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Leslie Bone

& mortal hot lovers  pot steam and  cream medallions hunger sex cross bow  status reign supreme in daydream ears here, the  vow bow steady spaghetti and sauce the boss looks pretty in vixen hours magic powers hee haw blah blah all night long winter song i’ve heard it before doors all knocked and rung,  spun like a  groove move croptop holding steady to the source,  die tarantula  mourn, blame flagrant a mystical conundrum  humdrum  in values  the crudence blackwater survival  no rival  but your own not pen ink but  the poem no home but  attics musted no crutches, just look tasty all pasty silent titties all castles due will crumble  all fumble true and potion, let’s  vacuum up  the dust.

hey aren’t you forgetting the wetting of the  street,  the sweet meat  spectacular  at dawn the prawn the crab the bone the shell  the  spell the sand the man the myth the cross the loss the opened sky their crying tears of anguish the spanish gold  and thensome the threesome mean and greenteen  the millennial boss lost at the truck stop doomed forever for now but milking the golden cow for never for silver starbucks capital  young buck money honey dripping  from bees  the freeze of november in october june wedding the meddling skyscraper lobby poor bobby give him a  speck don’t you forget numbers out  cold lol’d in museums under neon vacuum  glass lit tundra  out from under the weather all leather and  spells do tell

well, this is all casual. remember where you are don’t lead me down the spiral path, red white and black in your mind. cars racing towards the infinite night the spring stein plight the horse shoe revival  the gas gun turret cake

lakes and valleys piers and alleys rooms and tombs  forever now take this  cake and  run

-WGS

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Cool

sycamore tree persuasion i write nothing like dog days

it’s in me, win  me, poet softly  angelic  like windmills and ground pills in sick 3’s

if we begin and fling the bird, twice the herd thru the sky do or die the big bag breaking shaking  and leak, glisten and speak the jangle mangle, pumpkin pop, pudding drop rectangle in mouths, babes ensemble and sparkle through shoes divine in monkey hours, false prophecy  glad to see  you’ve made it,  pauper, prince, poet thief, grand relief grand harbor master pianos outspoken chosen by the branch my mary forgive me untangled,  not earned urned but ecclesiastic   fears and fucktastick  my power divine and cherry so wary in deep dungeons dark a spark and an arrow a drunk  trailer park  a gun and  a sparrow a tooth and  a grin gone shopping forever a millionaire’s spin and fling ding spaghetti  all greased up  and  pretty my mantra october my  stockings well known - my home gone forever my wrist flicked and dangled my parachute mangled my castle, unknown  my garden well-grown all prissed and medallioned my arthur,  d’artagnaned   my dragon well slain my carpet  insane my credit  card money my milk and my honey my twisted  unspilt heart that won’t quit through  rushing volcanoes  my mangy insane-o my pearls legit and quit  while we’re merry my convertible scary bless you, undress you the mountain   police in fleece and fur shiny  a spine and  a grimy  (shadows) from under my thunder cracks quick let’s  lick  the bullet and push it and fuel it through marches and motions my gambled parade hope we get laid  by the spirit magenta the godlike placenta  the vacuum, a mule (stay cool)

-WGS

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-WGS

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Palm

 hold out your palm

       jewels in your vacuum

       and pale false alarm

          pinned by your t-shirt

                   and various scars        

                     ruled by the ghouls

                          of the world

    show me the plan

        lubed from the tube

              and just making the scam

                  hungry for ladders

                       and cheap upper-hand

                             blue in the sacred dark

-WGS

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Concubine 8

flowers in the tundra packets of ice smoking in the boys room snapping the vice in your lap and there you go with the sap inside your wounds

candles in the parlor romanian pearls sandals in the cokeroom miami and curls potions in the bedroom look what you’ve done to her now

smiles in the casket cherry, veneer sneaking up the staircase a smooth chandalier she gets smoky and she hums all the words to albanian tunes            

hushes in the vacuum a crackle and tongue sweet vanilla bracelets my story’s begun and i’m back at the beginning with a sick ultraviolet sun

ivy on the mantle a mystical time holy is the perfume the bell as it chimes i’m singing death is but a number life is but an old episode

the cake is sweating pretty all elegant now i’m getting quiet, undercutting the eternal vow and i’m sweating at the funeral but my mind it was singing loud /                                    and low

