


			Karen Eliot

			PRAXIS BOGARTER

			PRAXIS BOGARTER largesse of the abyss some document some zobbies singing of dalek Anarchists, oh boris oh boris, oh boris, it boil Wet whites eyes pour from your cunt wait no they don’t Meanwhile, in obviously this reverie * APHRODITE! ◦ thou resistless biscuits ◦ maid get down off ya Pegasuses ya hi-hats we "didn't know what to do so we went here" Ah! shee all her enmitie nam'd ◦ in her hair ◦ Ah! wee gold-stunned worms ◦ my motherf◦cking heart ◦ no uses has ◦ for form. like the hawx in my till ◦ which are as relevant & repressed as quests in thoughts ◦ w/ cash birds could kern ◦ so ◦ ah love ◦ in all my small beds ◦ you will * bits of grass may pins my dress but I gots medicines of wall dress and gas gives out bodycoat and gen on distraction ∙ and by your laws my new eye flaw floats * "the rich man in his castle the Dalek in his barrack I'll have his cock, w/ pesto and a small side salad of his cunt flaps" here have loads of gay crap such as sceptres ∙ reveries ∙ shagging ∙ politics ∙ morals ∙ love ∙ starlight ∙ candleflames ∙ philosophical crap ∙ dreams ∙ forms ∙ hearts ∙ ghosts ∙ plot ∙ shiny machinery ∙ death ∙ cities ∙ trees ∙ birds and loads more crap * holds its horns back with its hooves “we in in all-fours hovered times of breath pandemic and inverted Hippocratic * mustard · plus paddock · plus tory bird you find made you softer · so you take your hose pay faster · but yesterday alarms warmed our breaths & we lay with anarchists w/ long wands · & the cards * yeh & the cards rammed water voters past the hearts of treex taught the formation of shadows cast in the backs of chavs who w/ breath melted w/ enchanted worms & chests melted w/ earth · in ropes melted w/ poured roots & glue · enchainéd is in glass castles like classroom wall pasta gases, so. * north the tuna-friendly tuna baguette the looters need by tomorrow is not politics · exactly · yet · arise early · some light praxis · the pegasuses stand aloft from the ecstasy · let us call an interest _____ the mosque floats up gaseous crucifix / zephyr tax looter (definitions) so he flashes his tongue * * * Upon Friday, "The [agreeable] Canticle of Habakkuk" (Hab., iii 2-19) ∙ * * DO I Franz BLACKALL_Götz * * my novelties at worst heresies * * at best candle-vanes lit vs. hazing practices * * piss, piss in some rom_norm_mead? * * ∙ commencing that Day * * nor have I raved / * * wept, nor hourly in my till have * * messy birds of prey reinstated, w/ * * facsimilies in mosaic, thoughts of quests * even a fucking atheist can’t deny all free will is servitude’s weird veil, if wanti wanti cyaan' get it & getti getti no want it & I am poetry’s Karl Rove my hex pax but a permanent realignment in aesthetics cat clot time knows : time longer dan rope * "between cup and lip" post-poet by his ∙ post god ∙ is obliged to err ∙ of that which only he who may love the sights that here once more in solemn council fit rushing from forth a cloud the ether-shrikes (“a layered pit * of stung starlings”) to grout juggernauts to the notes of lutes or comes from the ephors w/ poisons fraught w/ name, date, offices pointed out of their aunts I can’t say aught nor fight aught to say e’er ∙ my wits for cunt not hearts are set to lutes * you are exhausted, one slightly more than the other, but both enough that it will be dangerous to drive, though it'll be dangerouser, staying here any longer · you discuss confusedly between you, whether the more exhausted should drive, so that the one's that's less can stay him awake, or if the less exhausted should drive · your opinion does not prevail and the less exhausted one, which is you, drives to a mixed and evenly-spaced spinney, mostly of birch, where you light a pipe · against the midges · * Bonney and I find ourselves some alight and learned bones suck the still wheels at the rail flake more forget this remember that the item in my chest will murder me is a heart mumble, silk tenses, I love you with a love as frail as the flaw in your name breath I say I never loved your bait say for instance all for want of anal * hi I think I'm outside come to the window the one lit high in the hill basilica no the