The Poor And The Sick

 

 

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American commitment.

The genocide thrives.

The sick

So very

Their urine does not smell.

The poor

So very

Eat gassy barley

Van Gogh's Potato Eaters.

Climax of the dying light.

In mahogany tones

Smeared into the cupboards of the fed-less.

Flatulence near the full set of teeth

The American

Eating the genitalia of the children of progress.

The Poor

The Sick

Appalachian is Sunnyville.

Is Crescent City.

Is Norristown.

Is San Clemente.

Is Willmette.

Is and has always been John's Fresno.

Sickly citric deficiencies

Old boots

Molding and causing infants to bleed from their lungs.

Black babies always the first to go

Like Buffalos.

Sick with their history.

The anti-abortion killers

Are men in plaid and creased jeans

In running shoes

Named after invicible jocks.

Gunning down

Doctors and employees of clinics

White against White.

Have you ever seen them fight for a dark baby's life?

 

And television so vintage

It becomes mucus

Slugs.

Home Ec. femmes

Reading teleprompter

Bobbiligook phantom garbage.

Holding the new baby photo.

Delivering news of mass death of Refugees

Through melon lipstick.

Smarter ones

Jettisoned to feed

And

Pat Robinson whispering during commericals

"Nothing about right to life, ok."

G-Force

Decisions

By mutual parties.

Liberal

Voices

So full of hatred and vanity.

And Cesar Chavez's stories.

Ticked off the parade.

The American Trench coat

The creepy sadness of political people

Drunk and married

On another crusade for power

The American Genocide debate

Was years ago.

War Vets weakened immunities in spirit and body.

Concerto grosso

The hacks of Iraqian Syrian Iranian children

Who will grow up

With sanctions and IEDs.

The pilot drop

Of Metal and Ruin

Taking flight and becoming the Star of Bethlehem.

Voices in the eyeball colour

Of the middle east.

As civilians died and fried.

American bacon style.

Who is the luckiest man in Washington D.C. ?

 

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And remember

You did not see this.

Children

Dying horrible deaths.

We are Americans more than we have ever been.

Throwing

The widow her curve ball.

Throwing

The cross

Into the Spines of the immigrant.

Into the Spines of the mentally ill.

(That bothersome bad breath.)

We as Americans honor what?

We are being bordered out of countries.

And

The American spit in your face afternoon showdown.

The Starvation

The Poverty

The American fear of death.

The white picket fence

Hides nothing

Not even the torture we committed.

A nation of runts.

India had Ghandi in their vaults.

Switzerland had and has and will forever have

Jewish blood

In their vaults.

Eramus neutrality.

And the infidels.

And the incestous.

The Americans.

What of their vaults.

The New Guinea Bouganville incident.

The Albanian pyramid scheme.

The lost L. Kabila Congo

The Bin Laden Juice.

Human ruins

Ought never

Board a freight train.

Boxcars

Of

Bones.

Drumsticks

War Rattlers

For greedy rulers.

The mercenary traveler

Carrying postcards of mass graves

And

Raped baby piles.

Money for bodies bodies for money.

For mercenary ecclesiasticism.

GRACE-say it in French.

GRACE.

How many times do we have to go back to the Hague?

Furniture and broken lives

The NIS NIH lying lying

Dead AIDS' GENIUS

Bestowing the art of truth

In trunks of safe passage.

Grabbing onto the ashes of artistic saints

Who throw up when asked to come back.

Between the natural order of things and the natural order of

Things

Picasso is back.

One world currency one owner.

One asthetic.

Smeared fecal matter on rich bought organs.

The plastic chair

Now

The universal chair.

Like a good man in a dental chair.

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And the infidels.

The Americans.

What are we to do with the continual history

We make.

We who

When we know something

Know it so quickly.

We who

Invented our discovery.

We who

Gave equal acesss a DNA code.

We who

Leave guitar picks on the graves of our dead children.

We who

Drink the beer of Kings on the graves of our dead children.

America's new meeting grounds

These cementaries.

Slang

Anger

Loss

Equality Inequality.

Guilt.

The love of consciousness.

The light of The day.

Our eyes

Sad and bowed

The violinist quit his job.

Will we keep each other alive?

Even in this sustained decorum of abuse.

Will we keep each other alive?

Only if nothing approaches

The doors

Of our phobias.

Will we keep each other alive?

Only if we share.

It is not ingrained in our boundaries to share.

But while we decide what our boundaries are

People

Will

Die.

 

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And here we are.

American.

Utterly destroyed.

Plenty and nothing.

The miserable and the beautiful.

The immoral justice of the courts

Is the sentenced of the poor.

Purple mountains of majesties

Strip mined

Nothing but debris.

We have finally come to it.

The fanaticism of the World

Is the fanaticism of our country.

What we sought to exclude

We became.

I ly

Like every frozen corpse.

I stand

Like every living soul.

And so do you.

Our lids twitch.

The switch got close

With Kevorkian's fumes.

Annoyances.

Survival eats survival.

The dinner table is set.

With plastic food.

My childhood dollhouse come to life.

The reason

I buried all three stories of it

Under the house.

Your generation

My generation

Open rib cages

Rotting.

The lonely tobacco smell

Of Mark Platt's City of the Dead.

Human quest is unforgivable.

And

Of course

The dawning is this

Tuberculin cries

Of a baby in the weeds next to its dead mother.

The mixing caricatures

The stuffed heads

The amenities of fools.

The ship is coming into the station.

The train is coming into the harbour.

Filled

With the treble clef

Of disbelonging.

 

 

 

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And here we are American.

Dim.

Insensitive.

Arrogant.

Judgmental.

And crazy.

Still alive.

Each little finger.

Still alive.

The memory of slavery.

Still alive.

The destruction and death of Indian tribes.

Still alive.

Building prisons.

Still alive.

The court proceedings of racism.

Still alive.

Drinking tea

In the name of the savior

Still alive.

 

 

 

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My heart is up to my mouth

My lips.

What lies between you and me

Does not exist.

The light is on in the ruins.

The Republic.

A Nation of broken treaties.

Skull faced factories on the train ride into Philadelphia.

The empty back of the workers

Stealing night

To carve deeper into the bell.

The end

Is a tossing and turning.

A hum sound.

Squeezing every ounce of electrical force from the dams.

And we the damned

Of the damned

For the damned.

Cool ourselves in the fading light.

Our bribery has met us.

Our rain destroying jungle floors.

It is thick business

Searching for Kevin Carter's lost lens.

Searching for horrible truths.

It is thick business

Being an American.

 

 

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I am Native American.

Slit wrist

Veins like fallent trees.

Expatriate

In a soulful exile.

I am what you asked me to be.

What I pledged

My allegiance to

On the plantations.

Mercilessness roots

At the edges of the world.

I have inherited your beauty.

And your ugliness.

My soul is large for you.

I carry a catheter bag of pee

To the church potluck.

I am the offspiring in awe.

I know

The bones in the casket

Sleeping underneath

The draped American flag

May not belong to the family name.

You tryed.

All of your future mothers

Lined up in the high school gymnasium

For the Rubella shot.

You tryed.

Cheese

Peanut butter

Milk

EBT

Section Eight.

You tryed.

My mother pregnant and feverish with polio.

Almost rescued.

You tryed.

Your babies should be strong

Your elderly should be filled with wisdom.

Your youth should be creative visionaries.

You tryed.

The ingenuity of apologies.

To some degree of sucess

You lessened suffering.

We should be a tender country.

 

 

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I am meeting you

Spine to spine.

Both you and I

Have endured our personal tragedies.

We have laughed and we have wept.

 

 

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I am living as I was sent.

I am living longer than I dreamt.

I am living as I came

And as I went.

An American.

