Filmy aesthetic

Film my aesthetic, you can use until,
your sister destroys a clever brother's disorder.
Friday, more guilt, an animal is banned,
and she could appear, to hide his hurt.

Make and lead her temper, dysfunctional companion,
Never will I manipulate, since,
from a period of art,
how darkly, no sad men come yet.

Question under way,
Problems, a time they confronted him.

Should I cuddle impulsively, imagine form?
Some original experiment there,
like kids resenting your calm body.

Sure we would try cooking,
sweets with a favorite movie.

Mother crush your bold friend
Observe, walk feel a subject,
then investigate a surface in G.

Why hate?
You could draw me for mad.


with Pareena Lim 7/8/2006, 19, 20, 21

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  The Muse Poems:

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Hard thin language

Hard thin language, cries
"You dust your electric model.
  But you never understood 'Howl'."

Need we end this dazzle?
Die! I know who has the nerve,
Yodel, as I sculpt society.

They want a horny bed of empty mouths,
   so lets write a wry mean joke,
The key is glorious,
   women's praise buys the storm.
See the obsessive killer dance,
   Insanity behind trust.

The new young street balances life,
Avoid his enormous sibling head.
Talk blinds men.
   gives luscious soft color, always.

Make an impression like peace.
We need our sculpture.
Worry, if mind paints an opportunity.
   finger composed to seed live rules.

Smoke this fool red.
Your canvas phobia pains me.
   See out from night ritual.

with Pareena Lim, 7/18/06, 22, 23, 24

  The Muse Poems:

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Always scratch . . .

Are we scratching?
Concede hope!
Take care Sir,
For scraps, see to your partner,
     then our empty bowl.

We won't confront her.
Come,
     you and I can't destroy, then have a parting.
Clever problems almost have captured . . .
     when he sees disorder and tells us,
     his favorite instrument, is sense.

Use a dormant silhouette,
     show a mellifluous electric language.
Canvas will empower your subject
Observe, Find, Improve,
     we will write dirty.

Is Doctor less than a friend?
Never dry smoke a companion.
Stick to every limpid loser.
A happy analyst, Mama,
     gets out amid good progress.

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Sleep, walk under worry,
     so investigate when reverse,
Ugly emotion was idea.

In good grace, sculpt his past.
Come if serious,
     how questions mount models of Job.

What dust of process languished,
     since a glorious angel said,
"See, see you'll improve, you'll see soon here,
Wild boor, from my sculpture."

Crass Anger, this obsequious kid,
     caught childhood delusions,
We'll trust and share like you."

Skirting anger,
     grandchildren would trash when right.
Make messed up peace, a grown-up abuse.
Understand aggressive raw sound.

Only imagine a surreal film . . .
     drunk killers still have want, . . .
Confront the edge of observation.

I never cared to paint men.
Eat. Fast.
Up comes my opaque sanguine sleep.


July 19, 2006, with Pareena Lin, 46, 47, 48

The Muse Poems:

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