-WGS

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Lyre

Doomless clock my babies clot my aim less lore my drain age plock my wicked chair my shat tered mirror my spider web my cup since re my pain less spear my voc ab drear my mast odon my mut ant gear my chande lier my pock et smear my stor y told my mold y lyre

-WGS

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Nicodemus

the salty hudson, her perennially filling my lust he had been dead for years and the magic hour was vanished

it hurt so bad to lose that magic kingdom so transluscent in my memory the perfect spectacle of light and honor mountains my space surrounded with brim cuticles, my hover board and my venus sword memory, my magic stick misshapen and forward my malleable personable and frenetic

haunted there is no sure way to prove this all gone in the beat of a drum all gone in a sniff of a hat all gone with the points on the rug

MY MAGIC BETTER  IN LIMBO FORWARD TRACE ANSWER STEPS

RAINBOW ALLIGATOR MAGIC BREAD HOLY COMMUNION BUTTER TOAST

I LOVE YOU PLEASE STAY FOREVER AND LEAVE ME BEAUTIFUL MAGIC SEEKING I WILL MEET YOU AGAIN WHEN THIS JOURNEY IS THROUGH, I’LL FOLLOW YOU TO THE NEW KINGDOM ONCE AND FOREVER

-WGS

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Eyes

Eyes in freaking wonder land burned at the satchel pond hers a fragrant more reluctant ly a different kind of currency a passion fruit... Youth and stature her ballgown dim her teardrop eyes big her hair dirty bronz her mouth cool and wet

-WGS

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Divide

girls of the highway my love is pneumonia my love is forthcoming i bet i don’t know ya all frequent division all terminent sand all leaks and precision all terminant band all full of the noise all passed on the bridge all leaks are destroyed through permanent itch all mermaid aside all choice is bermuda all wings are forthcoming all paled and computered all masking aside my moon calls me charlie my max calls me don, my peppermint, sally and rally we will in the turbulent oak my palindrome soaked, my mail man is lost and crossed is the vision the passion, the virtue my statue stays vacant my masculine, horseshoed and tied to the bridge with nose in the pantry and carried a smidge with the arrogant wedding and hold me, endeavored my mask it is bronson, my cherished forever, my paste is my stargum and harlequin lover buried in bluewaves carried endeavors all freeze with the ice age divide

-WGS

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Violet

it’s hard to be clever in the city circus smog and ringling covers let me tell you something my fragrance dim and bloody, you old fool i love you softly come to me gentle and set your smooth skin around me you vain defilers how i want you so give me sweet forgiveness, an open prayer to dismantle on the mantle gold and bronze for long days. i will not take by force of will i will use the force smoothly the spirit lovely the epitaph neon the low flying plane. they know nothing but wet context i rest my peace. i will conquer by means worthy of your eyes do not worry i will pull this length of tape rainbow colored and oxy moron, forever in triangles and violet shape fantastic. rivers cuomo and spandex at the brim. my nuisance recovered. vandaled in the art of knowing better. if you want my sweater slip through it and prove it til the vague dawn descends. ultraviolet caring in fresh fields forever in troubador traveler’s checks opened muddy, and bright.

-WGS

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The End

note box shadow tangle sting of whipped cream pie and triangle flourished and sasquatched my tongue leveled and peeling with percussion and ivory towers and bath salt …. beautiful mistress in the hannibal love potion magic hour i’m steaming projected and tar feathering morning noon and night. steambell hum and close rattle. my mind is stung with barbecue sauce and saranwrap pulsating on kitchen floors and shining tight. but really, let me go my moonflower spangles and softs in tufts and prairies, singing and dangling through flower pot magic time shogun hour (now) …. this is new moon repeating myself viciously streaming poetic in the crystal ton night my chest, bare floored and claw feathered freaking in miracle heat comfort zone and ferrari bed.

