctity retains.

Somehow to lie and breathe into the upwards evenin

Somehow too, like they say, like they show, using

Something else has troubled it back to life.

Soulless out of deadened waters.

Speak what his own unlived dreams have given him."

Speak what his own unlived dreams have given him."

Speaks prophecies to my ear of lead.

Stand and love, still love, which is all love know

Stick, stick, stick, stick.

Stiff against one window to witness it.

Still regal & tru

Strides by maidens exhaling their finicky sighs.

Strode Hitler, Jesus and Michelangelo.

Such swooning, harmonious things.

Suck divinest wines back to earthy grapes.

Sudden as two children's hands can clap.

Sugar lovers tilting on their cake to kiss.

Sunder the willing soul!

Surprise ourselves, and end as dust.

Surrender to God, whose white hand works through m

Sustenance enough for poets in the ruby day.

Sweet briars on my hands, briars on my head!

T

THE LORDS OF WORD

THE LORDS OF WORD

Than the grave day that the quarry gave.

Thank thrush for landing home in homing in.

That I live and die!"

That I may know one moment of beauty's fearsome po

That body lays on eyes?

That break bones and never forget.

That cannot fade.

That gives no rest.

That lay hid in the night.

That lay hid in the night.

That shrieks ecstatic stasis vacant heavens laced.

That shrieks ecstatic stasis vacant heavens laced.

That spikes these whipping words.

That spikes these whipping words.

That swam their red ways to death.

That they had stings.

That they may live, and I must die.

That will make them ring out, spoon-struck, like G

That's all I ever wanna do

The Lord God himself beaks his kill.

The animals will lie down in the moon and rot. The

The banished crow is silent, and we rest.

The carolers on the snowy porch hope for mugs of h

The day grows down in dismayed capitulation.

The dilemma of doing's to 'have done.'

The dock-dog's howl or tooth.

The downward shaft and symbol of desire.

The fallen night I found, I found no ease in.

The flat slat light the tossed urn burns?

The gem of its innards.

The hopeless snows.

The human mind's wide basin.

The imponderable waste of days.

The leaper leapt.

The leprous ladies in their spotted gowns still sw

The masquerade's a bust.

The momentary mire.

The other with inner glaive.

The place I am making behind my own pupil is full

The ripsawed soul.

The sea's intercessions.

The shaky rearview mirror gives an intruding look.

The silence today again has made me see.

The silk insistence of her ways.

The soul's own shaping power makes animate!

The substance of a wish.

The sum is this: from your least grows my all.

The tender colt leans age-heavy against the rail.

The thing itself its business.

The tinted resonance of your shadow, where it has

The windowpanes are.

Their grey, unsignifying shapes.

Themselves. I wish the doctor would come and kill

Themselves. I wish the doctor would come and kill

There is no God.

These are the makings of our end.

They ate it up.

They caress the everliving in eternal charge.

They caress the everliving in eternal charge.

They fly with sinking passion to he snow.

They had no stitch of clothing on.

Thinking of the sun

This air-mere air.

This bridge you have built between us.

This downcast body from its tortured state.

This it is that makes a faster beating start.

This soft lusterless blushing ends in a simple fri

Tho' held in God's rosy lips like a Word."

Three times a day.

Through the increasing clouds;

Throws a line, and hooks us safely into port.

Tiny lives and huge nights.

To kiss her soul again.

To a nation, clotted, with whores and doses.

To be always beginning where I was.

To cones of prophecy and victory that give life ba

To damnably, darkly fail.... whatever.

To dive alive at last.

To donate to the mad.

To fall through a breathe like air.

To give you this mysterious poem.

To just laugh and laugh enough to die."

To play and pleasure in the darkest wood.

To reach to light, and, silent, talk.

To rend the bone from heart.

To see how aimless light in darkness does.

To see what we've done without.

To shake the leaves.

To shatter it and disappear within.

To sing that last song.

To sing until his face dissolves to truth.

To touch our own risen faces?

To wash our prayers with their sighs.

To white eternity.

To witness drowning sailors, her head in beauty bo

Too soberly drunk to tend or exhaust inspiration.

Trees have no effigy to burn.

Truth is my only tribulation.

Trying my waters, leaping, leaping, loving you.

Tumult of living body stylized to a theme.

U

Unafraid of love-- at last, perhaps-- the dead wi

Unconcernedly and not too self-consciously.

Under rank decay.

Undoes my brain with a pick or shovel.

Undoes the ever-curious Eskimo.

Uniformed men flit and pass.

Unimagined things grow real, grow real.

Until day stuns us.

Upon each pared rainbow of my fingernails.

Upturned hands and open hearts denied.

V

Vastly silent roar

Very astonishing!

W

Was Vishnu to me but a ten-handed castanet player?

We bed each other on a dare.

We chorus laughter.

We ourselves have made, and ripened in each eye.

We wander open-armed and upward-eyed, seeking edge

We were young and solemn and did what we would.

We'll own their laundry soon enough.

Wet icicle licks.

What blankness?

What a Satan I truly am!

What in her belly purred? What from the great legs

What love remains?

What rosin will we soften on our souls?

What will rise in ecstatic showers to dissipate?

What word will ward these mute excursions?

Whatever it was our lying lipstick said.

When no gust pressed.

When she blinks against the light.

When she blinks against the light.

When the time came to release her back into the be

When tongue gives and eye takes.

When we cannot see that we cannot see.

Where Life makes no demands.

Where every nerveless hand fumbles for the switch.

Which I fancy St. Jerome on an off day may have pa

Which of the light is bearer and receiver!

Which of the light is bearer and receiver!

Which shall all thy praise and praisers too confou

Which way and every way in the clanging wind.

While blazing fish peek about their bones.

While the bee had sup.

While the bee had sup.

Whispering in the hollow congress of a room.

Whispering nothing to an earless earth.

White as these stone breads our hands keep kneadin

Whiten and bless me with her petal-fall.

Who never once told us what to do.

Who puts goodness to flight.

Who puts goodness to flight.

Whose kitestring reels to earth

Whose smile is wealth

With dogmatic aperitifs.

With lightning needles of white hypocrisy.

With overwhelming wilderness for crop.

With the grammar of a dare.

With the hero of tinsel who eyes up the sun.

With warm ghosts to welcome me?

Within us, but paint again our human faces?

Without a tongue.

Without feeling, in the inhuman landscape.

Without reason, without fixtures, like an old scal

Would wake it as full of fears as it had been.

Y

Yellow to heaven

Yet, the face haunts me.

You should never take

You slept and shrivelled and died.

You stare, bright star, in vauntless victory ever!

You swim in my Adriatic heart's red swirl.

You swim in my adriatic heart's red swirl.

You with its white tangential tongue.

You, who are here with me, know what I mean.

Your broody veins insane on the scripted sheets.

Your dripping eyes these fired words drift across.

Your hair whipping!