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Where the Wilsons Roamed

Hawthorne's break beat caress

to elevate and modulate

in arranged bitter sweet delicious.

Easy Lovin' has the bum bum beat.

Starting, but so close

like an artistic inversion.

Tandem languid lounge piano,

make me feel brand-new

all over again.

Hawthorne's new, personal thing

of throwback imitation

soul stamp

and moved the music forward.

Solemn bizness, Hawthorne's

serious and missing.

Biodiversity Hotspots

Deutsch tells me she has seen hundreds,

maybe a thousand

seeking help getting Asylum and that's

it.

In a painful and perverse twist,

certain clients just don't want,

don't want to revisit trauma.

Continuing therapy,

one young Caribbean man

brutalized

because of his sexual orientation.

Deutsch says people thrown

and raped because they are

gay

is brimming with charm,

is a breathtaking catalog. A job

for citizenship says

the flashbacks.

He wakes,

terrified,

attending

sessions

that help,

not hurt him.

Slave Fucker

I just don't care 
about Thomas Jefferson's 
position on the national bank 
or strict constructionism 
anymore.

Maybe I
never did.

Slightly Secret Chocolate Sex

We were grown ass men playing

            handball in the dead.

When I have kids, I'm going to

            shield your face.

Hank squished his cigarette

            making me feel like a virgin.

Having a beard is like having a sexy

            mad mime masturbating?

That's a good goal, a dream. I know -

            J.T. told Hank

he was a dude with the strange bent penis

            of a fool

when he unzipped and pretended

            within the pot smoking cape.

Stupid...stupid...

            whispering

is it off-putting to do that? What,

            live with them?

You look so different J.T., you look

            as if digits were your phallic prop,

but that's not what mine looks like.

            Silence.

Aryan Dracula J.T. put on his

            gentleman,

looking like he had a tentacle vagina

            that was less bad in general.

Like a warlock snuggie hipster,

            they're going to live with me

and it won't be fun for them.

Special Honey Buzz

Weed and incense whispered

a hippie, the Man

and firm believer

in Jesus Christ.

Addiction and the abuse

of substances runs rampant

throughout the human condition

providing for steadfast faith

in God, in things that fill

the void, but haven't you heard

friend? God has been buried

beneath mothlit poppy fields

that disconnect the communication

between a pusher

and casual consumers.

The Alamo Christian Nation

Tony Alamo's dry bones

sent a vision from God.

The spiritual deadness

and the world foretold

the first resurrection

of can these bones live?

Ezekiel, said Lord,

concern these bones.

O dry bones will cause

breath to enter Israel

divided; would not stop

sinning in a multitude

of Gentiles grafted

into a great, holy nation.

***

In 1964, Christ as Tony

Alamo was sinning

ungodliness and void

of God. Fables and myths,

couldn't understand.

They were hypocrites;

they sinned more than I

because a bunch of dead

dry bones would become

angry if I live for fairy tales.

I was considered responsible

for singers and actors,

well-known nightmare gospel

leaflets about Jesus, some organ

to feed hungry people.