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Grindings and Purgings I Must Purge Forever
(2005)

Stopped by the studio to unplug the coffee
Been up there who saw it plugged in
Plugged in since Tuesday evening.

I had a cup; well, two half cups,
And Imad had some, and so did Joe
There is still a lot in the pot.

And is it still I should have unplugged
Is anyone plugged in since Tuesday evening
Some obsessive compulsive issues I have.

Might be borderline I don't act on them
But are they if they are,
Enough to incapacitate me for three days.

How is it that coffee can incapacitate you in two ways:
One way would be to be less stimulated,
the smoke that grows from a coffee plantation.

And another would be to foreplug the coffee
And have it become a major issue in your mind
To the degree that you become a major issue.

In your mind forget to unplug,
That you feel completely transfixed
It and the other grinds that you can't find.

What pebbles of mesmerized it's just I can't
Paralyzed to move and so I haven't been there
In three days for want of a better a better.

Can anyone find time to find to pick up
Pieces of shards fall in crack, plugged and unplug
The meter of gas, of water, what is that purple stuff sprawled on the joints.

It can't be just pipe sealant, lurking
It must've been reason for a nation's downfall
Crisp let hands purge your workings and mind sidetrack mind.

Can't form little bits of move and shove
I was a grasshopper and now I am an enemy combatant
Kick shout discredit steal lie invent.

Wave repeat disappear Pigz a late
Blame others for your own misgivings
Figure out that there was focus and go back to the physical, the aimless.

Hunger down the backroads of hair removal
Back out sudden family guilt I am better than the older
He kept she kept he stuck pockets she struck rockets.

Water and dust are not isolated insect young can wash them
Fig get the major batt toles
Ig it is fig lit bit shi', git this pig off my lig.

I now understand that I don’t understand how
Levels of findings that we might thought we knew
Philosophically we know not in life of days gone so far.

But those ignorant jagged leather faced elders know
Those days and we don’t know what they know those days
We blame them for our not knowing we sentence them.

I find small details of offspring coming home and looking
With sparkling eyes up at me like I have lives of light
Have offerings of electronic food.

I find not one granular little piece of moist dirt-earth
In this plastic clicking square pile of
Visual filth muck shape.

My mind my mind alters gall or Levantine Gaulite
He lives in Paris with figures of discompensated families
Fled their poor only to find and pile.

Their offspring are snots of whine
And shard oh nay say what you see, can see what you can’t
Cant figure your brie or finger door re me.

Cascade down to my living hot rope of gigapica
Philabrother you have left me spacing with my right thumb
Spaces I should be spacing across land from rivers to hills.

And down into spaces of water blue depth of sky
Only God can deep ultramarine darkness in the day sky
And I can’t.

I can find me find me come find me lying purging
Subtle winds of marg o little ye of faith fail I say it
Go on and say what you can't say.

I just saw me, I lied,
I did unplug it, don’t believe me how can one mind
Find one dizzled pack of backstuffed ideas.

I fiddled with her fiddled with little sins
Planted in your memory’s eye, til one day you till the earth
And then come back to tell you what you've tilled.

Seconds pass and years are forgotten days beat you
Repeated down with familiar discs of those small mediums
And large increments.

I want only what is good for me not for me for you,
Not for you for them I want only what's deleted
I want only what I can’t have I want only what I can’t.

Remember becomes plays images series down
Baddik yani illaha innaha mihtali?*
How can I not say the love that I can’t love.
*(“Do you really want me to tell her that she is devious?”)

Did cement pieces put in them bodies of people they purchased or stole
To use for gain in incremental growth of wealth cookies
Butchery of treachery.

These tangents someone told me about I had not idea
Circles turning until my mind turned
Do not judge me you sit too, point of circumvent.

Black oil red gauze white
Nothing is funny throughout
The smell and sound of offspring will get me through the night.

The sight of offspring is blinding
I will always be blinded by their faces, gates to heaven
When they cry they messenger to me of cosmos lost.

I try fix but not
I try fig but mouth
eat / know
figure / non-figure
shape / idea
w - hitch connection
falling letters
circles in squares
fingers in plugs

They have dislodged us from
Where were we.

A Canadian woman makes stories about my mother
Teaches them to the maggot young who flourish in maggot time with maggot liquid flesh
And run through the full electronic gamut.

I am me you are a concept
What is a human connection.

I found this problem lying in little bits of machine and grime
Decomposed leaves it made me pick itself up
I picked it up and ran protected it with my life.

Inside my inside pocket near where I protect my heart
If an arrow came flying towards me what would I,
Wave it down with what little problem I have can’t solvet clorox you tell me.

Can you please remove this bag from off this chair,
So my grandfather can sit down
They piling in little increments of words into my son's head.

He should be tilling the fields of God.

Where are them fields.

where

am

he.

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