Bob Perelman

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Bob Perelman

July 20

Thoughts sandwich with pure lust and beauty's in action when the beasts attempt stasis. Thorns are allowed to exist. The green beans steaming are themselves cousin to the good news they've been trying to give away. And whose body doesn't tremble with good night kisses, pebble relaxation confronting the amoeboid calendar. The pictures we've been showing one another, the photographs of large numbers of people serve no purpose. As if we weren't private enough already. Too sensitive to the cut of our own diaries to bask in the blank pages. Let me lead you gently behind your next thought.

Bob Perelman

Jan 1

given the brain being an industrious essay just beginning physically un-inked and hopeful and given the skeletal structure rolling over and away from the heartbeat galloping off ahead of the heartbeat gambling and running back to wait for the heartbeat Jim's I think drinking his heartbeat always mentioning purple everybody's heartbeat and given the cool brain riffing through the smoke to the clear sky-writing and given this conservative forming and reforming of the letters "boys will you burn the leaves?" This industrious thing can't be trusted

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Feb 3

there is GRASS on the PAMPA and there is OIL in the CRANKCASE. Our CAT purrs under her FUR as if the CALENDAR would NEVER cease. I have ACCESS to the PERSONAL, it is the AIR I TAKE, through WHICH my two ARMS WAVE. Farther AWAY, FACES, armies of WORDS, DIM fact and fancy. Bacon, an OLD june, MEMORY DISQUALIFIES itself. Though it may EMERGE as a DROP of longing on my TONGUE. From this LIVING AXIS, I am ABLE to SPEAK without DYING.

* * *

only one in

the whole world

my mother

byebye biology

* * *

The shape of his head is not the shape

of the world. It satisfies itself

there.

Have some grapes. Two

breasts. Breathing behind them. Ships just back out. He makes the round in his head.

A Job

Dear sirs, I have taken the veil, and am looking for grief.

tears tears

Self Taught

my own feelings raw guarded dictionary all thumbs and the backfire enormous into little red retinas all aglow with the etcetera trees orchards tremendous horror down the drain and the usual each and every day my own enormous red fuck looking backwards and selling december to may all trees aglow fuck horror down the guarded drain to finally leave through the doorway

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