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Randall Lard's picture
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My wife with the hair of a wood fire
With the thoughts of heat lightning
With the waist of an hourglass
With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger
My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude
With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth
With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass
My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host
With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes
With the tongue of an unbelievable stone
My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing
With brows of the edge of a swallow's nest
My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof
And of steam on the panes
My wife with shoulders of champagne
And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice
My wife with wrists of matches
My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts
With fingers of mown hay
My wife with armpits of marten and of beechnut
And of Midsummer Night
Of privet and of an angelfish nest
With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks
And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill
My wife with legs of flares
With the movements of clockwork and despair
My wife with calves of eldertree pith
My wife with feet of initials
With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking
My wife with a neck of unpearled barley
My wife with a throat of the valley of gold
Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent
With breasts of night
My wife with breasts of a marine molehill
My wife with breasts of the ruby's crucible
With breasts of the rose's spectre beneath the dew
My wife with the belly of an unfolding of the fan of days
With the belly of a gigantic claw
My wife with the back of a bird fleeing vertically
With a back of quicksilver
With a back of light
With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk
And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking
My wife with hips of a skiff
With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers
And of shafts of white peacock plumes
Of an insensible pendulum
My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos
My wife with buttocks of swans' backs
My wife with buttocks of spring
With the sex of an iris
My wife with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus
My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat
My wife with a sex of mirror
My wife with eyes full of tears
With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle
My wife with savanna eyes
My wife with eyes of water to he drunk in prison
My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe
My wife with eyes of water-level of level of air earth and fire

- André Breton

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Autumn

Still warm at the beach
Walking a five mile crescent
Labor Day leaves a few

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love it

mike!

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Mostly H2O

My words now flow where
Once they had been dammed
My sense of myself
Commences its run
Atop a high peak
In the sound of snow
Falling, melting down
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Plunging through gullies
Ravaging ravines
Burnishing boulders
Carving canyons clean
It breaks for the sea
Across a wide plain
Before entering
The estuary
Where I speak with you

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Cogitate Ergot Some

Hey, René!
Shit or get off
Descartes

You think
Therefore
You think
You are
Clever

Me too,
Only you
Don't think
So much
Anymore

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MY DECLARATION OF SELF ESTEEM

I AM ME

IN ALL THE WORLD, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE EXACTLY

LIKE ME EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF ME IS

AUTHENTICALLY MINE BECAUSE I ALONE CHOOSE IT-

I OWN EVERYTHING ABOUT ME MY BODY, MY FEELINGS,

MY MOUTH, MY VOICE, ALL MY ACTIONS, WHETHER

THEY BE TO OTHERS OR TO MYSELF- I OWN MY

FANTASIES, MY DREAMS, MY HOPES, MY FEARS- I

OWN ALL MY TRIUMPHS AND SUCCESSES, ALL MY

FAILURES AND MISTAKES BECAUSE I OWN ALL OF

ME, I CAN BECOME INTIMATELY ACQUAINTED WITH ME-

BY DOING SO I CAN LOVE ME AND BE FRIENDLY WITH

ME AND ALL MY PARTS- I KNOW THERE ARE ASPECTS

ABOUT MYSELF THAT PUZZLE ME, AND OTHER

ASPECTS THAT I DO NOT KNOW- BUT AS LONG AS I

AM FRIENDLY AND LOVING TO MYSELF, I CAN COURAGEOUSLY

AND HOPEFULLY LOOK FOR SOLUTIONS TO THE PUZZLES

AND FOR WAYS TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT ME- HOWEVER I

LOOK AND SOUND, WHATEVER I SAY AND DO, AND

WHATEVER I THINK AND FEEL AT A GIVEN MOMENT IN TIME

IS AUTHENTICALLY ME- IF LATER SOME PARTS OF HOW I

LOOKED, SOUNDED, THOUGHT AND FELT TURN OUT TO BE

UNFITTING, I CAN DISCARD THAT WHICH IS UNFITTING, KEEP

THE REST, AND INVENT SOMETHING NEW FOR THAT WHICH I

DISCARDED- I CAN SEE, HEAR, FEEL, THINK, SAY, AND DO I

HAVE THE TOOLS TO SURVIVE, TO BE CLOSE TO OTHERS,

TO BE PRODUCTIVE, AND TO MAKE SENSE AND ORDER OUT OF

THE WORLD OF PEOPLE AND THINGS OUTSIDE OF ME- I OWN ME,

AND THEREFORE I CAN ENGINEER ME- I AM ME AND I AM OKAY

-Author Unknown

"ENGINEER ME..."

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Like a Horse Unshod

New directions
Say it out loud
Then picture them clad

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Happy 4th! to the human tribe...

once again, it's time to fly that flag,
pop a bag,
and remember those
whose freedom is gone
yet I can't help but wonder,
maybe in blunder,
exactly what it is
that I'm not dependent upon

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Furr-therrrr

This summer will come and
Pulling ourselves out of our flower gardens
We'll find our favorite shed
To see that old group of men
Play those songs
That have composed
The soundtracks of our lives

We'll mourn those who have passed
And listen to others sing their songs
And wonder how anybody
Can appreciate this band
Who hasn't heard Jerry play
At least once in their lives

In the end
Who sings what
With how young a crowd
Who never smelled the master bouquet
Never does really matter
As long as you wore a smile
And helped pick up the garbage...

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy Father's Day
to ALL of You, xo!

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