 

 

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*

Sing when my singing is finished.

My death is imminent.The frozen hunters

Chant in blue seal ink

Along Drake's Passage. A thing to behold

Was buried deep below the cane. A city built over that

Another Mongol's Grave.

Come whether you want. I am teaching myself the sacrament

Of Sacrifice.

 

The American Self Immolation.

 

 

(In Memory of Andy Irons)

 

 

 

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(N. I am going to need help digging out. Hurry. Satchel.)

 

The Exodus of Clemence ( Woman of the Apocalypse 11:19)

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(This manipulation makes me feel my hurt. I did not think I could do that so fast, a few hours. I came really close to how hard it is to be alive in hues and times like these.  This is the most Polynesian I have come to feeling Polynesian.)

 

O. Clemence. O.

I came to you for help.

You.

Lied to me.

My breakwalls did not leak

Abiding planets hatching in the Salt Quarry.

Smolten

Soul.

In the military locket

Where an eye docked.

I lost my father in the Natatorium.

I clasped the cast iron gates to see him one time yet.

I was born onto the moon not the sun.

And so becomes.

Illumination gets one.

Eradication gets none.

I laboured two days for my son.

He was born in a crowd. 12 28 29.

My wings

Divine Chemistry.

 

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Part New

O. Clemence. O.

To do this is frightening.

Mercy has money sniffing dogs.

I saw the head cutter miles up.

By standing on the pale stone walls of the canal

With an errection.

I waited for the

Artic Wave.

Bug

Swarm Swollen lips.

We are never too late to love a man.

I have loved a man.

O. Clemence. O.

Set your Snakes and Butterflies free.

You would be so proud of me

I have been kept by the wicked food in Hemingway's bread.

(I hate womanizers. They have a body odor that is of a cheapness.

Men lose something when they stay married. Much more than what women lose.)

Spoken of by the Lobotomist

And his loyal Lobotomys.

Separation Ribs.

They squeezed my heart.

Like rapists.

What washes up on the shore I am sure is what does not wash up on the shore

That

Is waited for.

The elephants are dead in the Cairo Bedlam.

Opiates in the Ivory.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

We done sing by the rivers and the shores

Who is one

To find above?

Libraries in the Blues of Christ.

The eggs were blue.

We slept like

Snuffed candles.

O. Clemence. O.

And man was using a saw a sander a paint brush of cherry resin from the China Trains.

As I bared my breast

To pull the growing seaweed from the holes in my nipples.

Do not worry about the distance.

It can be travelled.

My love is in the miles.

Love is in the miles.

Milk and Miles.

My Love.

That is all it takes.

My Love.

 

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Trip

Kadosh Synopsis

Set in the Mea Sherim quarter of Jerusalem, an enclave of the ultra-Orthodox, KADOSH explores a hermetic world almost never seen on the screen. Here, for ten years, the pious Rivka has devoted herself to her husband Meir, but their marriage remains childless. Presumed barren, she is rejected by her community, which prizes children above all else. The story that follows relates the harrowing fate of Rivka, and also here beloved sister Malka, in love with a young man who has fled the community to lead a secular life.

A huge box office hit in Europe, acclaimed at film festivals in Cannes, Toronto, New Delhi and Tokyo, KADOSH is both a powerful drama and an impassioned feminist polemic. As religious fundamentalism achieves new political significance in many countries around the world, the questions at the heart of Gitai's compelling drama resonate far beyond the borders of Israel.

The Exodus of Clemence (WJArmold)

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O. Clemence. O.

They are everywhere.

 

And they do not communicate

Abstractly.

 

Consuming what it is I am listening to

God.

 

 

The End is a reception

Of 

 

Broken Uncomfortableness.

Clock Journals.

 

The cruelest sound I heard

Was my own voice

 

Making decisions

For myself.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I could go I could go

 

If

I let myself.

 

Through the branches of leaves

Pass the waving flags

 

And the broken windows

Of angels.

 

Carrying these worms of mistalkes

Above the lit towns.

 

That grew and then did

Growing.

 

I am going home soon.

Devils or yapping women.

 

I am going home soon.

Nothing got born

 

To replace

This French Silence.

 

Uponaball

 

O. Clemence. O.

Dry the vaults of my body.

 

The air coral

Is rain there.

 

I saw a light appear at the point.

A ball of white light life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

If one can survive.

 

One can be saved.

I shall fall or be called.

 

Will you please come and get me?

I am wearing my famous black skirt.

 

Parachute for Solar Systems.

I invent.

 

Life is a way to find a way

Not to collaspe the main event.

 

Is there something I forgot

When I brought myself to obvilion.

 

 

 

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O. Clemence. O.

The Bell is not in our hearts anymore.

 

In our prisons.

In our exquiste stolen dream lands.

 

I have found nothing defended.

And is the sea golden or broken.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The sea's water

 

Has turned to ivory.

And you

 

Ly

In

 

It

Like a child in a cherry bowl.

 

I was crushed to pieces

By a dynamic piece.

 

What is broken

Breaks

 

Something else.

And co-figured.

 

War 2 War.

Is fighting itself in mirrors.

 

You want what? Dear?

In your bandage wrap.

 

I became

Addicted to wraps.

 

And how faded faded faded faded faded this family has become.

Silk milk.

 

Falling through

The metal of men.

 

A tremendous amount

Will let you

 

As J. Says,

"Crap off".

 

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Part 2

 

O. Clemence. O.

The night rooms are filled

 

With soap stains.

And fallen bare chested sweating men.

 

And the dirty swimming pools

With the lonely pool light on

 

Through the quvier of morning mourning 

And the prayers of evening.

 

Still on.

In the frozen winters.

 

In summers'

Slums.

 

Filled with our women

Floating face up.

 

 

Drowned by earth's air.

You did not carry us.

 

You did not carry us.

You could have carried us.

 

Through the losses

Of familes farms furniture futures fathers finances 

 

The

American hand.

 

Believe in us.

For Christ's sake

 

Believe in us.

All summer they threw women and children

 

To the

Thunders.

 

Re-voiced

On earth.

 

Consumed by

Man's devil heart.

 

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Heart fell apart in the Devil's Dark.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

Make Movement Mean More.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Another lot of

 

Sand Men

Falling in

 

The Jesus lands.

The Bells of Belquis.

 

Floating Clarity.

One strand of gold stripped from the Star Stone.

 

A belt of flesh.

Bundle of Almonds.

 

Life and my demonstrative Voodoo.

I have given and stolen teeth structures.

 

(The truth is they walked all over me. This is the truth. My heart was broken.My body was broken. And they still walked all over me. But I went to my Faith and my Poison.I was Gulliver in the tragic. Cadmean victory in my ash stained eyes. There is tissue damage by now.)

 

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O. Clemence. O.

There is so much at stake.

 

A Ton-Ton Nation.

They cannot keep having what they are having.

 

Not to the recordings.

Not to the recordings of my hands.

 

 

Release it.

Release it.

 

Bundle your fatal moments.

Do you want to collect your dew 

 

From my fingers.

Barrier.

 

Cling Nation.

The more they pretend 

 

Eternities.

The more I distance myself from them.

 

Daily

Death.

 

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New Part

 

O. Clemence. O.

The Columns of Hastings.

 

In the morning man

In the way I could not sleep on Fell Street.

 

O. Clemence. O.

He did not make my life real.

 

He created a massacre

That is not real.

 

If innocence dies

Killed off

 

Forced into exile

Or

 

Lining the dug earth

If this happens.

 

The light

That devotes

 

Will go

Out.

 

This is not a metronome

Lives are not a rusting

 

To kill is  kill.

There is no vacation.

 

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Innoculation.

Vaccination.

 

Re-motion.

