Book of Blues
“(Kick another can of beer) THAT’S WHAT I SAID Not what I thot I meant O Sin-of-a-Bitch But what I out loud said Not—again—what in retrospect And banalizing sedeora ing of my garage Made it Say what you mean A poem is a lark A pie SCHLITZ (A drunken vision of a can of beer) Beaded melt hotwave waters Of outside hydrated juices Flowing down Made in USA & Brooklyn New York Genuine, holed triangular.
WIFE & 3 Little Cathy gladdy with sun cheeks beeted Jamie hiding hugging her knees Mother Earwi...cker solemn, lovely, flesh legs white King John Fartitures of Hop Top Heap Cassadee-ing in his Kingdom Jamie of mother’s sweetly sweet goodheart breast Showing oldlady teeth of littlegirl glee And pudgy arms locked Tristesse in the little hopeless Fingers, Faisse in the shot, the radiant sun, The shine of San Jose O Grass Peotés of time!
Steps, lost davenports, eternities, Hot Night Birds, Billy Holiday!
—Make the quaker give his cream ANY TIME Any time you want A write a fucken poem Ope this book & Scream no more But Cream Cry Fret not Flow Flay Fray the edge of Froy Make Frogs Alliterate Bekkek!MoreLess
WIFE & 3 Little Cathy gladdy with sun cheeks beeted Jamie hiding hugging her knees Mother Earwi...cker solemn, lovely, flesh legs white King John Fartitures of Hop Top Heap Cassadee-ing in his Kingdom Jamie of mother’s sweetly sweet goodheart breast Showing oldlady teeth of littlegirl glee And pudgy arms locked Tristesse in the little hopeless Fingers, Faisse in the shot, the radiant sun, The shine of San Jose O Grass Peotés of time!
Steps, lost davenports, eternities, Hot Night Birds, Billy Holiday!
—Make the quaker give his cream ANY TIME Any time you want A write a fucken poem Ope this book & Scream no more But Cream Cry Fret not Flow Flay Fray the edge of Froy Make Frogs Alliterate Bekkek!MoreLess
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