Why not jump it!
I had to give Miller credit for
speaking his mind clearly without reservations
if one had
ears they couldnt mistake what he said
twisting it makeing it perverse
was the fault of the person who tortured it
Miller didnt fail
he had nothing to be ashamed
of
Chew her lips bite her ear lobes her neck
lick her eyes
sounded like an
order off a menu Id want to eat from
and
another To-go
How did it feel when you got up
on the table and spread your legs open
Just like that huh
Fifteen sixteen
but full-blown radiantly
alive fragrant as a flower
I pretended I didnt know
Just as she was about to come we
heard someone at the door
-- Sexus --
at random I opened it dropped my
eye onto a page and what I saw I wrote on a sheet of paper
picking my eye up again cleaning it off proved to be the only thing
problematic
an aleatory
a creation by chance in Latin alea means a roll of the dice
above are six sentences of the twelve
I mined
the
laziest kind of mining I can imagine(no rocks were broken or holes were dug in the earth during the makeing
of this cut-up)
perhaps
Gysin & Burroughs are pleased
perhaps
Im not one to speak for the dead
I let them speak for themselves
if they are so moved
They remind me we are so squeaky
clinical white now
with
our hospitals
undertakers
the Dead havent a chance of
survival against their death
not like in Days of Yore
when
someone may have appeared to die to those around them(who may have been
eidgets) who may have dragged them into a shallow hole and shoveled or pushed
the broken earth back or may have piled rocks over them or who may have left
the body for scavengers to clean up you
couldnt blame them thats why there are
scavengers at all they simply bought
into a cycle of life at its grittiest
and
laziest
I know something about lazy
So as Miller suggested
Why not jump
it!
Shake it up!
See how the bones fall
Cut-up from
Miller’s Sexus, Easter Sunday evening,
5 4. 15
0002, Sunday, 12 4.
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