Does not happen on our earth.

 

The earth lines.

They can meet the divine. Mind.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I shall be power in thee.

 

Flee and freed

I will count the called.

 

The chosen can go home and sleep longer.

Luck is Luck.

 

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Part New

 

O. Clemence. O.

The haze

 

Asks

Me into the haze.

 

The fading

And you must ask yourself

 

How do I remove myself?

I useto ask to dance

 

Angels 

Nervous

 

And

Clutching their mothers.

 

I went to the witch.

I sent myself as witch mail.

 

And they gave me

Protection.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Then the Witch War Broke Out.

 

Over

Their bread

 

The prayer over the Lamb Lord

The prayer over the Money Lord

 

The prayer over the Prayer Lord.

The prayer over Rain

 

That

Is

 

The Psalms of Lungs.

Tissue thy Lord not in display bottles.

 

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Kevin Foster

Helped me carry

 

Chris Stevens

Through the Haze Garden

 

I knelt over his bruised eternity in the fold of a dusty accordian.

Who I am is who I dare.

 

I breathed into his eye spots.

And Kevin

 

Gave him the heart of his camera.

The subject is Dark Blue.

 

Somebody is who is who thinks he will not have to be naked and dragged.

It will happen to. ALL.

 

In the unbreakable father and mother of my reservation.

Into our gardens of fire flowers.

 

He sat up and begun:

This. You. Are not a Nation of Sex.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Drugs.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Disrespect.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Murder.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Abduction.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Male Kings.

This. You. Are not a Nation of Uneven Love.

 

This. You. Are not a Nation of Mocked Labour.

This. You. Are not a Nation of  Devoured Vision.

 

This. You. Are not seeing what the vision sees.

So.

 

See

Nothing

 

Then.

You.

 

Are.

Married.

 

To

The.

 

End.

Of ENDS. S. S. S.S. S. S. S.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

I saw my husband on film yesterday.

 

I had sewn him into my burned scar

And

 

He had sewn me into his foreskin.

The lights on the Christmas Berries were on in the connection.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I saw my husband in countless films yesterday.

 

He had become older in the game.

His business is Games.

 

Maybe

It is the

 

Game of all Games.

All.

 

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All of us are so badly lost

We dream in storms.

 

In 

The

 

Cargo

Bay

 

Built 

By

 

Hogs.

And.

 

Human Hearts in Scarecrows.

A field of fuel 

 

For

This kind of

 

Biological weapon that protends

Death.

 

Let me sleep.

For I have harvested my husband from his game.

 

For the last fatal time.

He must make the most of it.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

I.

 

In.

The

 

Equanimity of Joy. Warm in fever's rainbow.

The bread is browning under my eyes. 

 

For my mystery

To radiation me.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The World The World The World The World

 

Must start the talks with Death.

It is what fuels any form of violence.

 

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Do not be afraid.

I am the saleswoman for it.

 

I have loved and loved and loved and loved.

I have loved deeply what the sea has brought me.

 

What is dead What breathes.

 As I dieThen

 

ThenThen

ThenThen

 

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I will love everyone.

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Note

PORTLOCK (HawaiiNewsNow) -

A visitor from California died on Saturday after being found floating face down in the area known as "Spitting Caves" near Portlock.

On Sunday, authorities identified the victim as 27-year-old Daniel Lowe of Modesto, California.

A Honolulu Fire Department spokesman said the Lowe was with a group of people when he jumped into the water at just before 3:45 p.m., then could not get back up the cliff. He was reportedly found between 25-35 yards offshore.

The man was taken to the hospital in critical condition, where he later died.

We will have more information on this developing story as it becomes available.

Copyright 2012 Hawaii News Now. All rights reserved.

 

I call this Bay the Bay of Blood. I am not on that side of the island right now. But seeing the conditions rise overnight here on the Northern Side of the Island.
The Bay of Blood is a place that my family will not step into. It was a Hawaiian fishing village and then over run by a Captain. There are alot of stories about that place.
I am not going to tell them.
I hope the young man's family is able to wrap their heads around their loved one's death. And I wish the young man a beautiful journey home.
The drownings in this Bay of Blood are grouped and happen in various years. There will be none and then there will be many.
There is a rounding current, if you let the current take you out it will swoop the Bay of Blood and wash you up about 10 minutes from Spitting Caves or China Walls.
But if you are getting slammed by the waves into the rocks or not able to go with the current which is hard to let into. You can panic. The rocks rear up and look like cows laying sideways.
I do not know what happened to this man. But I do know this. It is a sign.
Advert your eyes. More will come.
And this is not my home but the Bay of Blood is well known. It moves in cycles. 

I was at Waimea the other day and I took photos of the point and I swear, I swear, I have an apparition in one of the photos that did not reveal itself until I clicked on the wrong button and made it a desktop photo and then I bloody saw it. And it is angelic but I will not say . I am going to use it in Exodus of Clemence.

I had to link the above story and it took me here.  I would have put this in the diary. But I am not at a big computer. So on so on. You know this is a diary entry so please excuse me. But also, I was laying on this guestroom bedish futon. And my mobile unlocked itself and I said wow. Because I have these appointments I have to do and the alarm sound was turned off. Yah you know I die to get to the other side. Meaning I have to do these appointments. I am pleased to say that despite the vog, my heart is less heavy and I went from 100 stress level to a 46 right now.

 I do believe in angels and all that which others call me off of. 

(You got to check this shit out. Okay I am wanting a photo of me dropping into the sea and the waves are coming in. Well I had a few paper money so I got this guy on shore who has a mental health issue that is genetic. And I asked him if he would take the photos. He was yelling at me to be careful and I was doing this between sets. All I kept telling him was this, ' Don't worry about me, if you see a big wave keep the camera from getting wet and run. " So the photographer of these photos is named Earle. This really is for the diary.)

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The Exodus of Clemence (My Poor Panties)

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O. Clemence. O.
Eminent End Horse Hairs.
 
Calls.
Calls no more.
 
Where the Living Waters
Are like nests
 
In the
Tree of Immolation.
 
Will me to be seen.
Will me to the God Screen.
 
Swallowed Suicides
Suffering Storms
 
In
Shadows.
 
A tipped hat
On a busy walkway.
 
I have been counseled.
In the Chambers of the End.
 
Henchmens'
Heirs.
 
Nothing is allowed.  Here.
The dark of a pony's belly
 
Is
Gentle.
 
That I should go a smoke to heaven
Salmon colours fall from me.

O. Clemence.O.
Did you SEE him?
 
Join me in
Seeing him.
 
I understand there are forgotten women
Everywhere.
 
The Relics.
Surround.
 
Tongue on the Leather.
Sorrow hangs like smoke.
 
O. Clemence. O.
My father rotated.
 
There is a man named Wolf
Near his home.
 
On the
High Cloud.
 
The intruders
Doubt themselves over tapestry rug.
 
They will suffer
As we have suffered
 
Or
More.
 
The beads are turned.
And. It must.
 
Begin.
My father I have wrapped my foot
 
As I were mummyifying.
I am a anthropological dig site.
 
The dead get kept.
Insanely. So.

But.
Kept.

 

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O.Clemence.O.
There is a very important finger to point.
 
Mary is hanging so sweetly in the leaving sweet grass wind of that day.
But her finger
 
Points
Through the browning waves.
 
A Summer
Off.
 
O. Clemence. O.
Nature reacts to itself.
 
O. Clemence. O.
I saw the lines of
 
Life and Death.
Squeal.
 
It showed the graph of his year of death.
The lines went to five.
 
The wasted severed lines.
And the silent horizon hymms haunting humidity's House.
 
Pig baby.
Slaughter's Survivor.
 
You have no Amen
4 this?
 
