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angel...
bag of dreams
bird emporium
breathe
dark ocean
exile
hotel tape water
if in the swift darkness
instructions for courage
wind form ocean

 
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