2. "Story"45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPYRDgYRIR0
I don’t know how long I’ve lived in this place, but this is the place that I live in. If I crawl onto my table, then I can stand up and see out of the window. There is only a shed to see. And a field around it. Every Monday, one of them knocks to bring me supplies. She asks me ‘D’you got any story?’ and I tell her ‘No story yet’ and she says, ‘The weather’s alright.’ and I reply with ‘Era, how was the trip.’ and she says it was alright. ‘Will I leave these here for you or will you come out and get them?’ ‘Bring them inside. But I will get under the blanket and stay there until you leave.’ ‘Well now, that’s an extra ask for me. Is there something extra in it?’ ‘Take one of the pieces and be gone away with you.’ ‘Alright. Are you ready for me?’ and I crawl underneath the blanket and pull it over, so I’m fully covered. ‘Now. Come in ye old bitch. I’m ready for you.’ And silence. I wait and then say ‘I said I’m covered get the fuck in alrea-’ she enters. She walks to the table and places the supplies down, but she doesn’t take some for herself. Instead, she no doubt spies the foot I left sticking out from the blanket. Foolish. Foolish child. She kneels, all eight feet of her, and strokes the skin. ‘Now now, this isn’t right. This isn’t part of our deal.’ ‘Such a big girl...’ She brings her nostrils close to my ankle and I feel the skin cracking. Just as swiftly, she releases the leg as there is a distant honking. Always the honking bids them away. ‘Such a big girl.’ she repeats and is gone. I wait minutes and then exit the cubby. She has left the door open. I rush to close it with my eyes shut, careful to stay out of the light and it shuts. This one was a naughty one today. She shouldn’t have done that even if it were my fault. I looked down at the ankle and dark hairs had begun to sprout all around the edges she had gripped me. That’s several cents down in my worth unless I can singe them off. I could hear them rustling in the grass outside. That’s them being rounded up. Never seen them before. Only tales. Brother Billy had a tale. The whole family used to live in this one box. Now just one. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgTfbR1wk5G
3. "And so"45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs9NOyOtBYm
Brother Billy went out because Brother Billy was hungry. She drank a lot of beer before drinking beer was not allowed any longer. Brother Billy was the last to leave before now. She stayed with me for fourteen meals after Papa Joe went into the tall grass. I watched Papa Joe leave through the window. She ran for her life into the high grass and was gone. But back to Brother Billy, she could never, would never, have succeeded in our state. A taste for beer. You can never stay long in this line of work drinking the likes of beer. She had a big beer belly, so was the state of Brother Billy45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9oGFM0kDV3
I see nothing. The room is hidden. This is ok. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoM9MqCWVpe
4. "Poem in the Loosest Sense of the World II"
a - "(Tracing the Fallings to Beginnings)"45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzFHQ9S4W8I
If falling beginning to fall fell down prettily down into roses look how you call me fallers beware of beginners the newcomer in the AA the oldcomers watch her enter and wait till the end for her to speak very proud there are announcements and then there aren’t any longer we fall now but once we stood there you with your hand in my hair there was a semblance of something one might call never again always down a hill across a river tumbleweed fall down now we must trace back how it all came to this never a clearform start God didn’t wake up at once, but in chapters stages of rising create stages of falling frequent bullying betrayal by the system oh so loved now lost all long fallen trace it back frequently would sit on her own sit still in back of classroom somewhere or other nowhere now nowhere to be found deep within herself consumed like a cancer unable to see guided by the white rope stretching out in from nuptial beginnings once again so dead from life so now lost love is lost: lost is love the etymology of life now living elsewhere look at how ugly she is yes yes and all the rest stand back and laugh has led to this guided by a rope all else just black black dark from front to back and lost just guided on and on by white rope sometimes jerking othertimes slow and fallow once came upon fields farmers pumping skinny arms into floor not blinded but blackness everywhere fingers grazed off of rocks and soil worms sprout up and create new lives for themselves I see a pretty little world where worms have gameshows and dinners together, carving the dirt for Christmas dinner I see the worms eating till they are full and the farmer they take a boney hand and reach out and begin to crumple down you are the only one who can guide me take me take me, sweet boy out of this wretched wasteland the farmer’s knees break and they lie around moaning all of the crops are withering death and moss fills to air a moist air now and what now, jerking rope bringing me out of the nightmare clinging to herself, I move ahead feel the rope wrapped around her waist, but loose sometimes lag just so he can tighten it each new jerk forward into the world and out of this world out or in where I don’t know cannot tell don’t know how long it’s been still hear the farmers writhing around on the ground still hear the worms worm jokes and laughtracks give way to noise oblivion and I am alone again she is alone again but for the tugging so called ahead and ahead, tugged on and on by the waist on and on heading where dark wood now when was it a light wood the trees are all bright up close dark as they fade behind and before behind and before Grendel lives out here somewhere his mother is the vengeance of the skies graduated from the underwater fell to Hell to rise to Heaven here we are back again thank you prettily for joining us I am lost in words now feelings later conserve everything and just say whatever exits what if nothing then stop all avoided by just stopping now on a train later on an automobile still later in some grave graceless thrown in a hole someplace shrill yell of the spade digging worms enter stage right farmer digs in his fingers dead wood but why is it so dead out in the marshes foot sinks in to wet soil burried a meter deep suddenly impossible to move but for the rope, gentle now gently gently down the stream it has graduated to my neck gently gently up and out and away covered in muck muck and shit smell is impossible but then in 10 days it will be dry and dead and fall right off. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjXkA1NnC6z