4 this?
Anyone could be reduced.
 
As the
Ape Returns.
 
Rolling loneliness  calls calls calls calls calls calls calls calls.
Us into the casket.
 
O. Clemence. O.
I chewed the dog ear

Off
The telephone pole.

(Is the unmendable
Dismembering?)

 

Myhorriblegriefdone

 


O. Clemence. O.
Do not question the welcoming of
 
Finite States.
Statues in Neglect.
 
A Nation in Defeat.
Reap Killer Child.
 
O. Clemence. O.
I run these streets in terror.
 
(But I run them.)
The Prophet of Premonition.
 
Spoke.
With only 4 at her feet.
 
A disciple asleep.
A disciple dieased.
 
A disciple with a mouthful of the Red Sea.
A disciple outdistancing
 
All the Prophets
In the Prophet Rains.
 
Everyman is INSANE.
What becomes strong, so strong,
 
Must be drawn down.
May everyone live to see
 
The suffering
In the Dynasties.
 
The Elocution Executed Heaven and Hell.
Holding the Livers' of (Leaders Deities Gods Devils-)
 
All fall
And

Nothing

Recalled.

 

There is no second form of Silence.

Everything is on its Path

 

To

End.

 

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Part New

 

O. Clemence. O.

Beauty Nautical.

 

And it rose rose rose

After your steps

 

In the

Summer Cold.

 

I do say all man breaks into

A bargain.

 

Dying?

It takes our heroe moments to die.

 

.....John Sheldon was found expired at the unopened door of a bus in a storage lot.  'Can't say I ever saw that bus ope ned' offered Thomas Stalling the bus yard gambler.

Contents of poor Mister Sheldon:

 

1. A spear made of a car attenate.

2. A half inch Italian Gold Horn Charm.

3. A rope chain of vermeil, 18 in.

4. A small canvas bag with a should strap, beige.

5. 2 pill bottles containing Valium and Codeine (all legally prescribed.)

 

Poor John Sheldon lived alone in a tent near the elementary school. Students there said John was a card Magician who could read the futures of their parents.

The community who passed poor John Sheldon daily has errected a memorial for him next to his tent. Leaving candles, flowers, and other items. The park keeper said,'It sure dose look like the town folk opened their shoe boxes for these memorial items.'

The Libraiain, Libe said, 'I am quite surprised by the out pouring of grief for John Sheldon.  As they would rather eat a dead cat on a drive than throw a dime into John Sheldon's asking can whilst he was alive. Ah but even guilt is a late reaction.'

Poor John Sheldon it seems was claimed by no known relative. So the local Native American Chief Louise Bean Roast and her tribe fetched his body and wrapped it in a blanket. wallking it all the way to Upside Down Buffalo Tooth Ridge.

What happened to Mister Sheldon after that is not known. A small verstale and lively bird flew directly into Marshal Taylor's binocular lens and shattered them as his pupils watched the tribe climb.

Crusing in front of the children, Marshal Taylor picked up the tiny dead bird and chewed on the wing whilst engaged in a face saving discussion with the inept Unitarian Minister who got into his blue Echo and drove away.

Poor John Sheldon's belongings were given to Erich the camper next to Sheldon.  It is rumoured that Erich may have a spray paint can addiction and may not be responsible for the recently spotted well renerdered wall graffitti of a woman enjoying anal relations with a toy from Veronic's Exploits Shop. (The local shop for discerning perversion.)

Mayor Art Hill said, "Can't say I disagree with advertisement in these difficult times."

It is remembered that Sheldon once said,"My life will amount to Ass.'

Photo Of John Sheldon:

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Part New 1

 

O. Clemence. O.

The tears unfallen.

 

Hall Mark Massacre in the mines of Marikana

In the mine of miracles

 

There are miracles

In the mines.

 

Just what is asked for

I am not sure.

 

Take a canary with you there

It is unclear

 

The contents of the the air.

Value your air.

 

I have seen the nastiness of man

Walking on every path.

 

Let yourself be called

To rise and fall.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I saw him

 

Float in through the

Window 2 writers have stared out of.

 

We will.

Together.

 

Spilled apart by breath death.

We will.

 

Make the effort.

Make every effort.

 

O. Clemence. O.

When a white man of stature sacrifices his life for a Native American

 

 

Then in the shadow lands this white man is brough onto our tribes where he shall thrive and teach and be loved.

Writing in the zone of 41 c `105 f.

 

A man jumped for me the other day.

So.

 

I would not jump.

And he was re-born onto our blood.

 

Theearshotboyofwonder

 

O. Clemence. O.

I have slept in the cave of spells for 2 weeks.

 

I will begin

The covenant.

 

As slaughter all man

And never begins again.

 

That is the return of Christ.

Do not fish in the river.

 

For those fish are mine.

Do not allow anyone

 

To ask me the question.

Who I Am?

 

I will barren his brain.

I will run flood over his coal.

 

Theearshotman

 

 

O. Clemence.O.

By the very definition, it seems

 

The Earth of Futility.

Us Thou Those Dead Children are ours.

 

Thy and By and This is Less of a thriving planet then when I met it.

 

And I shall leave this land.

And I am the land’s daughter.

 

And I shall leave this ocean.

And I am the ocean’s daughter.

 

And my daughter is within this ocean.

Not blood Not Memory

 

Will defeat Me.

The Stop is not what I know. Now.

 

This is not a planet one returns to.

Leave a little salt.

 

But returning

Is unthinkable.

 

O.Clemence.O.

Until the female can have full to their own bodies and what comes forth of that body.

 

Until the female has herself in her own hands

Women must refuse to come back.

 

Women should refuse this life.

And how shall you die to die the lives you spoilt.

 

What is right

What is wrong

 

Can not be control.

No features for atonement.

 

Every woman should fear for herself

Or her to come.

 

 

 

 

 

Withswimmerhairdone_-_copy

 

O.Clemence.O.

I am the lady in the Blueberry dress.

 

Waiting for an old television to turn on in

The Corrupt Orchard.

 

I carried water and noddles and limes

In Romaine Hearts.

 

I cast spells

For my suffering.

 

Theearshottool

 

My Dead Love

 

O.Clemence. O.

And on my way to the Shadow of Christ.

 

I felt my love die.

In the Rooms of the World.

 

Were once

His laughter cured.

 

My father is my brother is the other

Who arrived with little time.

 

Leaving ceramic doves on Salted Plates

In the home we scaped.

 

My love My love My love.

Is not here.

 

And I am a woman

Undefended.

 

They have their wives lives debts bills companies children grandchildren 

O such seriousness.

 

O. Clemence. O.

14 Years of Dead Fate.

 

In the stereo phoenix

Wait and rise

 

He will hand me the Iron Rose

From the Flotilla

 

Of

Massacres.

 

O.Clemence. O.

The North Winds

 

Have begun

So early.

 

My wings 

Are

 

Divine 

Chemistry.

 

O.Clemence. O.

My horrible grief

 

Settled beetle after beetle

In the tissue of my heart.

 

 

Digyourheartwiththumb

 

 

The sound of the Exodus.

I starved into trouble.

 

I starved out of trouble.

O. Clemence. O.

 

My  body float

Against

 

The rails

He turned me deer

 

Adjunct

To my killed stag.

 

The noise that is played

When something is killed.

 

The sound of the Exodus

Is these

 

Confetti Pieces

Of

 

Metal Stone Skull Stone.

O. Clemence. O.

 

We were children

And we drank water from fallen

 

Alkaline.

The thought

 

Ever Ever

On our minds.

 

Hunger/Food.

Food/Hunger.

 

(You cannot remove a child from the broken slave pages.)

Rosa Hernandez:

 

Myhorribllegrieforamotherdone

 

O. Clemence. O.

A child in the beast is better than a child released.

