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"Frolwing fer a carcus: a cereal killer/a cereal kill't" A LIST OF MONSTARS STARTS HERE:

Ur   art stars art
pissing on thine feet.
contra freely pee-bee
sainta p. w. opp, opp:
Hei, er dü sad,
hei, er duü sad today?
what did your mind say? Thats  an outright shame. lock your door
, here come the monstars:
i . Banana Henry Gets Flipped Inside Out:
-------growling undertones:
i know a bunch of monsters, many monsters
are sad, many monsters are glad,
many monsters are a tad
too mad. thats why i said lock your door:
they are all fellows no girls, all of the male sort.
banana henry is fine
because he is embarrassed
in a large crowd of people
for being so mismatched
embarrassment at being so mismatched
in a large crowd
whenever one were to gather.
he is yellow:
that's fine by me, because me too
i turn red in a crowd: ho-ho-ho.
especially for a crowd in a city
beneath the buildings what stand
above crowds of helpless
                    collapsing people
(walking near tall buildings
that stand against taller things.)
a bird for banana henry, at our dinner party,
when he spoke out loud to mr. hatch:
"i am not a banana i am a lovely white dove,"
and to this we all replied, that is very much unlike
a banana, banana-henry.
and then he shot himself in the 'ead and that
was the end of that.
"A toast!" we said, and when the glasses clinked. we
rode the bus home quietly and with bashful red faces in the dark of 9 pm.
Actually, his face was an orange tint.
ii. a blowjob
the little boy walks in on
his father and mother
and joins them.
i saw it, you saw it just now
how do you feel, you intellectual
trash, \/
iii. a gunshot
a little boy walks in on
his father and mother
and joins them.
i can do this because it makes
perfect sense
i am looking at it with microscope vision:
it is language and it contains cohesion:
"the little boy walks in."
that's all it says.
iv. Merl la Pint the big blue monster takes ice baths
his wife complains: she complains to him, gasping,
"You never bring me presents."
she screams and whines, "I am your slave," you never take me anywhere
beneath my nodding and my air of understanding,
I always sympathize
with the girl i don't know her at all, and I don't
                   even know if she's human.
i laugh for it: after all,
it can't be translated back to brainlanguage.
v. the weather report
merl found out the difference between the
raindrops and the wind what blew it
where it went:
there is none. everything is having sex.
he can't stand rain
and doesn't want to touch it
or take it out to lunch.
vi. peace
there was peace at last. we could shout then.

28 May 07

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gobsmacked into a state close to..... close to.... approaching....
 — banditfemme

your poetry is astonishing.
I hyperventilate.
no, I don't.
But it does cew at my throat.

This silence between my first comment and this one truly perturbs me.
 — banditfemme

thank you banditfemme. you like my poetry: indicates parallel souls?
 — OKcomputer

became an addict with
yellow yellow bride
I now chase balloons and money-hoons
but my landscape is very narrow
 — banditfemme

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