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The following prayer is loosely based on recent cryptic, but rather copious messages I received from my former stockbroker. Art, was last scene in heaven, driving alone in the HOV lane of the Katy Freeway, in June of 2002.
It overwhelms apocalyptic visionbeam inspired, wired is your foothold clear determined broadway and buttchubby arboretum erotically miraculous unwilling, as well as perilous.
My eyes are your food. My death is your blessing.
Invite me to carve, into your hips, atrocities. Let me selfignite - blue bodies discovering empty streets and shooting stars. Faith under your shade might become corrupt.
Disguise is an unequivocal and exact science. It is the no-nonsense of the ever-popular, dizzy ones. Continence of the masses. Seduction of the mediator and the heartrendering scream of poor men, whom I fear now may constrain the shout.
I am both witness and worshiper to your infallible, preconceived formulas Fed by spitting maniacs, victims of the victimless who open their mouths to all Goodness.
Your words necessary as the clinch in the go-ahead round I will be present at the end and God will favor the sins of an idyllic man, over those of the more showy faggot.
Let us pray too, Art in heaven.
Apocalypsemoonbeam guide me threw and too nonconsensual premarital whopperwithcheese nervous breakdown
Let us pray to that marketer of snowwhite bitches and heated conversations, to love.
Oh poverty of soul offshoot of me you are vortex your genitals stab me.
We are psychopath group swallow (gulp) Carpool padlocked-lambracked limbo, uninterested in the crash outside our door.
Let us pray to give to please is so necessary to open wounds that know no bounds to live on ones back
face to the sun is not an option only an allegory
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| | From: gypsy | Sent: 10/13/2008 10:35 PM |
This is good, Piper. I do not know why you have taken to introductory explanatory words lately, leading the reader. Does it matter that much to pre-establish intent? If it is important to you that the reader understand where you are coming from, should it not happen through the poem itself? I say just let each reader think what they may. I also do not like "amen," even if you fathom the poem as a prayer. It feels like a speech delivered effectively and destroyed in the end by saying, 'forgive me for what I just said,' or that gosh awful phrase, 'needless to say.' Or maybe it is that I do not want to pray.. I really should just say, "hey, Piper, great poem." But I have this proclivity to babble. gypsy |
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wow. and i've not said that in a while. really. wow. g |
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| | From: gypsy | Sent: 10/14/2008 8:14 PM |
Yes, tocaya, it is, indeed, a WOW! I just did not want to rub his ego in public. haha |
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| | From: _susan_ | Sent: 10/15/2008 4:15 AM |
O cryptic astros cities Blessed be the dead for they know not who inherits the earth, and dies dies ruptured eyesbloodred, not shootingstars no thing is infallible all suffer ADD and the Mine syndrome Art is already bored in heaven Kyrie eleison Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December Dies irae Sanct us all with Holy Grail and the vortex of Mercy seats an Sir the quest ion: what is the HOV lane? susan |
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an the an sir is mad umm High-Occupancy Vehicle (HOV lane) reserved for vehicles with a driver and one or more passengers.
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| | From: gypsy | Sent: 10/15/2008 5:08 AM |
I thought you misspelled HIV |
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