 

The earth is for fortunes families' formulas futures fly

Over my starving sweat.

 

Night breaks apart.

My life breaks apart.

 

O. Clemence. O.

When you are hungry

 

You sweat

And your thoughts do not become one.

 

And the hunger multiplies 

As if it were countries for Kings.

 

And if I can starve so often

Anyone can.

 

Hacking in poor clinics

And

 

Valoured doctors

Save the diluge 

 

Of

The Poor and The Sick.

 

I am so poor my broken foot

Stays broken.

 

My Pawh Panties:

 

Myhorriblepawhpantieswithlightdone

 

Part Next

 

O. Clemence. O.

My grief is a stone.

 

It cannot be cut.

It cannot be coloured.

 

It cannot be set in metal.

It cannot be given for love.

 

It cannot be taken for hate.

It is all I own.

 

My grief is a stone.

 

And had I known

I could have placed it in the cold blue hands

 

Of the young ballerinas

Trapped forever for fortune

 

By

Degas in the Hall.

 

O. Clemence. O.

No one will answer this call.

 

When

Jane died

 

She fell looking into my eye falling at my feet

So that means

 

Anyone can die

Of

 

Anything

Anywhere.

 

Zhitbeachwaretool

 

I am trying to let you know

What went wrong

 

In our songs

Our homes

 

Our streets

Our minds

 

Our schools

Our families.

 

Our honour

Our duty

 

To uphold

Each other and protect where we have come from.

 

To know that these sentiments

Were to improve our clarity

 

Of

Right

 

And

Wrong.

 

To be safe

And in that safety.

 

To belong onto each other.

To share

 

Care

And be fair.

 

Myhorriblegriefboxestool

 

Without the intervention

Of

 

Governing bodies.

Our goal was told and simple

 

To meet at the marketplace

And trade.

 

And to never fear

Those

 

That

Choose

 

To live beyond their and our 

Means.

 

We have lost the truth of the provider.

We do not trust ourselves.

 

The fires they

Are burning in the fields and the mountains.

 

Flooding in the valleys.

Destinies and Sorrows

 

Of

Tsunamis.

 

The earth will fall apart

Before

 

Man destroys it

Or realizes how much he needs it.

 

Love cannot be understood

In a life time.

 

That is the true

Mark of Cain.

 

Zotdotdonecomplete-1-1-1

For Rosa Hernandez of the Dominican Republic.

(Thanks Facebook for the Notes.)


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Exodus of Clemence (Ma Volonté D'immoler)

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Give me the Planet and I will give you the words.

Clemence.

 

Give me the fuel and I will give you the fists.

Clemence.

 

Give me the assassin shot and I will give you the guns.

Clemence.

 

Give me the gold and I will give you the molars it was found.

Clemence.

 

Give me the solution and I will give you the infiltration.

Clemence.

 

Give me everyone's son and I will give you a nation.

Clemence.

 

Give me dead dumb people and I will give you Stockholm Slaves.

Clemence.

 

Everyday Everyday Everyday Everyday

There is a party here There is a party there

 

There is a queer quiz master at the quantum cafe

Who lived in Queens.

 

Clemence.

Clemence.

 

Give me Fortune's Mountain and I will give you a black dick a white dick.

Clemence.

 

Give me hell and I will turn your dog's fur inside out.

Clemence.

 

Give me your trip and I will give you a purple micro dot.

Clemence.

 

Give me your id for the underground and I will give you my laylow

Clemence.

 

Give me your digits and I will crave new ones in your wrists.

Clemence.

Whiteshopguntime2

2.

 

O.Clemence. O.

I need your gloves today to tie these threats.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Elutriation Eliminating

 

Ellison's Moon Bubbles.

Everyone is Enough.

 

O. Clemence. O.

If I bring you Gowns & Boots

 

Will you sort through the opened trains and gates

And tell which to take.

 

Tell

Me

 

How

To

 

Do

This.

 

Cementwindow2done

 

St. Malo have mercy on me.

The Tantivy Tantalus Troubled

 

Became volcanic

Traveling past steel factories

 

Grass tall as train windows.

Through

 

Pennsylvania's  abandonment.

Everyman

 

Wants to be a Blood King on the Blood Earth.

No one wants the last syllable -dex.

 

Save.

The Bottle Finders.

 

Save.

Our strong young men

 

Strung like Flies

On the pepper trees of Fell Street.

 

Save.

The women who hang themselves at traffic lights.

 

Save.

The unprotected sleeping in the bowling lanes.

 

Save.

Our people from our police.

 

O. Clemence. O.

A tongue is cut with Jacob's ladder.

 

The three do breathe through evil.

God is a written symbol

 

On my dead father's eye lid.

Prayer is the dead child's IRE.

 

The sound within

The triangle.

 

(God will never send one to the wrong person no matter what.)

(God I hid for months  in the cupboards under the sink. This is Jew Time. This to Survive.)

 

Whiteguntimetree

 

Part 3

 

She has been brought back to this life.

She has the spot light.

 

Seems

Someone has saved  her life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Let me put your smoke out in my palm.

 

Now what have you come here for?

What can I do for you I am a bag of corpse flies.

 

Whiteshopman

 

And When I Rest

 

O. Clemence. O.

Soul Sails Sisters

 

The opening

For what could be

 

A dramatic turn

Of all time.

 

Sea spat stones into

The

 

Atoned Atomy Attic's Altar Amended

The Chronicles.

 

Each time I go.

I am a hose in the wind.

 

Perched

On Parchment Street.

 

Defector Motion

Stopped the trouble that came.

 

Mercy in hand

Carried Crescent City

 

Crushed Collapsing Carnations

Into the Carnivals of My

 

Mind In the Greenhouse.

Bones of God

 

Grew

Despite will on the grills

 

Of our moment in broke.

I cannot apply my knowledge more

 

About

Dank Damned Dismantled

 

Droughts

A fore seen since '56 of our holy nation.

 

Our fields have blood but they will grow.

Democracy's Arcane.

 

Profits of Pain.

A dramatic turn is at hand.

 

Whitepinktie

 

Part 4

 

O. Clemence. O.

Divinity Became blindingly Became

 

Crazy.

In the middle of 2

 

Wasting Worlds Waring Wept

Wading Waters

 

Wild

With

 

Witch Wings

Of

 

Broken

Enchantments.

 

(And the children will mourn for the acquiscent gentic. It is horrible to think no one is on your side.

But it is the truth so carry on that way or immolate into

 

Nikola Vaptsarov's hands.

Moth balls

 

At the firing line.- 1942.

and the culmination of Arts and thoughts.

 

Whitereamsofof_-_copy
 
Whitereamscrop

 

O. Clemence. O.

Ask him

 

Does he not hear us from these

Positions

 

On the

Station Poles.

 

As we roll our words

Across Drought

 

Faint Fever Fields

Farmed Failed Faith

 

Fat Flies

Biting

 

The Necks

Of

 

The Farmers.

In the Negro Rain.

 

(When many lose

I do win.)

 

Zumasaysgofuckinghangyourselfstropmg

 

O.Clemence.O.

I had a fever for 3 days before my son was born.

 

And when I brought him to the family home

The clouds were shorn.

 

The floods began.

We slept above

 

On risen stone.

Kaolin Bone.

 

The trails were filled with gun powder

And red shards pulling against the wind.

 

In thin veil

His birth had not moved the war along.

 

O.Clemence.O.

The Exodus begun. Then.

 

The archives ancient accumulated artillery

Aching Arching

 

Astray abandoned

Atrium's artery

 

Artificial Horizon

Two Hebrews in the flood and flourless.

 

O.Clemence. O.

Becomes to Change.

