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by Tara Carreon
An archer is expungible,
liberational
He was a big Henry Kissinger
We’re cool
One minute we’re looking out the window
To the sandy shore
Of Hermes Trimesgistus
He knows chaos
Will it ever die?
And it’s gonna change for that matter
Horse and light
Put it on the bread knife of life
Ban the magic claw
Document the relation
The toothlike grip
Immaculate conception
Anguish hanging out on a line
It’s a fire school zone
Perhaps for all time
We’ve been trying for the last decade to make a statement
Blue moon discredited
Something of a miracle
I don’t think you could ever say goodbye to Hollywood
They would be right back
Those damn movie cameras
Our share of politics a tangling
It flowed down like a fountain
But your mind being the way it is in June
You always discuss the weather
I found a little frog and a piece of weather
He denied the truth when I was a little kid
Lion King
Fruit is nice, not to be confused with spaghetti
He seemed to diddle all over
Endangered shrubbery
Troops for leaves
His family name is “North.”
People marching loud
An army town
Boom, boom, boom
A mean target of 900 million
Homicidal brainwashing
Behind dry bones
Because they watch the content flow
In pockets of madmen
Tapeworms
The jurisdiction of the court
The gods who gave light and air
Imagery grotesque
Trail of reason
Full of suicide
Pending or diplomatic
For Oz, most equestrian
Up and down and all around
I said, “What are you doing, Mr. Bybee?”
Key defense among all the other young wolves
It did not occur to me when you said, “Save the people,”
I wouldn’t find corroboration of the truth
Bark your reason
It’s basically electric
Where is John Giorno and the Merry Pranksters
On East coast time?
Even if you don’t care to gas your car
You’re going up the hills
And as I said before,
Stick around for drama
Transvestites
A million bucks in the city
Another hour in the ghetto
Karl Marx, no!
You have his name on a piece of paper
I gave them their collars
Jesus taco
Are you religious, ladies?
It might hurt, you understand?
Babylon
Cards on the table
Flicker on a summer day
Happy are we to kill absolutely no thing
Archaic magic
When you’re lost in the middle
Ornery cat stands at the front gate and smells
On the eureka side
Statement of costs
There is no time for discovery
Go there and uncover a message
Power does not count
They teach us how to think stupid
Escape with the elephant
Riding high
Reflecting the moon
Align it
Mr. Walker is indeed home typing up depositions
Rich boy, what do you want to tell me?
Roaming all over the earth to remember our titan past
You always have to be right
Touch the heart of the dead body
If they didn’t receive flowers from their grandmother’s house
The accumulation of songs and pictures
I want a flower lunch to survive
Purge myself of that crapped-out ego
Monsanto is sadistic as a watch
Click, clock
Slightly reset the comprehension
These bigger promises
Everything in the world is owned by them
Dad and Georgina went dancing
Go, Henry
Leper colonies
I wonder how much nurturing he got
Star dust on the edge of town
I can find another place to be
Torture, or weep the best we can
Most of it shadow thin
Through a wolf program
Foster children and Lucky Luciano
William Paley for serious agonists
Take it from Mickey
This is the general American station
Never accuse the male
Move in there and tell them you want a love station
A harder job
A softer job
To every being living mix yourself a cocktail
You didn’t do anything
Compared with a child’s look
Why don’t you push 100 million others away?
This is the eagle
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