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THE UNITED STATES FLAG                               a var. on PW's ghost "I wanta hold your hand" I want to pull two tape strips off new window pane I want to peel the brains off a snail I want to filch lightbulbs and turn, in turn I want to grab on vellocipedes full steak sandwich I want a total toad & glempsh I want fool food & ice windows I want the winter skate to go off I want keys I want orange valuables I want a planet of pill I want nobody nowhere nothing I want silly & serious pencils & type I want a gloatable globe I want troublefreesome fins & tail I want U.S. Mail I want a tub, tube, tuba, & lukewarm tea I want bendable fenders in calendars I want the star at the very tip I want friendful windows providence I want imaginary life-box with eye-hole I want different piece each ones' lunch I want fur turtle on green dresser overlooking bed I want turter I want tah-baby famous U.S. I want poltergeist congress-free I want the gin of roller albums I want mirror with rheostat I want the cat black in my wall purple I want pimple I want people I want bluesky underhair contest I want a line on cornball cosmos "I want to live!" she choked out anyhow I want wife & life - no gripes - no knives I want movie plastacine I wanta get blasted! I want novel nose-wipe I want crabs in pipes make music I want goose it! I want a, b, c, slots & tabs I want the news crapper I want bug snapper I vant peggd drums I want yards dangerous hair I want learn perfecto all-purpose con I want a green lawn I want to roll I want all the poles here I want nobody's tones / thrones        throw me in with all I want, am, & groove!        throw, I approve!                                           25:II:64                          EVERLEY FORMATION         (a sonnet) O! how pea-brain flattery you are (sea sludge siege won by arts) nothing - a tin moth turret - fuzzing tunnels - tubas with headlights lamps - are multiform colored - sewage at your age I swallowed to laugh right too bad you lost past time in a wind match that was a good catch please ANTS - tied a cultural balloon the knots in my ball eyes hard to tie sponge & freeze me in a chemical whorehouse this is the danger plated door keeps opening I widened my duodenum by pressing I galloped into time vial, step, ladder, & beaker                                  circuit-breaker I need wet sleep       (sandwich: steep & red                  read me! see you!   (clout)   I found you!                                                             26:III:64         It Fluoresced white day, I felt depressed & poems I feel I'm      going to   scream & threw up!                I got out of the bath tub...        (cut) cat of black disappearance eyes winked & colored furniture appear eyes, & beeswax, & tears in the knit-stockings patented - all patented & greased & cat, the windows & pain ("in"  or  "feeling no")    or paint   (redness) Beeps. buzzer went off in the Red Flower Terror Pot       melancholia & melon drips  drops moltens          no tears! Awake I learned: mucilage  mergansers  mercury                 (green stamp) mudhuts of interest Black Fabians.  House Orifice.  Pimple BloodSheet.      Scared Rice.  Blonde Scarcities.  Edgar's Eclair Sanctity. If you own Sound-Bodice, I shall hunt your closets.           with a pencil & (held close) sneer at its eraser              Body C's          Class Belts $24.95              Pedals   (still alive!)    Permits. This poem is "about" nothing "means" everything                               (or an assortment tray)           but admit it's silly colored                  won't alarm-buzz or "head"               & can not be hung on your wall.                                         -- 25:VII:64         eye bona I've got a cat & a head    in bed try my head for a bonas bolas, try my head for a bonas bolas hive I try living in a hive I try the bolas for eyes, in bed hive is head, hive is. bed is lie. life of bed at night is out of hive of eyes eyes have hands out of hive hands of hive life bod. bod in bed     life high   thru bolas bonas of eyes    hive: bona fide eye hive life in the high bed      hands bolas bona fide a bonas. a bone.           -- 5:XI:64         Lovecraft sonnets           1. hand imagination have the insane running feebly tumbled white information engulf singular heads seldom transferred the streets but personality resentment exchange growths were fashion collapse will welcomed grandmother flattened the abnormality forms had bobbing the owing for either but dun't to some tippler advisable head races from one and architectural fixed kind Hammond's contact thought humped false morning that changed get dissatisfaction timidity that doubts continuous of Akeley with up             2. the Greenfield into eventually of as Pleasant discouraging human inquiry organs first with elsewhere man suppose with visible myths waters fiendish learned something bedroom mostly quiet mountain about side terror dreaded bed much offensive a-postin' early snipped cries could where grinned through midnight her key are comet's slid proceedings perusal complete course eons know what bobbing in heard interview cast the he nature unutterable watchers an very vain horrible city                          -- 20:XII:64              Noon Shed this day is grin machine shed powder red rust over every thing girl & tree                 (slow moons ocher snuff & ideas I breathe past beauty kicks?         (on an armor slat sky & the mine-disaster printed on a dark tin wafer                     -- 6:I:65              Noon Print morning in lunch   time bread or        tobacco birds watching the ceiling for changes                      in white                  ( or whirl-beasties ) I'm     never over                 come by prophecy I stomp down (any turns) street town                     -- 19:I:65         THE REPEAT PAPER (or carbon glans) opening the book paper attic eye glasses break & break glow worm bodice in a tree lights late lakes & I find lights in the map in twigs, in mist, in wire rain      * * * how can say "hopeless"? two tan noses to every... rose scarlet scar bottled in brine I & 3 mouses furred to get out of the way the rolling dome elevator in snap tree      * * * tissue star plots in St. Garth France? "I was framed!" bullets crome ability to laze billet & green awning for it? that was noble that was orange that & the other wimpled dark child that rod red couldn't that was funny & flesh & stupid that stored tin wisdom to rolld foil & avalanche us that was image & liquid & grand lost      * * * in, He was tub in embarassment     but I opened the book     free & bluely & torn glass dormer     this would world the night to laugh be     curious ceiled room     to steam Apollinaire -- 23:II:65         PINKS red night the bees are working in the black room * * * the sneeze didn't come before I wanted to finish writing the words came * * * it doesn't echo the cigarette smokes * * * the ceiling isn't happy smoke gets smaller & smaller til finally you can't                                       (gets swallow see it * * * shrill hand of talk buttons the cobra's eyes -- 1:III:65         THE PAST WRESTLER     (cuts out of                               Beatitude Anthology Apollinaire In a chair... & then one breast... there's nothing to say the poets union as for me...hmmmmm... from her lips out of corners nuts, skin bolts, clanking in his stomach turn off TV if nothing else there as I am high to see what happens household mustard is few wash with my eyes there are ways there have been too many years try to forget last night. broke it up glancing at me happily the Baltimore sun said I am like a mask of jelly in your arms was once a man who shouted across tables we can't know eel grass, tough shells the sky empty send this poet to Mexico his society's gone to pieces in his belly pillow has turned to stone as the cock flies Edgar Allen Poe, don't worry about growing old just a minute I'll get a new set of pajamers -- 7:III:65         THE ODE AS BLENDER the clock has fallen/come in to the wrong winter summer appears but I say   but hello but spin a nickel on sheer nerve wood floor & promptly fall    over down on the polish 0, so, the sky is caul-blue & we have no tobacco on our knees              (with knees bare tuesday will wait, also thursday   & friday rear itself again a young'un But I said also but "too late!" the car is an escapade we didn't reach rolling the window down a dark corridor to attics & childish cache of amber                    ( a "LOVES YOU" etched cinder) I roll over (what I mean really  turning the page expect find roses a balm of feeling  "real rage"   "pure"   &  "for once"    [When the pipes    Stop leaking    I'll give you a sandwich] & there's no beer Danish or otherwise I'll fight    those guys "over a girl" late    ("stinky dull letters!") & later scream for      far from my watch in the windowsill try to hear the sun move & listen (since you're calm & sweating at work & streets away)  (on the beach cold water) to the terrible hot slat "next-door"    the children trying out their tribe & amazing various screeches -- 3:V:65