 

The place is the same.

The faces are all dead.

 

There is nothing to walk to.

The smell of sweet rotting bodies in the spiritual air.

 

Whyifall

 

 

I slide through the darkest places

Of the above earth minds.

 

And met with less love

Left Limbic Systems

 

Of

The drug cartels.

 

Where the child moans.

On the Highways of Disposal.

 

O.Clemence.O.

When I broke my foot

 

The lives of man broke.

Now is not the time to be excessive.

 

A child in the marketplace

Gave me a magic ball

 

Patina grease.

And then she fell

 

A spine bullet.

Her eyes to mine.

 

The Aurochs sent me a Love Letter.

The grain of gone.

 

Into

The hand plougher's

 

Sweat

Set in Drought our Nation.

 

O. Clemence. O.

My will to immolate.

 

Riding

Crucian Carp

 

To

Clemence.

 

Whiteredredtreedresstool

(Excerpt Satchel Cornstalk)

*I stand by self immolation as a form of protest. I feel fated so.*

 

The Exodus of Clemence ( Prosopagnosi & Anesthesia)

Technologystackedagainstmysoul3

 

O. Clemence. O.

Is the line planted through these Kingdoms

 

Birth

Death.

 

Wrappers.

Skin over blood.

 

Blood ovens.

Where the flying ended.

 

I have no magic monsters. Left.

They were stolen from my shelves before I lay curd upon them.

 

My veins sizzle. Like hypothermia.

To die

 

And walk into the mist where nothing is mistaken.

And I want peace.

 

I am horse dead.

Exhausted like bridges.

 

No one can be trusted.

Lift me to the ghosts. (They are often sexual.)

 

Deathflyer.

We shall go.

 

Dear Clemence.

Let me turn

 

Towards him.

The son of a son.

 

The

Iron Tree.

 

When he went by by

I went too.

 

Paraas

 

O. Clemence.O.

The journey wants to kill me.

 

O. Clemence. O.

At the hand bath.

 

The angels

Wore

 

Gloves.

The greatest of them.

 

Did they notice themselves?

An individual wearing gloves.

 

Lifting me up

Lifting me down.

 

A slime in the sermon.

Weather

 

Is to be rich

Is to be poor.

 

Fields of man.

A bad crop.

 

I walked away like a pushing against the bone.

I walked away with a broken limb.

 

Love is loving me.

And my lips shall never part

 

To speak

Of your whereabouts.

 

O. Clemence. O

I love thee.

 

At the grapevines

Where I write to you on the glass.

 

In the morning as it prays.

Over my Judaic body.

 

I wake the machinery.

To mull about.

 

They sliced your bread.

But I sewed it back for you.

 

Whole.

With threads from my fraying black skirt

 

Which faced the seas, time and time again,

Of

 

Him.

Him.

 

Him.

Him.

 

Parandy

 

O. Clemence. O.

God is blue like Dahlia.

 

And a mouth

Like turnips.

 

Omens in the fro.

Bless you and your life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The greed of nations  are passages.

 

Passage speak.

Why speak around like a ghost without a kitten.

 

Speak and get it over with.

Every year is a spitting year.

 

Cattle they wander

In the broken cities

 

The empty

Palm of the farmers.

 

Accept the warnings.

You are warned.

 

The revolt will ravage

The revoltors.

 

Belief is not in the cold streets.

But in my righteous stone baby.

 

Baby.

Baby.

 

Baby.

Baby.

 

Syria’s Slaughter.

Massacre’s Masquerade

 

Mecca's

Midnight Ball.

 

Send no one to the streets.

The Brotherhood is as bad as what was had.

 

You are better off throwing

The chandeliers into Bullet Boulevard.

 

O.Clemence. O.

He who follows me

 

Will live a life of Rose’s Remorse.

(Not a bad life.)

 

Parafaceinpinkie

O. Clemence. O.

I am mystic.

 

With a cloud bouquet

Over the groom.

 

I rained

On a poet’s husband.

 

O. Clemence. O.

How delicate the men I find within.

 

My love is sacred.

And my love fell to slumber.

 

I brought him to the eternal fame fortune.

And his widow

 

Shall

Never be without.

 

O. Clemence. O.

I am mystically chasing a snake in the garden of Eden because it is entertaining and the snake is not sexual to me.

 

Mountainfakekachinadollisdoneman

 

I have seen the morning rise on the foreheads of the dead.

I have lunged into the rotting bodies for safety and to be fed.

 

I was. I was.

Stronger.

 

Than

He.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Beyond the real and imaginary break walls.

 

He bangs his oars against the rock

Of

 

All walls.

He calls

 

My name.

My name.

 

In a wooden row vessel.

Whose light

 

Is lit

With the blood of Goats.

 

He bangs the laughing tides

Into love songs.

 

From  memory.

There is a way to him.

 

Predominance.

He arches his body.

 

To the drumming dusk.

What can the light

 

Of things

Promise.

 

How did I inherit him?

When I was ill

 

And in the Valley of Blood

Promises where thrown away.

 

My loves is a villa root.

I have decided.

 

When. Exactly.

And the most beautiful words I have ever read were written in French.

 

I wanted to remain still and chilled like a tombstone.

Unopened.

 

To the material of the world.

Where

 

Death

Consists.

 

If I continue this mourning

For him for him.

 

I will fall in love with mourning

Him.

 

Here is the plate.

I did not know he would carry it.

 

Over

The Composition's  Compass Cinders

 

Comets

Crying.

 

Death is the sexual turn on

Of all times.

 

Amen.

 

Paraloid

 

O.Clemence.O.

The leaves are lovers.

 

Write me the most astounding love letter

One could receive.

 

Tell in sentences

What your blood smells like.

 

Tell in sentences

What your neck does when you are pleasured.

 

Parabrowndone

 

O. Clemence.O.

I did get through scraps of metal.

 

Where my hunger

Bent time and space.

 

Muscle Brain Fat.

The Nest of Holiness.

 

You are the wisdom of Silence.

You are the wisdom of Science.

 

Colours on my ivory shirt.

Art will not die in my hands.

 

Do you think about it?

Do you?

 

My God

Will you see me or waste at the look out?

 

Zurprospheredone

 

O.Clemence.O.

I went to the secret shores.

 

Dreaming to be restored.

I looked into the Black tide pools

 

And found

A surfer's broken board.

 

My how the rainbows in everyone's life time

Is consumed

 

By the dream of justice.

Justice is a factory.

 

And puffs out its amount of

Smoke into the sky.

 

And I was in line.

At its closed doors.

 

With serious accusations and implications.

Others Among.

 

Is it Borneo said the Englishman

Sitting in a stained chair

 

In the dangerous lands.

Well. It is Borneo.

 

Although

I did not know what he was talking about.

 

 

Perhaps.

The blossoms of Borneo.

 

Blossoms Borneo Breathtaking

SPAN.

 

5 Years.

Either Sides.

 

They all died.

Killed and Killed Back.

 

O.Clemence. O.

Cover my body.

 

Hungry Here

No stranger to poverty.

 

O.Clemence.O.

Cover my body.

 

Deed Disputes.

Rulers Die.

 

But.

Ruled die too.

 

I am shaking

From my own hunger history.

 

Artist that are bread now

In beds of shared graves.

 

A shared meal

A congealed cadaver cafeteria

 

For the Birds of Borneo.

Plans.

 

A signature. A mark.

Yours.

 

Parared

 

O.Clemence. O.

I am tall with claws.

 

Vermeer Vermeer

Broke

 

Down with tears

When he tried to bid me

 

Farewell.

Farewell.

 

Come here. Come here.

Don't be afraid. Girl. Don't be afraid.

 

I cannot paint you now.

This is between us.

