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they say A swallowed B to C the way D and E G
Camus came through
on a Custer-filled donut
Can you believe
that if you have it you flaunt it?
swan dive or comet
you play the pandemonium
or was it the lute?
or was it the rocketship blues come too soon
to a life only half-baked as lazerblast ceilings?
a passing of time
a fluctuating waist-line
demanding whilst kneeling
one keeps oneself loose
for the coming movement through the eye of a needle
Crocodile Stepchild, unhinge you jaws and swallow, whole
the ridiculous pain of mankind
and forever know his ulcers
and mental retardation
they say A swallowed B to C what would happen
they lie through wooden teeth
Was born in Spencer, Iowa, 1978. Grew up in Michigan and left for California in 2001. Has been kicking around Sonoma County since 2002, currently with his girlfriend, Angie Brown. Has done the slams. Has been a house poet for a weekly gig. Has self-published. Just wants to write and draw and make love and drink beer and poke smot. Has a dream of living off of his soon-to-be-vested-100%-in retirement funds and doing whatever he's wanted to do while he's still young for a couple'a years, dammit. Is committed to radical individuality and hard-core tolerance. Loves the paintings of Kandinsky, Klee and Schiele. Loves the writings of Kerouac, Bukoski, Wakoski, Cummings, Bob Kaufman, Rimbaud and Micheline. Loves other things that you can find out about by contacting me, I mean him at...
sewn_to_all@hotmail.com
