+
+ I'm forgetting what everyone's mouth looks like
+ Do people have teeth any more? I can't remember
+ I for one have been grinding mine down to polished stones
+ My mouth sparkles now when I smile not that
+ You could see it The mask, remember?
+ "They didn't know who I was before ..." And all that nonsense
+
+ Once a coworker removed hers to take a drink
+ Of something, probably a cola I think it was, it had
+ A logo on the side and all, and a straw was in its lid
+ I was surprised, I had forgotten she had a nose
+ Maybe it was had gone away, the father of us all grabbing it
+ Between his thumb and forefinger, secreting it behind
+ His back I remember a boy
+ With a yellow plastic poncho stealing my nose, he was older
+
+ But I played along with him because I liked him and he me
+ He always said he was a duck and was excited when I told him
+ My last name, it was an omen for him, a sign of something
+ Bigger than the both of us, and I think I agree
+ Since then I've had an affinity for ducks, their business walks,
+ Their loud and hoarse calls beckoning the lakes rise up
+ To meet them their reflections
+ Riding the backs of the waves betraying nothing of underneath
+
+ Somehow they can sense or see or smell or tell
+ The fish that swim beneath -- do ducks eat fish? --
+ Am I making this up as I go? Of course I am, what
+ Else would I be doing? Will I continue asking
+ Questions? Would I be anyone if I didn't?
+ There comes a time when questions end
+ And silence falls, and thinking settles in
+
+ So Fish and birds and boys From the mouths
+ Of babes, so they say, our mouths sing out The algae
+ On the pond obscures its depths The sky becomes
+ A mirror. Look into it and see the deadness in
+ Your eyes black pools themselves
+ The void you stare into is your own self
+
+ Uh where were we where were we going as we walked
+ Down this long road of life toward an uncertain
+ Future the mountains in the distance gray and
+ Uninviting the clouds over them flashing sometimes
+ With lightning or something more sinister even
+ Exit Stage Left said whoever does it matter
+ I'm losing steam and I'm not even
+ Halfway to the finish of the thing that I've set out
+
+ To do I've got to bloop the scoop
+ The billabong and scrape away
+ To swain, to swoon, to fall and noop and
+ Fraer the skeed, the tome to day
+ The wioup and barn and skiddle tree
+ And Friday Farmers From the Farm
+ All swan, and poit the yardle dard but
+ Rolly under Portal vram ried
+ A hundred hours won't be enough to hide it
+
+ A shadow falls, the sunlight fades
+ A hundred hours, maybe more
+ The users and the borograbes
+ Are cold and don't know where to go
+
+ I'm trying hard not to have writ
+ About my writing, but now have
+ It's where all of my poems flit
+ Or fly toward Death, or else they give
+
+ Another theme, like God or words
+ Or (really old ones) poorly made
+ Rhymes on lines that end in no
+ Particular spot: lemonade
+
+ Lemonade, lemonade lemonade lemon-
+ Ade, lemonade, lemon, aid, aide,
+ Le mon aide, lem, on aid, lemon
+ Aid, lemonade lemonade lemonade lem
+
+ Stradovus grabovus oof lol bragivus
+ One two three and four hundred fifty
+ Great knees, great salt, devries, diamond
+ Gold Silver Lapis Lapidary Vibing dollar
+
+ a ba ca da ea fa ga
+ ha ia ja ka la ma na
+ oa pa qa
+ ra sa ta
+ ua va wa xa ya za aa
+ One hundred Ten Thousand One Million
+
+ Am I Gertrude Stein Yet?
+ Am I Stertrude Gein Yet?
+ Have You Read To Here Yet?
+ Have You? Have You? Bet.
+
+ My dreams are not super whatever
+ I said to the man on the plane's wing
+ Wind whistled past a gloomy tune
+ I couldn't hear him over it he was
+
+ Over the wing over the plane on the
+ Sea on the log on the bump on the bottom
+ Of the log with the frong and the mirror
+ The mirror the mirror the echo the mirror
+ Mirror light laser beam look mira mira
+ Bleed on the glass blooms a rose grew from concrete
+ Or something I can't remember wasn't listening
+ Wasn't paying attention anyway watching the counter
+ Click by the taxicab of life ferrying us over
+ And over and yes, again over the wheel
+ The catherine wheel catherine cathy what was it she
+ Said Rats? Scats? Bats? Gnats? Slap
+ The fat, render the scat, drink the cat blood
+ Under your mat a bad rap
+ Okay okay okay okay, ohana means family
+
+ And family means family beans family family
+ Strains to come together to mean anything
+ There is no me or you or they or he or she or us
+ Anymore only the family only the blood only
+ The covenant only the sheep only the glistening
+ The Battlefield stench rising to the sky the
+ Moon red as blood of fallen soldiers presiding
+ Over the mass thick with smoke with viscera
+ With dripping fat rendering again and again and
+ Still under it all the earth turning in hate
+
+ Solid hate black as dirt
+ Black black as space stretching into the core
+ Of the world of the sea of the sand of the
+ Wizard's heart yawning a maw of a mass of
+ A hole of meat of death of doom
+ Beating heart thrumming its drum in the dark
+ Too many flies to kill them all
+ Too many demons to exercise
+ Their mouths yawn open filled with pus and
+ Bile and boiling over with maggots
+
+ Mask them muzzle them put them away
+ Find them again another day Disease
+ Disease don't look in the mirror and say Its name
+ Three times
+
+ Disease
+
+
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