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Exiled Cow
was in a quorum
with Quill
Face Woman --
and
decided that laughter
was the
best way to end exile
comedy
school.
Who's
laughing now?
And, at
what?
The
showdown begins --
a laugh
emporium
a fat slaughterhouse
of laughing
Pale
graceless faces lick up
the
pedestal
--- my
lonesome eyes cycle and recycle white
phantom jet streams
a game of
chance
the fate
of Exiled Cow
the stealth of
Quill Face Woman
dreaming
and cherishing
their
dreams --
while
we all
wish we could do better
but, it's
hard, let's face it
I try as
I can, but it all slows
in my face
the
tightening intensity of that eternal
face off
between intention and result
oh
my --
the
exile
we burn
on an
altar
for the highest
that
raw slow burn
undone
loosening
ambitions
howl or
fly away
transparent as phantoms
you see, you must understand now
that
Quill face woman and Exiled Cow lead this
insurgency
with
masks and battery
maps
insurrection!
slate
eyes slow down the invasion of dice
brown
leather
conveyer belts
warfare
and barstools
bloody
white flags hoisted in dreams --
Exiled Cow has laughed
drunk on red beer
watching and ready to begin the count of satellite emoticons
He
says:
let's use
the fear
--
what the voice roaming
--
rapidly shrinking
in and out of
my
hearing
tells me
what the
odds are or what they
might be
someday
when
I learn to use emotions
as levers
fear is a
solvent let's
crumble a
bit into our coffee
a
knowledge that is particular
and
mean
Max
Wolf Valerio
May
5th - 2004
first
draft-
September
10 - 2006
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