JUXTA 17
JUXTA/ELECTRONIC #17
Editors: Ken Harris, Jim Leftwich
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Vincent Ferrini
from DEUS EX MACHINA
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Centaurs & Others
Stallion MOODY
mere OPINION Mare
Pony Androgyne
Bloody Greek theatres at large
& Pagan Latinium orgies
hind hooves trampling Computer faces
into their dry manures (splashed new-age
junk) moaning Mantras for rain
each fed
festivals
& galactic matings
mixing forms &
functions
unheard of combinations
O FLESH OF THE OLYMPIANS!
the Cyber-mind desperately craving
b o d y
the umbilical ones at the trough sucking their wordlings
bloated at the mirror Screens of the Shallows
for the outlawed senses
Or bored with the Real
starved for Power from Humans
Blowing the cobwebs in the Head
Cybermaids engulfing
patron's control in her orifices
all genders included
cockeyed fantasies
O Athanor for
the hip masses
home metamorphoses to
the final emancipation
& the elimination of Poverties
the speed of Light ahead
& corralling the Cosmos!
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MARQUED
an actor off stage
on
each one
scripting
& Self
starring
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THE MOVIE OF THE MAJOR LEAGUES
Boundaries are Super Sacred
the Nation is Supreme
& Cybersage is playing without the net
speed balls knocking out
restrictions of the game
(the information in those handheld planets
are knocking out
the ultimate Control of King country
the Ethnic is losing is Position
on the Score Board
Democracy is down
by a Left Slam
& the Annunciation of the Innate Anarchy
.. the diehard Contenders still competing
against the Invincible Champion
stuck in Memory's Diskette
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WIND WORK
Lao Tzu on the phone
how are you doing
Down in the dumps picking up graven collages
& household altar pieces
you're at home there
no, buried in 3 blizzards
& a 4th one due tonight
my backdoor's barricaded
claustrophobia attacking me
irritations clamming me put
so many books under my roof
demanding attention
are you lacking money
no
it's the atom against the daily
governing
in the atom is the bomb
ahyes the power in the tiniest
sit in the snow bareass to melt it
wait, today is the 12
in the Little Zen Calendar it says
'Don't draw another's bow, don't ride another
horse, don't mind another's business'
Ta hui
it's a great day
if you had not phoned
I would have missed this day's purpose
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for you, out there -
I woke up in the picturehouse of an Egyptian
Sarcophagus
with my second lover reading Hieroglyphics
as I scan
the Panels of Osiris
measuring the History of the Constellations
backwards
one of His Panels is the boudoir
one of the Ladies in Waiting is me
my ex is marking interpretations
in the black spaces between Millenniums
I am on the Bed of the Dead
Osiris is vulcan hot in our Double Reign
as I study the Murals
pointing out that Death is a Bad Dream
earthlings suffer
he is whispering psalms in the ears
of my Is/is
I don't mind being his Blood Sister
there's no TIME between us
& no SPACE in our arms & loins
are the deeps of your ears open
This screen is six partitioned
Holocausts of Knowledge
his rod is my Kaleidoscope
I'm his designing colorations
without this communing
films of whirling dust
Ah this Starry Sarcophagus enacting our
additional life
in death
Stones Speaking!
& you turned us off
PART TWO
THE BIG WON
GOD & the DEVIL
evenly matched
on one side of the Court
Good's crowd
the other Evil's cohorts
& on, the Internet, www, the millennium
the upstarting Logos
on the navel tubes
the radiois
the newspapers
by eyes, ears & words of thought
the Cross-overs!
by Shakespeare's count-
a Draw)
**********
to you www Pro
now the Buff-makers
digging out the Deepsongs
heard sounds of the alphabet
in cool gangs
the Organs know
have no music for
for the miners in the BODY
the multitudes
are outdistanced
from
do grab onto
slip off into
down or up
& somnolescence cushions
am I seasoned?