 

The seas you will break

In 2.

 

With words in the water of your mouth.

And you shall write

 

On the ocean's surface.

The echoes of swells.

 

Whatisoldisinthegardendone

Be well my child

When I expire

 

There will be so few

Who will take to you.

 

My brushes are bundled.

My paints are corked.

 

My canvases are rolled.

Address my window of light

 

With pulled Damask.

And wrap yourself well.

 

Choose any direction.

For I am dying young.

 

Not having saved you a guilder.

And they will slay you

 

With rejection.

There shall be no rose method for you.

 

So. Seek shelter

With Genghis Khan.

 

In his secret tomb.

Drink his coffee

 

But do not become his virgin.

And do not forget

 

To rise again.

As always and as the way things do become

 

You will continue to eat your meals on pots lids

In the room where they slaughter the Boars.

 

My dear

Do not let this put you away.

 

All will tire of themselves.

And look

 

Quite

Like Boar Heads.

 

My darling darling darling

Brown daughter.

 

Theimperialbomberdone-1

 

O.Clemence.O.

They are holding the mirror to close to their faces.

 

Arsenic Gardens

Was the place I walked into.

 

Heavenly Creatures as Sudden Blue Grew

There.

 

And pink cotton balls catch in your throat.

When you were over hearing me

 

Did anything

I say

 

Go home to your soul.

Move you.

 

Like nursed milk

In an early morning

 

Barn's Bitter Beams. Straining

Tears.

 

(I saw Van Morrison in the back of the barn under a soft light bulb hung to a rafter

Encircled by dust singing 'Blue Diamonds'.)

 

In Michael's fields

Hold a mirror to your soul.

 

And

The mourn is not useless.

 

Paramanwomaninpoolsnow

 

I am.

In separation. A better person.

 

Sad.

But better.

 

O.Clemence. O.

It is something like Africa

 

And a newspaper writer at the door.

Now days.

 

The aparition of my life as it films.

The people here have exhausted me.

 

You can tell.

I am not knocking down ladders of emotion with anyone.

 

Here.

I am numb to this geography.

 

I am not one of the uncalled.

I do know that going is gain.

 

Giving is Godly.

Getting is Greed.

 

Hearing is

The most exhaustive gas to inhale.

 

(There a man in the square.

Think I might want to go there.)

 

Chair number 2.

Near the get a way door.

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Delmoreschwartzchairwitsf1

 

Forget-Me-Nots

Twisted around the child who had woken before sunrise.

 

 

As she rolled like a corn cob

Embraced or embracing in the earth early eyes

 

East and turning.

Turning for independence from the matter.

 

Consciously and not so

Involved

 

In

The

 

Return.

Dog House Chambers of a questionable womb.

 

She stabbed the colored pencils into the earth, the summer Nebraskan earth.

Quacking and flirting with cats that followed so far.

 

Why is it cosmic,

The evolution of extinct.

 

Begins.

A little girl watching.

 

And burying

Corsets and high heels

 

For the reefs of centipedes.

This is real. I mean, there is a hand in some condition in the glove.

 

O.Clemence. O.

This is it.

 

He passed by I

Did not notice and forgot his name.

 

I do not remember you.

Maybe a smell or a sound.

 

God did have mercy on me.

He let me forget everyone.

 

Wejustranoutoftime6li1-1

 

O. Clemence. O.

I am squeaking by as part of the people.(Snikers.)

 

And the smells of their echoing

Verbs and Urine.

 

Is not fitting their size

Of  history.

 

O. Clemence. O.

There is the most imaginable feeling

 

In the sky.

In the sky my husband gives himself

 

To the perfect prophet of open doors.

I have conversations of confidantes.

 

With him.

And. Them.

 

The Pear Torso Trees

Could fall into the winter.

 

What is the formation of

These birds?

 

How do they mean to me?

There was a pink chair

 

In the smoke

Of Rubbish.

 

O. Clemence. O.

This is the last leg.

 

The Legs of Legs.

Hags & Hens.

 

Only bare things

Need to be packed.

 

This is the East

Journey.

 

All

Gets Undone.

 

I will never return.

Lowered candles might be left behind.

 

The view towards the eastern sea will remain

But not the seer.

 

Else in the fire pits along the shore of obedience.

And the carving in the black rocks will remain for all time.

Glasstops

 

 

I am leaving

And no wharf could hold me.

 

No heart was offered

To love me.

 

As I should be loved.

No room

 

Beckoned Beautiful Balconies

For the words strikes of light sounds

 

Of

My life.

 

Nothing could hold me.

Not the Wizards

 

Not the Book of Spells

Not the Book of Speeds.

 

Not the Heads of the Mudangs.

Not the Oils of Voodoo.

 

Not the Cats of Midnight.

Nothing could hold me.

 

So exits were made.

And now evanescent.

 

The paranoia dreams elegance in fantasy

The construction of a very fine performance.

 

Arobotdressdone1-1

 

O. Clemence.O.

And so the ending

 

Is a collection.

Of

 

Sanity.

Once. More.

 

I was never a mausoleum , a place for visitors to leave

Their tokens of self grief

 

Gratitude.

I know I knew and I knew and I knew.

 

What I was waiting for

Fur in the motion.

 

Soul gone.

Oceans.

 

A few

Faces in the blindness of faces.

 

My names is my name.

Whatever it is to you.

 

The folly in memories

I am being reimbursed for.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Every one here is a coward.

 

None.

Rose above.

 

And what did

Did not

 

Do it here.

None.

 

And what did

Did

 

In the Cuban Channels

Crawling 26 miles

 

From Florida

At midnight.

 

Exhaustion is exhaustion.

It has to do with how close

 

To death

We come.

 

The twins of the Underwood

Were killed in the Irish.

 

My children are dead, Clemence.

All 3 of them.

 

The last 4th

Is safe

 

For

Eternity.

 

And from

Eternity.

 

Things People.

Have a way of serving their purpose.

 

How could I love

The Birth Place of Beasts?

 

I worded harder than Gods

For these

 

Resurrections.

Resurrections.

 

O. Clemence. O.

The reason for the rest

 

Is the reason of the dangerous journey.

It was real rain falling and it

 

Rained more than  water.

Choirs in chairs died.

 

And so I learned.

To Walk Around Dead People.

 

Amen.

And luck be in our lungs.

 

Parastairdonewithstars

 

(Excerpt from an over written piece. Thank you facebook for your notes. Satchel Tate Cornstalk)

 

 

 

 

 

The Exodus of Clemence (The Transit of People Found In Wrong Places)

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O.Clemence.O.

Thee

 

Contusions and Fractures.

I

 

Was held by this rash of rushing

To put my people on the parchment

 

For once and for all.

The Books.

 

I came from the Deep Pacific.

The West is a Dress

 

In a poppy's field.

In the oatmeal sack

 

Thousands of Ladybugs in the hands of children's befundlement

To

 

The fireflies who sacrifice

To

 

The electronic scarab.

All is in heaven as in the greatest fist one thought of.

 

All is in the super box now.

Clemence.

 

Tell Mary.

All is in the super box now.

 

 

 

O. Clemence. O.

Am I a deformation?

 

Being this falling?

The channels.

 

Ice and The Climbing of It.

There are mountains of it here.

 

I held the cross to my swollen flesh

And

 

The witnesses arrived

As the birds

 

Dived

For the incoming storm.

 

My soul

Is grey

 

For

The

 

Background

Of

 

This immortal

Art.

 

Astripofdanieldonetwo

 

I shall marry in dishwater. But I shall marry before

The end of the year.

 

3:18

 

O.Clemence.O.

I am painting.

 

On this seajourney.

 

(The Kill) Part 4

 

O. Clemence.

My name is my I. Mind is not located in the hive called body.

