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shoot the goat through the head and paint the bones green
the early cinch of rope.
blue-veined smile of papa
Anderson
as the guns drearily some through the clouds
singing--
honeybun, o,
honeybun
now now
the lampshade takes on human overtones
now
I will check it for pussy and
go to bed with it.

dear one:
deliver me from evil
I am out of
stamps
food
love
mind,
have lost my
toenail scissors as
man-made objects decay in Space like
Doestovesky.

down by the river the green fish swim
down by the river the green fish swim

if I killed myself tonight
the green fish would never know.

cow-headed mulch of days
wherein sentiment is the master
destructor:
look through space of mirror and bone--
(the nervousness)--
I work across my self
saw and board:
know and not-know:

when a fool gets in control
non-fools will suffer;
I suffer, being the biggest fool of
all.

© Frank Silvanski