b - "Strangers"45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsXrHlvQfjz
We walk now along this station where are nowhere now and must just tread back and forth two lines become the track stretching up and back behind layers of thread beneath feet we are strangers apart from one another and we share idle conversations and I produce an apple into his hand and into mine and we eat gossip quite idle summer plans jokes about poverty while we live within it jokes about Eurovision while we stay outside of it unwatched only heard news afterwards first finals watched then forgot too alcoholic to see the screen video the cute girl in the front row and then off once again strangers have stranger talks about ordinary topics I wait for summers when I’ll be stretched out in a hospital bed watching the light make patterns on the ceiling by the window’s glow dull static somewhere in the background we may not know which way to go on this dark road here is my finger, charlie sentenced to speak in sentences where is the lively gone? bring back the old thumpety thump! 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0WbnU1bNfQ
c - "The Ballad of Basic Human Functions"45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3IqFwBZbYZ
Sing gone far from beyond 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcc6K5K2VKm
The rolling sound of beating oars 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXri3iewKUv
I dreamed I was prisoner on a ship 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSUXtiTOiIx
A ship with no mast 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡENFiu7v7xP
And so no direction 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ60ulQOjozI
No mast and no sails and no wind 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlREPn1gzy9
And no sailors but one who’s name was 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMo1qmdMaTC
Sailor, and he said to me that 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7eh5em4F11
I was the scum and I was the scum for him 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1HIwfMV2g
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The mast and sail in truth were down deck 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTWQmCxctCD
Flicked at the chords 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAgABXF8LT
There is Sailor and a fat lady who sits on the bench in the corner 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtGKg9VshIY
And he whips me and she watches from the bench and doesn’t stir 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXBF8T8njiy
One would almost think she has died sometime before. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOjsFBgVoQ
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When all of the mountains you have ever known have crumbled and the seas have now dried and everyone you have ever loved is gone, then he will enact his special plan unto you and you shall feel him in your deeper pores. I started to see the new world which was to come when all will be lost. I saw only darkness and a sole rope shining through. I do not know who pulls this rope but it is pulled regardless on and on through this world. One day you will be living in your lovely little sphere. You may shake yourself awake and hold in your coffee cup your final meal. For it will be your last and your most fragrant and its flavour will live out long and true, long after flavour has all but stopped existing, but for the soil beneath your feet and the tender worms within. You may approach the windowsill and cry out at the last of the sunlight, the sun just now a tiny speck surrounded by a black rock which used to hold the light. You may rejoice in this heat, which is actually freezing cold but it is the hottest it will be for a long age. You may rest your limbs for it is the last time you will rest until your death. In the beginning we will all start the same, a white rope around each our waists, all protruding from one way ahead. It will be billions of white veins all all stretched out and pulled to their limits. Now only one. Her. But along the way so many. And so many do fall away into ditches, they untie the white rope thinking that they will diverge and go their own way, be their own God. But they all alas fall into the endless dark and they aren’t ever seen again. If you lose the way, in truth, you will never find it again and you will pass away apart from everyone’s knowledge of you. There are no tales from those who have gone away. There is no history or philosophy or truth in them. There only remains a truth in those who walk. Now, some from the beginning will fall as this system does discriminate against those who cannot walk. If ever you have found yourself finding difficulty in moving, welcome to the home of worms. You are all naked but you will not know this and not be tempted by bodies. You will only see the white rope stretched out ahead of you into the black. And this is his special plan. Thank you for hearing. 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq2S3pSyO2v
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50 white lashes of the dull hide brush 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9qAvAIjCs2
50 dull brushes for the brushing man 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6lZUelZ71S
4,000 holes to be dug for his name 45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnQF1L5LOIy
5,000 holes up now will rise again.45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡggPGGB19fo
