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Monday, January 17, 2011

Puny Companion . . .



Puny companion . . . chisel me,
choose, your concrete childhood,
Don't sour, until we've shared ancient thought.
try to be a girl.
Man, you do serve some fast rump . . . mellifluous . . .
hence never attach a watery silhouette of sound.

Marvelous blossom, forget him!
You howl! Soft, faithful drudgery is no threat to a young poet.
Try scandal, absurd color.

Model, investigate Peace!
An overbearing surreal fragment of original woman.
Sponge-faced Madman, compose questions!
Imagine sodden, trotting cuddles . . .
Scum! Try some positive desire!
The tedious weasel's secret measure.

Think and discover some degenerate form,
Out from your most respected parasite,
Stroke my mechanical nature.
Understand diversity and observe a way to follow your monstrous street.
It knows grandeur.

with Niki Rubin, 2/16/11, composed during a live performance at FunkBox, in NYC,  
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The Muse Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81



Note: This painting incorporates only part of this poem painted in white. The words in dark red are a separate work. Why combine? Ah . . . she loves having her utterances in print,and watching me work them this way and that, listening for other meanings. She enjoys celebrity, and utilizes every opportunity to let loose with a roll of curses, followed by doses of healthy advice.



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