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Lorelei
My lap Lady's my stripper
she's peaches & pussy
& my real dream
.until we bought her
my life was meat & potatoes
she's a hot nerve in my head
I'm permanently obsessed
cant get enough of her
you dont know what
she's gonna come up with
she guides my sleep
& my questing
she's my religion
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Dear Dream Depository
3 video cassettes
in black eyeglass cases
that deva Bell
ourchased
from a myth-maker
he passed me the tapes
& sped off
they were my
3 eyes
& I was nowhere
about
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Ms. Softwear's Gifts
a little Chinese tea cup
Moonshining
& a silver dew-dropper
at the end of a rosary chain
for solitary dialogues
we drink from
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The Game of C Notes
thonk
thank
thunk
thunk
swish
swash
mine
yours
yours
mine
gone
beginning
SLAMMED
shut
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NIGHT'S DOMINIONS
Elfin calculus
mad as a toy's frontier/
Pandora's been shoved aside
(her box invaded / she's fooled them with
her tinsels)
by benighted spectators
rummaging her entrails
(what women cannot deliver
her mice can)
the male & female constituents
at behest of something else
as enjoyable as continual friction
without responsibilities
& beyond
the law's definitions
surpassing the blueprint of
SEX
or the extra properties Love
is indifferent to)
(the perfume of fingerfucking keys)
the eyes jitterbugging in her algebra
DAY is circumscribed & avoided
& discarded
into the Atom's apertures
ah the interstellar tubes
Cybercoitus
(for all ages of the Dead)
at the borders of before any Deity
arrived
& set the rules
splitting seconds & firsts & missing
the meaning
BEING
once the Christ, the buddha &
the leap of Chancing
no more
virtual Virgin
corralling
eyes at the speed of thought
at the Gates of the Unimagined
bringing
in
WHAT NEVER WAS
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ARIA
Fame is passe
so are cells
& skin
& verve
so are poor trees under
stupendous waterfalls
of words
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the Underneath
the kid is
blocked
in a glued
culture
((guns, gods, dynamite, & drugs))
Chaos dammed in cheating
& the holy signs
nailed to plastics
the outerspaces vomit
lies having a Reign beyond Life
(frozen in digital tombs)
(the Mother
floating as St Teresa's figure
on seizures of the Kids
night escapes)
skating on hailstones
bullet burps flung alive
on billboards of dreamers
the city is blanketed by
the rats sticking their nostrils
out of cracks in skull floors
the Bank has knocked off Hermes
erection & stored it in the Vault
the digits have as their Godhead
the kid has a moniker
safe with his Red Squirrel
he secretes in the attic of his
sanctuary prepared
for the next Plague
his brother is programming for
the Coming civilization
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the Crack
the golding of the green
the green is bursting with
the scum of mankind
as a curse at the tendrils
the tendrils choke
on spitting out
the Sun's red gold
the killed Child's tears
the fissure in the blood
the dollar cannot heal
the nightworld all ways Night
on the one track
the death of the green shoot
as a film on the lake
on the eye balls
& on the storms of frustrations
the light too bright to sink in
the matter of emotion
yet the green of the gold
has the gold as gift
the Night is sharing
in the cracks of intuition
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Fore
the night lit world
is Gravity
pulling
the weeds
are in charge
greeders
the prophets
have abdicated
& the silence
the STABLES
of the electroic
seductions
the crematorian mists
of the half
alive smoking
to view
the dawnings
& the Moonrise
**********
The Red in the Flag
The smartass box
is our Altar
running on white corpuscles
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O Shrine
uncanny
& dumb
yet frisky
as a salamander
studying what
move
into foreign
in/scaping
**********
Cut Song
the student's girlfriend
is 13
& she
is beginning
to distract
him
from
his obsession
with the
mouse
**********
Picolina
Lady of Gadgets
sensitive as a Monarch's wings
you filed me
into your wizardry's
overview
of plots
& plannings
for the moment
when It
is with the Day's moods
& motions
are synchronizing
with ours!
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Astral Boon
The solar configurations
have Death's appetite
the ego is helpless against
& facing the network warriors
single handed
dying win
**********
ground
song
language
heating
rice
&
beans
for
the
masses
&
meta-meat
for
dessert
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AFFLATUS withinwithout
Beatific
is
our
Constellation
LYRA
zephyrs
under
our
Wings
going through barriers!
