Saturday, May 23, 2009

adam MEORA , Three crazy wisdom from philly's poetry wise-guy





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Shamanic Paper Cuts


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homeless derelict calling down the alien s ons


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Chip away bones mentalists push me to edge dis {appear} across family trees


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Novels written about me will be torn up to find my anus in a bowl of cherries


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Beauty of sundial con scious necessary become six hour holy man


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Risk is close to life without living death its due thought death is risk without loss


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I fall into blood soars before blood idol soars swill swine pushed stomach outward


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Ethiopia female cage tiny rice pellets stark sand crystals sand paper cut lips = mothers


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We are not one we are not one us naked is different tone ]d eath starve uterus spermshaped


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Future has chance ….one psychotic….one famished…make mah eat poetry


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For all the countries with my children


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Boom BOOM MY nuclear weapons have names like my children


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Succulent memorable tributes to my ancestors First middle last ways to split us into oblivion


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One we haven’t seen since the BIG BANG


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Notice my bold over pronunciation


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Let my kids become less ….one thousand heads of little rug smashing babies


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Crushed with borscht and apple pie sandwiches


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I will make them bow to headless reason of blowing up glaciers


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So more slushies can drip for our canyons of dooM


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mention me and get a coupon to the poet’s hall of fame


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wait I must blow up these consonants as to create more green fuel for my


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egolasting slice of the BIG BaNG PIE


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I have cum again to ensure that you will be pregnant forever with impermanence


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Hide your impermanence hide your definitive articles


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I have zero tolerance for eating on the fly


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But my children must die ….all of our children must die


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Don’t play dea Big BanG


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I am an island in this poem leave me be and spread my nuclear love song


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Spread my nuclear love song


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I fear suicide I fear nukes I fear shaving my legs and wearng daisy dukes


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I fear diapers and cleaning on poops


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I am a magic poet I am a magic poet wait I don’t even like magic or poetry or poets who use magic or magicians that steal poetry I like to steal plane and simple


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I will steal your answer to this poem I will steal your response


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I will steal your nonchalance


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Proliferation referendum dumbski missle strike I love lesbian dike patrols


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Swallowing half sized childish trolls


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Bust open warhead tolls


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Pay me to be the god of universal bullshit


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Pay me to the god of hooterversal warspit


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My children have names like marmalade xlposive meora


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Or Meltingfeshy ginsberg meora jam jam


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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song


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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song


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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song


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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song


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I don’t kare if the people are gon just keep playing by nuclear love song


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I am a man who is scared easily; wet behind orifices when they fall away


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Sand crabs tunnel skin


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I do not fear human extinction; animals, plants, insects hold much more


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Clarity



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must we not sacrifice ourselves as we sacrifice our globe our globe


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How selfish our footprints magnified through human brains


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How selfish our suffering human remains


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Must we mark all things let wolves eat our carcasses, ferns grow


From our mouths


Swans fly from our bellies


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Beetle moths crawl out from


our


Backs


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Shivers portly do not die I’ll give you me to live, sweet river; no more water for me


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Make rain from my eyes solid spectra of cow milk


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Heartbeats for sigh lent creatures



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