-WGS

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Peace

There will come a time when

      you look out your window in

                                    haste

                       Only to see trees

                   and vast emptiness.

                            The true white

                                       wonder.

                   And you’ll think, where

                       has all the madness 

                                              gone?

                           Those people, those

                               ghosts on my trail,

                                     where are they 

                                                   now?

                           And this strange cool

                                                   peace

                                           will descend

                                          on you vividly,

                                            making room

                                               for progress

                                            in the best way.

-WGS

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Sometimes

you might hear glimmers of that old shadow

smoking, coal night fumes

and it will lie with you gently when you cut up your former self

but listen to it gleam in shadow orchestras, vagrant

your old self spewing the convertible and the midnight sun

forge ahead. rafter and blue toast your milk is misleading by the twilight after hour

interest and pigment, banana and bloom

my mistress is shuffling and this cool morning is hunger flaming in the stain glass fume

what i mean to say is we cloak this shadow wisely and move past indifference splitting the difference swallowing the tango

if this is gentle, i look for more and cram it through my skull

my baby blaring swollen and fierce

rainbow days abcdefg hijklmnop qrstuvw xyz

-WGS

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Waltz

my freelance spaghetti is getting cold don’t forget your carnal vacuum, Stacy I quit with the wick in hand, obvious to doomsday sayers, layers with the smooth gum and alphabet sauce

you’re lucky, you know that? i got freeze in cherrybomb platters and this is the warning with guests at the tables

No, No, No, she says wicker and moon-head stickers and moon-sauce

I will not be a victim cherished and bombarded with call letter answer mail

This is the new future, california wicked divine I wash my hands and step off to the night

This is railroad fuck-crack spaghetti talk and I’m having none of it with your batting lashes and magenta paint

But really, legs in the night your picture carved up nonsensical and weird

I wish you well, do tell the story when I’m not around I’m sure someone will laugh and I won’t hear a sound If the music will play all gay in the night I’ll surely be with it my lamp shining bright Your pressure ferrari dim-litted still Your dad without warning washing his pill down with the soap, the soda-filled noise the red-headed morning the car full of boys the ballad to nothing the waltz of the year the macho messiah   drinking his tears the homeland spaghetti cooling at dawn the masks of our fathers, trying them on

etc

-WGS

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Rake

Rake and Philadelphia murder the moon

Ask me for forgiveness but she’s changing her tune

Madness in the muscles an arrogant knife

Cold cut in the music with a passenger’s knife

Blood and California I can’t stop it, veneer

Razor-headed warning I can’t stop it, Jamal

Raised and pterodactyl with her music and pearls

Bucking through the faucet with her traction and curls

Mirror-headed waitress I can’t fuse it just yet

Glasses and pneumonia I can’t choose it just yet

I can clumsy all the footsteps I can figure it out

I can ask another mattress I can fake it all out

Going down to Glasgow with a peppermint wife

Going down to Glasgow with an innocent wife with a treacherous wife alive in each ear with a diamond to spill and a future to spear and a world to shatter and an airplane to steer and a color to splatter and a master to fear

let’s fight

-WGS

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Flower

Flower and Bone her mistress cologne a mystical rambler sweet bugsy malone

Flower and cone sprinkles and drone matchsticks in the mattress, a priest on the phone

Flower and bone sneakers and stones mystics with the lipstick in the paranoid zone

Flower and ice hours of vice jamming down the pudding in a world of your own

-WGS

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Do Not

be tempted by the rich sounds of rock and roll

be, however,  your

purest self

wild and principled

wry and arrogant simple but pleasant astounding and magnificent

i hold a candle to the rich dawn fragrant and merciless beautiful and slim careful and cunning cute but callous

but lover, sail out across the green rich moon toot the bell horn of significance of rising tide balloon feast morning.

what have you.

you have me.

but you can’t spell

and you can’t count.

too bad.

-WGS