NOTABLE & MOBILE VIRTUES                      1. the poem is set in 13 pages long in 11 sections                                     (scotch tape veterans)     it reminds me of my own     dry head hung over the sink & it seems to be like him & was written by Frank O'Hara                                    "even" the bar flies                shrieked thru the shred                        shed rolling                their won -- where?           is that mysterious colume of beer?           I hear of it                       is supposed to support the              white (lay) house & the president's stink beard I had (said) lunch (was) boring plates... seepage of friend squid??!! Put down that brittle radiator                               lump or I'll call you: GENERAL!           (Grand-Dad, Beat off!) How's your Ma! How's (you're here?) how's your arm Grand-Old Violet Concert Hall school for, finally gave up on                                   my heart on my sleeve        my conducting-activity of the "Certified                                       Rest Room"  was bad        they loud-spoke in public      despite all                         my attention to blank rooms of                         total anxiety & breakfast activity I found sex alone in a room full of clean white photographic paper   Greasy Pumpers were calld & came.   "New Metal Moon" ?   Have you seen the Arensbergs lately, well I'm at the Motel   most all the time spent in sundays & summer & surf   Wait'll next campaign & the Seasonal Ball-Fiends come            in          please        Yes barcarolle & summit & mold touch leaves, it pleases me                        2. Put out that candle, it lights out my shadow.          "thank you"   (thank you)    THANK YOU!! I playd pranks on my brother                             (in law) but stank differently                                         (& stood & thought) It was cool so I opened (straight)                up the window      light was a cell & the nurses visited my                        & playd with my chemistry                                        set things & sat clapping & "tomfoolery" gentian mist & pert lapping fronds a broken bottle (crash!) my eyes to the window    "It was black, so black, & I seemd to move                                  (light was a wall)                    differently" was all he said backing away                        3. the mist collapsed & I sighted some body's Grammaw was (I said it) all in the purple one, the book kept next                                       to the fish glass he said it all        forever & forever & next monday    the tables'll be turnd                      then, you filth - forgetting your mouth & your                                                        mother     She reminded me so skillfully  ( a motor)            of my rubbers but I kicked & fell in the slush         could stay then home all snowball-day after throwing up      now the school is "historic-scenic" & a deserted car-barn                                           (distorted foolscap) Do you own "Donald Duck 1939" ?  I wish could                          remember my mumbledy-peg routine                           & last turn & clear & pedal                          "accomplished"  "decent"  gestures                          4. Dave leakd the tank without paying for the gas. the stock market report described a new distribution coming up     the horizon     a flight of mysterious discs ("I was over wrestling")       glint-eye & expressionless                           5. I searchd purchase Flemish brand Toothpaste, or socket-covered bees.                           6. Put down that scanner & come over here    (burr of sonar)   we're all in it!    (got it in)    (for)     a movie of SubJackers  pre -45    tall & hoorah     sub-U.S.  underwater patriotiam & dry underware &                                    multi sweaty flags     our balls are all rolld & "belayed" & stowed               we'll break 'em out later     ("a Fling at Pearl")     Lookout!  here comes cosmic-dread in the trousers of George                                                        Sanders                                   (later to be Kurt Jurgens)             it's bubbles! It's ping-juke & no sleep! it's trouble!        it's crush, bunk, sunky down here where's                          my LAVA bar   & Lana-Roll ? My conductor's stripes, the sly evening launch                                    & the last Jap dance band                           7. Dickie launched the rubber, constructed as a "homer" , we couldn't                                           believe our eyes!           "In a rut!", I shouted, ''Watch more TV!"    We hooted & wept & watched Dick Tracy                                          honing his jaw the "penny-candy section" of his doctoral dissertation I enjoyed the russians' loop in space & our latest lead block, I leand back her skin peeld & she smartened             up a lot of skin gone over since last          year of the skin-pops, teeth mags, & illegal length knives the streets carved out of granite without me knowing it How does that strike you? Green Greek Cards, pen ends.                                  How do you feel about... Hand me that roller. Are you a doctor?                                  I wanta enjoy all this                                    ................... 19:VI:65

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