The Exodus of Clemence (My Poor Panties)

Myhorriblegriefinimagesdone

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.

 

Myhorriblegriefdonewithlight

 

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.

 

473786_338032382948339_925702942_o

 

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:

Zumaiskickingitwiththequeensdone

 

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.)