 

And

I have been making chemical goodness out of nothing.

 

And found in the magic of the soft

Sent lettres.

 

From unanswerable senders.

Beings bent on response.

 

O. Clemence.

I did not have to hunt her.

 

She was mistaken.

And was catch

 

At the door

Of her dying plants.

 

All she can.

She cannot.

 

This is relatively

An easy things.

 

To kill.

When one falls off the fever planets.

 

O Clemence.

I am rising.

 

Above the production.

They turned their body of work

 

Into weapons.

Something against God and his people.

 

Who are God's people?

Who are God's people?

 

Namethatbreadatbeachdone

 

Please do not prolong your presence.

It has an affect. An effect.

 

I went to underworlds to ask

For the Forgiver.

 

And I was told.

That this is something we wait for.

 

I went to the stars in the juice pitcher.

Laying on the linen strawberry

 

Table cloth.

Talk talk talk talk under the branches

 

With no leaf.

In the light of France.

 

When

Chill flees.

 

And Clemence must walk in bog and trench tending to the bees and owls.

Abandonment makes men lustful.

 

Anyoldeng

 

After I fell

Everything became bleached.

 

I saw whale bones

Elephants stuck

 

Under the saw

Alive

 

Under the saw

Alive.

 

Crying

From their eyes.

 

The gruesome

Go.

 

I think he is out there.

Turning.

 

Visions

And the aperture.

 

I think this is him.

Moving.

 

But I am discerning in a new

Way.

 

Feeble and

Fearful.

 

O crawled pass

The vulgarity of man.

 

My shells and My sweat.

And the freedom did cease.

 

It did.

Clemence.

 

It did

Cease.

 

Aghostwantedtostealmybathingsuitinthebathhouse

 

 

(The Operation of Things)

 

O Clemence.

Truly the thieves went to the dry well.

 

And

There were no miracles at that well.

 

Just.

Little silver charms from the lace bracelet of a female

 

Who

Worked so hard she did not know what she had lost but she knew it would be loss.

 

Who

Worked so hard she did not know what she had gain because when you are running with bundles of life you have

 

No time to

Reflect.

 

What you do between storms

Is sleep so close to death and life

 

That the thumbs

Numb upon waking.

 

I have commanded the rivers.

I have commanded the rivers.

 

And where I stood there was blood dropping down down down down

And

 

Gulls cleaned their wings of blood for eternities.

And

 

I could not reach a thing to

Apologize or receive the asking of forgiveness.

 

I was sold out to new families.

And

 

Became someone else.

Entirely.

 

And I did not have to die to do this.

I have been shattered for the levels I have been called to.

 

God

Is

 

A

Masochist.

 

Gingerdropincompletion2

 

In morning's mourning river

I am thrown.

 

In night's nacreous cloud river

I am pulled from.

 

What God's love is doing in the fibers of the clear tourmaline.

Will bare out.

 

O Clemence.

I hobble down the street filled with Jesus people.

 

And they speak

And they are channeled.

 

To speak to me.

By whom

 

I am not

Sure.

 

Are you sure?

At the lucky star of a hand that slaps a cheek.

 

I have a fish aura.

I have gone to the water to float with the trauma stones

 

Of what

Was

 

Lost

And

 

Not

Remembered

 

To

Be

 

Lost.

The creation of US.

 

Origamiwindowslicedone

 

Programmers should move with care.

 

I can read your mind. I can tell you when you will die. I can tell you when you became alive. I can tell you about every moment of your life. I can tell you what will happen to you in love. I can tell you if you might become rich. I can tell you what they are saying in heaven. But you didn't even notice a thing, did you?

 

I can tear you apart, I can separate your ribs and touch your heart. I can tell you what you lost when you were 10 and I can tell you what you will lose. I can bring you before the faces of the people you miss. I can take you to the bush and set it on fire with my will. I can make you smile or I can give you the chills.

I can you make you out in a crowd. I can chase you and catch you.

I can chase you and let you go.

 

What is brought to me

I can easily give it away.

 

I can forget.

A face I love for years.

 

I can tell you sweet thoughts.

And tear the diamonds from the prongs of your ring.

 

I can make you a sensation.

I can make you feel a sensation.

 

I can charge you up with hope.

Or

 

Let you

Linger.

 

At the glass window

Of

 

Never.

 

Flyingintogoaindia

 

 

Part 5

 

Do not come around me with your nervousness.

I feel surrounded by shadows of any bad deeds you have.

 

Do not come around me with your fear of rejection.

I feel my blossoms will wilt from the sick life of your head.

 

O Clemence.

I am getting cleared by the female border guard.

 

She grew a bread

Over night.

 

Silly women.

Want to be men.

 

It is hard to carry a tarse around.

You can tell.

 

Men do not know happiness.

Ashem. אָשֵׁם

 

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Part 5.

 

O Clemence.

My Love.

 

My faith must be carried on in you.

Past me.

 

Today

26 and I shall die.

 

I love.

I love.

 

So many.

So many.

 

Though they stand like sticks in tall winters.

Waiting for the end of I.

 

O Clemence.

Whom shall I love on the day of my father's death?

 

Whom?

The whom blanket.

 

I saw my father through the wind

My lashes

 

Catch

The drops of moisture. Resting.

 

As cut glass.

I did not blink.

 

It was as if

Looking into a mirror.

 

I have read

That.

 

Others do this too.

He is like horse belly.

 

The mock orange tulips stank the rose bushes------

 

I watched him through.

In my ocean suit that looks like a manta ray.

 

O Clemence.

Will you collaspe with me to cry when it all stops happening?

 

I will not disappear.

When once

 

Is

Twice.

 

And.

I have chosen you to curate.

 

Sleepingwiththee7

 

The cane fields of blood.

Where the bloom games of love.

 

Open it one day. Clemence.

God and your love

 

Will be as one.

In the cold evening.

 

Air.

I walked

 

Pass the royal palm

And fell

 

Into

The Gold streets

 

Of

Hypomnesia.

 

Acornboy

 

Part 6.

 

I shall depart.

Like all things

 

I loved

And

 

Knew.

 

Awonderfulsaileg2

 

The Nature of the Pain. Here.

What stands to the questioning

 

That continue in the bedding.

In the neck of a water

 

The size of a water

And

 

Does it meet

With something greater.

 

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I rose from the muscular waters

A sediment.

 

Earned silver

Hearing prayers in the heat between waves.

 

All that sanity

Turned

 

Into grief of thrown roses(bouquets)

For gone soul.

 

Godly protected.

And cold with the angles descent.

 

The known is simply

The unknown.

 

I rose from the sand

Forehead at the grey sky

 

A fallen second level

Of a creative failed aviator.

 

There fantastic insects

Flying. In the psychic air.

 

Flying.

Towards heaven's sinkhole and the hog.

 

Or

The fold of a book

 

Murdered insects

Slammed by readers.

 

An indolent child.

The next toy

 

Or crisp situation.

The ego is nude and this scares so many.

 

What is the innocence of anything.

Let me speak.

 

Let me speak.

This land

 

Will be returned to the beginning.

And the soul of man restored.

 

For US.

There is war.

 

Dragged down into the under tow.

Watching

 

Kings ships pass

Or Queens' anatomies.

 

Justacrackofsears3

 

When I speak.

I speak.

 

To all those in the undertow.

You will float. (You have been below.)

 

Arm thyself.

Arm strongly.

 

 

We have lost geniuses

In the wreck of war.

 

In the wreck

Of

 

Our God Given

Mercy.

 

Open your hymn books.

The world will now change hands.

 

Thesorrowofdimitryshapirodonenow
(For Dmitry Shapiro)

Excerpted. Satchel Tate Cornstalk