~ Bats, fly, today, aloft ~

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The Flew or The Trick ~
Or Just a Freshkill Landfill

The high wire of a final bed, one not yet made,
Accounts “A Tale to the Swallow”

“Gee, how made Thee?
Harmony never managed to make him at Mach 2,2...?”

The Brooks Of ~ See Thomas Mann,
“Buddenbrooks Réserve” For the Hell. Do I hear?
Could it be? Bells Of the Hell?
This toll for the thee? Lend the ear?
Low!
Is a dog this, not, of Bellevue? ~ Of yes,
But with the Hell. Do you hear? Could you be
Bells of the Hell, which sound for me?
Lend me your ear! Low! Know!
Is a dog this, not, of Bellevue? Tinkle tinkling,
Tinklings of flutter, silver-plated company mixes
Our Enchanted Brew: The high wire of a final bed,
One not yet made,
Accounts “A Tale to the Swallow.”

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A engraved memory, an invitation, yes, delayed.
Confetti? Not! Snowflakes sprinkle the Time of ~
A ~ of ~ of wrinkle * ~ of ~ * ~ of ~ * ~ of ~ *
Of the posters of the ~
~ alt.usenet.readers.fault.line.inthesand!

Do not await Thee ~ make
Your purchases of gift before the Rush Day Before!
Can’t ~ no matter who ~ just pay extra
To enter Morning Wood?
I thought that day, long and hard, over
And above. A certain kind of business: Of Charity,
Of Hope, and of Faith. All virtues
Balanced with vice. By all events, the famous
Animals enter via a free backward passage
An event such as nothing new.
Sleeping partners alike, enjoy the publicity.

Consider the first De Morning Wood ~
An A List Celebrates Of Guest Of Male De Harold Of ~,
Oui...
.... and, also, these stars that missed ~
Outside on Bootie Rulz de Campe X,
Send to them ~ by fax of requests
That all the best dogs are gear-equipped
Are held on the legs with behind, requesting admission!
Their special waiting list of ~
A of invitation, yes, drawing our attention ~ with effort
From leash of heart, your dirtier confession
[Yes, here your council, your klew!]
An edge gives you, by Royal Order de Blew.
Thus VIPs, do not fear! Admit your worse the best,
And for members of the pressure, you, yes,
Higher
Our ~ of list for The Fourth Field,
We require that you come early, stay late.
[Pico, on second thought, please bring the starter!]
“Our ancestors of Savanna, Georgia,
A very Olde Towne, a revolutionary port
Of the African slave trade, a reverse Mourning\
Woulde, compete with the hyenas ~
A pain, a pleasure, howled ~ strapped, indeed
Whipped, iron-chained inside a ship’s wood
Debased basement, bound fast around
A sailing mast, their journey bound fast
From lost freedom,
Yes, Spirits Past Enslaved
From which, here, too, I sing, I praise,
I try to remember,
Give, offer, Memorial for these precious
Lost Black Deade ~
Too, spirits, they, are of good, they, too, are
Long-distance runners,
They, too, seek to obtain invitation
With the site of a great setting ~ This rumored, whispered
Morning Wood!
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Yes, I understand!
You must come! You must come!
Ms. Christine and Mr. Arthur, both my emissary
To offer only our best first-class, first-rate
Early stated, earliest engraved exposure ~
Our wrought-iron gates, our key, all yours,
All these years…Bring friends!
Hold our hands. Me dearest loves,
Yes, you. Bind my heart to yours,
If I may be so graced with your charmed
Company. Enchante, of course ~ Hurry,
Ride your horse…

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O too! On your journey
To join us in Morning Wood, please do me
One special favor! No, no favor, this you must
Do! Write, record, memorialize
Who died, who suffered, and how, yes,
This must be done. Nothing forgotten
From any time, none lost in time’s mystical
Haze. Not! We will forget not.
There, said, done, now please ~ work with due haste!

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…O, yes, furthermore!
Select, for our Morning Wood décor,
Special reminders ~
Embodied form, our reminders, y
Yur sufferings
Your travels, your every effort lost
And won,
Yes, engraved en high relief, our highest mantle
You wear, our highest esteem
Enshrined above our fireplace,
So every morning, we face reminders,
Retrace your ancient route, your years, your
Dark Mourning, all those years
Of Enslavement,
Our darkest years human history wrought
From which no irony comes ~
To which your life, you submitted your life,
Suffered the hands of whites. But alas,
Now
We celebrate your long torment, we bear,
No, receive, yes, your witness.
Yes, just ask Ms,
Christine, ordained, she, by Royal Order de Blew.

~ Memento Mori ~

Speak to me of untold horrors…
“You could see a band of vultures on the horizon
And to take off right towards them,”
He says, staring north through nothingness.

“Yes, please, go on, please, for me, continue,”
I say.

“To speak about the mom of ~ witch,” says hé!
“Let us pretend you am to me
A famished hyena, and you are a bone!”

“I think perhaps, yes, I understand,”
I answer.
“You are telling me ~ pain so vast, hunger
So sharp, you chewed yourself,
Chained aboard a ship, below the decks,
Where air stank, where darkness swallowed all
Light, all spirit.”

“No, not,”
He answers to me.
Not all spirit lost. Spirit all we have.
All else gone.”

~ Memento Mori ~

\Mama ~
Can we? Hm? Hm? Can we?”
Can we make everything right?
Can we please do that?

~ Memento Mori ~

“I you corn salad swallow and ~
I high CAT,
I Ching indicates, you are!
This marks I Ching. O, yes, I sing you ~
The mom, yes, me, I.”

Hello!

~ Memento Mori ~

Come, all, please come
To Morning Wood ~

~ Memento Mori ~

“Greetings...
Our All Star List Celebrates Of Special Guests,
Oui...
.... and, also, these other stars,
Those ones on TV,
Those ones any others missed
Lost through effervescent mysts of time,
Rings wrung, a tree trunk’s aged ascent,
Without a rhyme, without a time to live ~
You, yes You~
Come fill our hearts, come
Fill our senses up with you ~
All you sufferers, all from other times, please
Come now, please, I beg, I kneel for you,
To you, here, I craft my altar,
Build my Heaven,
Eternally worshipping you ~
You, yes, you, do indeed build me
My Heaven. To you, my deed
De Ownership.

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Outside, yes, those dogs
The Bootie Rulz de Campe X, my invitation
I send to them ~ by fax of requests for another ~
Of klew. Please RSVP, in case of doubt!
O yes! Forget not ~
Concerning a suitable process of your part,
Or the rules of The Order, please consult
“The Metropolitan Life Please,” by Ms.
Fran Lebowitz. Another of her councils here:

“I had hardly recovered ~ blow appellative
Struck by SoHo (southern of street of Houston),
When I received a fast left
With the sensitivity in the form of No-
Ho (northern of street of Houston).
Strapping principal but unbowed, I dropped
My guard and TriBeCa (triangle below street of channel)
Marked T.k.o in the very first noise.

O, too! Please see:
“Stars Principal,” by Mr.
JD McClatchy.

A Good Night,
A fine noir,
For now.
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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