The Exodus of Clemence (My Poor Panties)
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.
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
The telephone pole.(Is the unmendable
Dismembering?)
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.
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
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:
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.
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.
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.
For Rosa Hernandez of the Dominican Republic.
(Thanks Facebook for the Notes.)