ones with gap scarves are so simple it's hardly worth killing them let us call a lie "a moth" (definitions) (hoof gargoyle) * anarchist. pride and joy embroidered with are threaded full what zombie said & a surgeon that told her come quickly out of grass, give me bodycoat & ravens exemplary apology ravens * we move west, watched by anarchists with long wands end of the baby purley queen eagle taught its fragility into itty-bitty systems who has guts to wash a bit of shit from his finger time I'll dress as disquiet which pursues till commercials. vital breast I populate hopeful signs * give me your ear • Catherine • a horsefly crossing Sophie’s hard jaw is irradiated with limerence and manifests as moths, mouths, grace ful childs of clit & eye flaw • but that some cupid greaseball polices those two guys you took for cruel twirls I should fuck off with my far fetched weaknesses. a billion faggots do treason for jewels * muleless, melon, bones’ fidelity to material-specificity-me, blood fierce to Left or weakly plop to with the pesto, the one grew with any his joints to World daughter’s stone boil • no is our silver cooling my actually relish ghosts dry breathe stabilise servile like stone crypt / sweet fear one hunted in goes thy cross, saints. baptize. its stillness leaves pesto & ground vile window * Climate Chaos Washington Consensus hegemony impartial cams or friends(R) – for jono – cams or –* RIGHT, THY HEART : all is • naught he can’t cope w/ • Multiply his ice • Global Warmth* t’encompass • & wither in vapor* all his cold* crystal • How with one South* atop a precipice stood • one North • should each leap WILT THOU GRAB BOTH? DURST THOU DIVE SEAS AND DUNGEONS OF THE EARTH? * lean crap washed in • home at last • serf are key, goes ovary, cones, at that your twat starts • shits on most love, a sudden shove of ghost tat move good love that bang your held bind : aye, democracy and ground two hollow vines together the man the cane off horned of fear numbered on that lace come sword-cases dream dream peers head bone as old servile spice, mislay by there touching chain droop excess can, kecks lace well • I’ve tat up Heaven patiently cold • * how do you do? check out my fucking face. you can confide in me, I haven’t dealings w/ saints. are you in bad health? I can’t tell & that, in my condition, is the more dangerous. how long has it had of you its hold had? it seems an age to me since first I was taken. have you had the advice of a doctor? I’ve had the colloquies of a great many! sometimes it is better to die! what do they say to your case, is it a dropsy? they say it is not. it may be AIDS, but it is a new AIDS if it is. * become lucid, become sick your guy broke and I am like • the milk on the broom cities cry and boots empty I am the fruit of capacity. just kid me, O ballot carapace, or what could be our bombast, they are not fit to ring it round : these idols and kits * "we are image cancer & proliferate" give me hed, clipart shepherdess, there by our brook of pure pearl. unless passion brought our eye to boil, no tear, my ape, shall it shed. so undress. in the town lives a creature, my breasts – half bird, half perch, half nest. on its captured dancednesses, your sly legs always will be fed. * ballot fat eyes the heart Lights wildly blooming buttered heart Full, small banking came knitting occult yakult fringed park developing tea Lubricate a zipper. Rub along cookie sheet. / and rub raw flowers head us off u lines up to the window flowers head us off yet wrongs its kin, and with one blow * so if I call all you leftists lollaerds & autists, all you activists, vain and deaf, and the yoghurts you weave fascism and addiction and all you feminists self-haters and man-haters making cause with rapists and all you race activists racists and niggers and all you anarchists bigots without trades or true companions or true compunctions and all you other writers faggots and all you faggots whingers think the comparisons are well meant and that I did them for your pleasures whereto my thoughts always are bent and desire you to take a little pains to pry into my imagination


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