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by Tara Carreon
Let me guess
It’s sweet
It’s ridiculous
They say Mary Shelley struggled with creativity
She didn’t struggle with creativity
You have to wait until it comes
So get me an even Adam and we’ll sit down
Cleaned him out of his inheritance
For he could not be caught in what was called
The transparent veil.
It took a child to follow him out
As others had machines built in the past
Until its axis allows even a new religion
Let us give them both fair warning
Look, I’ve been doing this for a long time
Your whole smoking cross
Is just a choking strangulation
Within me, rabbit egg
The ones I lose before their time
No shoes on
First I smash my money
Craving on your hands
And achieve a recovery
The credible creature’s light at the end of the tunnel
Oh mystic crap
I could do no more
It’s an excellent source for a few wild Indians
She woke up to find her prior husband fiddling with a child
It’s just not good enough Mr. McGoner
You are a master of stroke
The aftermath, a relief
This very effort loops into transient stuff
Fades the morning glory
And at dawn wrong, carefree
She’s the grand Madame
Certainly his audio files were very weak
He was young and insolent at the time of purchase
Fester bombs in a materialistic nowhere
And it’s been a long time coming
A fellow named Oliver crept out on a windowsill
So it was right there on the page I had pulled up
London, 1813
Policy invasions
Holiday equipment
Strike, but was not witting
I offered these to unconsciousness
In privacy’s domain
Where to, ladies?
Blasted, on your corpse
He had to maintain that incredible line of ire
The national op ed invoice
It’s very heavy, boys
We find you in cars with balloons over your head
I need a reputation
Mescaline, verides
And there’s this funny music
I never trusted written
Acceleration
This black tenacity
You get taken to the inner mountain
And a big belief in logic
If you want to walk with me
You better go fast
Piece de resistance
They can control so many people
He wants a free lunch
He sees himself as a true commander in chief
The derangement capacities of the human mind
Offer it up to Lazarus
Many of the matrices made by Beowulf
Prevent research indeed
I’d laundered enough pedophiles
Those doctors of the magic and the wood
And the bone and the shaft
Were given advantage
Inexorable occupation
Once again, this guy, his mouth
He knew real fathers from Paley
A painful relation
A raw Sinbad
You want to stand up and say
It was foundationless
Fruitless
The world passing as a ghost
Score, score, score
I’m getting all excited
Let me guess
ER wasn’t the first to make it through the gloom
World wide bridges jump to conclusions
But what, without my husband?
The darkness is in my throat
In a world of sorrow
Sanctimony
It’s great to cry anyway
She is a filmmaker
And all his cream and fantasies
He’s a real tired man
The lie, continuing to lie
Where the many subjects of a debauched story
Cokistan
Obscure speech
He is too frank, dear, and ghastly
They are from the other shore
Down on your back!
Down on your knees!
Pretty please
Lots of respect for writers of such foolishness
The cap of eternity
In a land where comfort didn’t exist
A bacchanalia of nails
And enhancing with nutrition
By what does Jesus condemn
In sackcloth and ashes
A certain medieval cloth
You’re a goner
Concupiscent syndrome
Breathe wider, it’s more dramatic
The in and of itself
Called the business of the void
Still looking for the best time
To step over reality
And he was there watching
The Sephir Jezirah
But how big is the back universe for a second?
I am the father Tao
Material in the looseness
A double eagle
Say its remote
I called wildly for sheep’s clothing
It professed most assuredly the cocksucker way
To a lot of cheap democrats
The syphilis and ruination
The poem’s last death
The waitress who bloomed at night
Drunken politics around the trench of treason
You’re far too stimulated and captive
You’re in the business of selling your friends
Roll the secret message
Cognizing consciousness
The infinite languish
The burn-again Christian
Black Joe’s show
Fruit, candies, Chinese plaid
A million kinds of dates
Luestra
The Arizona unification program
He was never known
Or deeply called by his name
What kind of byzantry do you have
Echo, empty hollow suit
Unless it’s cheered up by a deposit from Fred Worlich
Friendly voice – it doesn’t matter
Home of the lizards and the caterpillar
Chinese and Japanese rectangles
Out of their garden
The base is narrow and concentric
Can you mix it with water
Psychological revenge
He’s the light
She’s the reason
Decay on TV
Stacks ‘em up takes ‘em down
It’s also the source of your distraction
Farmer of the field
Lying here in the mud
I might plant flowers several times prettier
How can you know how something acts
When you don’t know what it is?
It was and never will be
The sacred with all its blah, blah, blah
Where’s the happy family?
At what point do you wake up from your dream?
Every idiotic asshole who ever copied
Anything under the sun
She acts by reason of officials
Head of a lumur clan
Single mother
New politics
Substantial failings
But you can’t verify new politics
Osama is obligatory
When the head of a nation can’t keep a promise
We’re all gonna die anyway
At the point you don’t know
It’s better to shut up
Gozar the barbarian
My time is up
Be a ditchdigger
Be honest
Decry the possibility of war
We have one car in our family
Show the bud on a two-year old
The bud on a three
Everything is for your sexual exploitation
Incarnate lust, filth, swine
Animal parts
Peck the head off a lady
Eliminate mind
Then you’ll get our cooperation
An Edinburg mask
The raider who expounds on war
Dark as cabin fever
By the light of my examination
An absolutely hideous thing
War of retaliation
Frankincense and Rose
Because I can’t remember
Flying in the rain
Star-studded canopy
“G’day, mate”
There’s a net over the water
Dogs barking in a patient reverie
The mother and father in union with it
Totally dependent
It’s one thing to sing it
It’s another thing to be it
Sweetness, milk and sky
No one’s going to answer my name
Two different names under peace and love
It just didn’t seem like it was there
There’s nothing anyone knew
That you can’t know now
Hirsuite or hair shirt
Jewels in the net
We ate at McDonalds
Ah – that’s beautiful
Hairsuit, horseshit
Take everything that’s clean and pure in the world and spoil it
Diamond peccadillo
He awakens into an infinity
In whatever direction he can find
The end of hurt, rape, immorality
Which marks as halves and cuts away
He talked to the woman
The seat of egolessness
We could envy him
Maybe we can understand him
Oh Sofatini
Soft and pliable
It’s something we had to do
She got to the point
Starlet
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Another cause, intelligent in its
source and in its action
At delivery, the female august throws her net out into the world
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