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FOURTEEN WAYS TO DESCRIBE THE RAIN
-- after Hans Eissler
dripping
hydrological
spam
inadvertently
randomized
leaves
mashed
into
a gory
pulp
on the
sidewalk
in the
clouds
of failure
we are
purified
then
Alice
dusted
the gunpowder
off her
petticoats
these
little fingers
are speaking
my
language
they
are
gay
hooligans
je te
dirai
vous
o
the
wild
wind
God bless
our dead
Marines
crinkled
teardrops
serenade
my wild
& foolish
heart
do thou
nothing
till angels
lie with
earthworms
the harps
of ancient
temples
are heard
by psychotic
einzelkinder
or: kill
your
television
covering
the screams
of dying
electrons
desert
rains
fall upon
the blue
anthers
of the
polemonium
if I could
be rain
I'd wash
down
to the
Bay of
San Francisco
but still
I surf
upon the
twattish
waves
of ungovernable
indifference
last year
Maurice
moved to
San Luis Obispo
and opened
a thriving
dental
practice
weather
report:
ein gottverdammtes
saumäßiges
dreckwetter
ist das!
but
that
night
at tahoe...
silver
dollars,
bullets,
rockets
sugarbaby
i baptize
thee with
the waters
of flumpff!
this
world
is lousy
with
strange
ideas
for example
current
symphonies
of abusive
meterology
now
feed me
with
your kisses
and the black
planets
of your
eyes
naked,
stoned
& soaked
take my
breath away,
no better
not
defibrillate!
bring me
bags of
sunshine,
heliocentricity,
bring me
no more
pain
few can
recall
what they
dream
at night
eelish
delvings
(Sylvia
Plath)
do not seek
to ignite
the deeply
concealed
munitions
of my
love
pretty swell
explode
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