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COVENANT
c
r
i
s
i
s
:
Lilith
Prescience
of
the Object
drive belated
Other
for this exalted
M A T T E R
on our
Terms
P
r
i
m
a
l
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Kid Pegasus
The sustaining revolution
parents learning from their children
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Bumper Stickers off the Faces
the telepathers are sitting on the Lotus
of the Andes
the Shamanites in retreats of Healing
the Angels in the Books of 2 Worlds succeeding
on transcendent picayunes
they have booths in the supersuper
Jesus is HERE & HE is pissed off
Credos fear the Second Status
CATASTROPHE's are Friends under cover
WILL THERE BE ENOUGH FOR ME
Unhappy, Try Lady Catch o the Day, or Man
Words are Windows
Homeless? Unamerican n insulting
Children and the Aged are expendable, too taxing
!get these unfucking placards off our eyes!
wideopen confessionals for masturbators
easiest and best poetry loose
U 2
cybercells not immune to infections
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ONME
I'll meet you
at Tightweb
Or
the Net's Chinnois
better still
How about the Lunch Pad
no, I'd prefer
Nightingale's Key
too bourgeois
quit's Joint
dont be cute
Cyber Cafe
we'll decide
when we meet
where-
Applecore's
checkmate-
cant wait
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THE CHOSEN PERSONAE
in the Dream
my Beloved is my deity
& we have a Child
without sexual union
she is in happiness
& so am I
but the child
seeking his own Image
is visiting homes
where he is dreamt of
children take circumstances
differently
he cannot
he is in love
with Insight
he travels in a sleep
that is awake
he has no sense of time
except when he arrives
in the Beloved's dreaming
or in mine
as the Genius
behind the real & the meta-real
is unwinding tales
on the stage
of L Y R A
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Lovelight
the Festivals of galaxies
thundering scenes of fiery
evolutions
before the infinite deepest
Eye of the Child
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O Kyakutake
as you passed around us
(I was in my kayak
on the original Water
I filled my pipe
with your gnosis
sojourn)
in my sleeping
the sharks of Astronomy
are reading
what you confided
to my night
one is going to hit
the Astrological jackpot
stuck in cosmic glue
**********
Co-axial
The Temple of Numbers
born of Madonna Renaissance
& Father Heraclitus
rests in midair
stark White & broken up
by human hubris
Look for those parents
in a SEACITY island
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The Third Party
Hon ee
the droning hum
I'm lonely
of incubus
come to bed
to incubus
I'm reading
the pause
the poet's
between the two
e-mail
is disturbing
you can do that
she's forgotten
tomorrow
he's being
after we sleep
screwed by gods
I'm in the moment
the box is happy
as he is
he's entranced
I'm tied to his words
& so is the writing
& they're hotter
she's in a slow sleep
than I am
he's bent over
& closer to you
his arms around the box
be patient
night's going away
sweetie
the light's on
dont interrupt
she taps him on the neck
Okay
I'm off to work
I'm going to dreamland
hon ee
& dont you stir me
see you later
aw pussy
sorry ba by
this bird's
I couldn't let go
got me hooked
he's a weaver
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3 Songs via Snailback
the film-
it's me
but
I am
not
in
it
one's leaning
over
the globe
& writing
his name
upon
the hillside
stripped to the bone
another flesh
is waiting
**********
The Flea Market
Bottling
thought
as perfume
then taste
smell
touch
sight
& hearing
all
For Sale
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The Last Library
possessing
a gold chest
decorated
alphabets of the languages once in use
inside, the ruins of holy isms
a single book
The Encyclopdia of Woman's Myths
& Secrets
**********
for what
as cells listen
so do machines
copulate
clackin
**********
programming
molecules
ganging up
on static flights
for complete
possession of
the outgoingincoming
river of
being first
when the last
has cashed
in
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XTRA XTRA
Ureeka
uropa
Ur-reighing
the epic dimensions
in the fists of the masses
metal containers
in elegant designs
scooping newspapers
via Z/Z/Z
and pre-alphas
duplicating
the Brain's terrain
& chemistry
- the divine Science
Astrologia
taking on Charon
& the Styx
aha even
Gotama's Lotus
on the Royal Chair
Anarchy's Dreaming
(hard&soft)
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footnote:
Pioneering an
ultra
civilization
bad emotions
hindsight
karma obstacles