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Monogenesis or polygamy. Have
you ever used a craniometer. Phrenology
or Anatomy. Evolution or Creationism.
Algolagnic. Sexual arousal only when
pain is involved. Not 50 shades of grey
Masochism Lite. Nymphomaniac 2.
Swinburne’s Cannibal Club Catechism.
“Before the beginning of years/there came
the making of man.” The Swinburne Stomp
Revisited. Debauchery as a way of life.
An art form.  Dilettantes need not apply.
 
 
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Welcome to the Percy Bysshe Shelley
Memorial Swim Meet.  Won’t ya let me
take you on a sea cruise.  The song. The
sentimental journey. The ship of fools.
Don’t forget the pig roast after. Don’t
forget to light my fire. Bring your own
skewers. Your ‘Smores. Your heart and
soul. You are my heart’s inspiration.
Barracuda. Alas, John Barleycorn must
die. Weep for Adonais.  Elegy or prophecy.
Bring your own swimsuits. No nude bathing is
allowed. Swim the Hellespont at your own risk.
 
 
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Angel baby. Angel heart. Angel on my
shoulder. Angel eyes. Angel at my table.
Angel of repose (typo). Desolation angels.
Exterminating angel. Exterminating angels.
Hell’s angels. Michael the archangel. Angel
bravo. Angel the bus driver (ret.), Angel
Hernandez. Fallen angel. Teen angel.
Hierarchy of. Strange angels. Killer angels.
Hell’s angels on wheels.  Abbott and Costello
meet the hell’s angels. Angel tits. Angelology.
Angels with dirty faces. Los Angeles Angels:
gear, cards, officially licensed everything,
www.fanatics.com/mlb/angels.
 
  
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You can get anything you want at.
Ophelia’s restaurant. Home of the house
special Revenge Burger. Best served cold.
I can’t believe it’s not meat. Counting
flowers on the wall. Ophelia’s daisies.
Her pansies. Rue. Violets. Fennel.
Columbine. Rosemary. For remembrance.
That don’t bother me at all. On the way
to the nunnery. Or cripple creek. Throwing
something off the Tallahatchie bridge.
Watching Captain Kangaroo. I loathed
that fucker. And Howdy Doody. Buffalo Bob.
Phonies. Scarred me for life. Was Ophelia
a virgin. What do you think.
  
 
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What happens to people who live inside
their phones. Dom DeLillo wrote. In
The Silence. Soap opera plot line or
reformatting of Poltergeist. The Conversation.
A wedding in hell with no cell service.
the 18th green outside of the reception in
Melancholia. The movie.  Wagner and Despair.
The book and the movie. The world does end.
Literally. Metaphor or the future revealed.
Do we care. Who’s your provider.
 
  
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Is there such a thing as a flesh mob. Like
a flash mob only more intimate. Maybe
I just read my notes wrong.  Scribbled as
they were in the dark. Bedeviled as I am
by autonomous drones.  Rap tapping tapping
at my chamber door. Do space aliens need
car, home, motorcycle or life insurance.
My father was an insurance adjustor.
What about yours.  Had to be high risk
area, red lined potential customers.  Aliens
of all kinds. What are your insurance needs.
 
 
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This ain’t no disco. This ain’t no foolin’.
Death metal or ultra post industrial wasteland
rock. In God’s mosh pit. The laying on of
hands. Surf’s up. Strange days have found
us. The movie. Y2K+ 20. I can hardly wait.
P.J. Harvey or Juliette Lewis. No contest
really. Virtual reality or alternative facts.
The gravedigger’s lament. Burn baby, burn,
burn that mother down.
 
 
 
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“Ghosts point fingers.” According to Doon
Arbus. Caretaker of the images of Diane.
Her mother. “I apologize for the sight in my
eyes.” Susan Briante said. What you see is
what you get. Caveat emptor. A boy with a
hand grenade in Central Park. Not a terrorist.
Three hundred sixty five burning down the
house. Watching the days go by. A thing is
a phallic symbol if it’s longer than  its wide.
“I,” like John Ashbery,” lose myself in
other’s dreams.