Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
        Jesus! The concrete's
        all dust -- I commanded you
        clean out the temple,
        not bomb it!
       
        Jesus
        in the parking lot
        holding the keys to Hades

                                                                                                                i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats
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Jesus
in the parking lot
holding the keys to Hades


Jesus
it's tough
finding parking in Hades
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Jesus
it s tough
finding parking in Hades

Finding a place
to rest my spirit
Is difficult in Hell
Ashes to ashes  
Dust to dust
Edgy sayings
“Inspirational" stuff 
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    Finding a place
    to rest my spirit
    Is difficult in Hell
   
    Finding place
    Sitting
    Whoosh... there goes my spirit  

                                                                                                                i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats
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Finding place
Sitting
Whoosh... there goes my spirit


Placing my find
on the seat
I scull another scotch
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Placing my find
on the seat
I scull another scotch

Rhodes scullers find
scotch in pint glasses
attracts hawks, peacocks
and the grey bird shitting in the fountain
It could be worse
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Rhodes scullers find
scotch in pint glasses
attracts hawks, peacocks
and the grey bird shitting in the fountain

Scullers from Scotland
collect grey bird shit;
with hawk and peacock it adds
smokiness to the peat.
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Scullers from Scotland
collect grey bird shit;
with hawk and peacock it adds
smokiness to the peat.

collections for Nauru
home to bird shit, smoke
and angels too tired to fly
It could be worse
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collections for Nauru
home to bird shit, smoke
and angels too tired to fly

tired angels fill the sky
pale and formless phantoms
smokey billows wafting, aimless
observing shit below them
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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tired angels fill the sky
pale and formless phantoms
smokey billows wafting, aimless
observing shit below them

tired angels
spin thread: cirrus clouds
and smoke
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tired angels
spin thread: cirrus clouds
and smoke

cloud-thread woven
smoke-screen tapestries
sunrise rainbow-sky
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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cloud-thread woven
smoke-screen tapestries
sunrise rainbow-sky

My sunrise sky a tapestry
woven from smoke
and rainbow clouds
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My sunrise sky a tapestry
woven from smoke
and rainbow clouds

Weaving from smoke to smoke,
the shiny pretty fox threads
leaf and stem with piss --
in his mouth, the cony bows.
On the pond, the duck waits.
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Weaving from smoke to smoke,
the shiny pretty fox threads
leaf and stem with piss --
in his mouth, the cony bows.
On the pond, the duck waits.

The pretty fox weaves threads
of leaf stems into forest scenes
ducks on the pond, a shiny cony
and a hunter's bow in flight
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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The pretty fox weaves threads
of leaf stems into forest scenes
ducks on the pond, a shiny cony
and a hunter's bow in flight

My dreams of foxes, ducks, and forest scenes;
Make this nuclear holocaust,
Better

                                                                                                                i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats
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My dreams of foxes, ducks, and forest scenes;
Make this nuclear holocaust,
Better

Holocaust once meant
a burnt-offering, a fire
around which we dance.
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Holocaust once meant
a burnt-offering, a fire
around which we dance.

While Far Away Friends Celebrate Summer

Last winter's woodpile
offers up its last flame
to the lake's first ice.
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While Far Away Friends Celebrate Summer

Last winter's woodpile
offers up its last flame
to the lake's first ice.

Winter has left at last,
now flame appears first
before stars in the evening sky

https://scontent-syd2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t...e=58FD1CF7
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Winter has left at last,
now flame appears first
before stars in the evening sky

(what a pic Big Grin)

Making Room

Yesterday the guest room housed a library;
today the bedroom is piled high
as I struggle to rework the jigsaw.
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(I am forced to endure beauty on a daily basis. Leanne suffers from a similar exposure to beauty - just on the wrong side of the ditch Smile )

Making Room

Yesterday the guest room housed a library;
today the bedroom is piled high
as I struggle to rework the jigsaw.

I keep my library in my bedroom
because I hate to think guests would do as I do
when I visit them - fit their jigsaw together from their books
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