Sisypha was resisting,
insistent on pissing off too many
police officers
when she was twelve.
Insistent on pissing off too many,
Sisypha may risk detention.
When she was twelve,
she'd had the fever bad.
"Sisypha may risk detention,"
she mocks with precise pretensions.
She'd had it bad,
hardly ragged for awhile.
She, now a teen, mocks with precise pretension,
"Sisypha had problems with attention & convention;
hardly ragged at all."
What a mess my beloved has become.
Ghazal Song for Sisypha
I wanna taste yer leaky ketchup w/ its processed nature
and the blade of yer face & its moisture-keeper.
You were meant to lose liquid, for it to shoot forward.
I was made to sponge you up, to construct an oil well for yer blowhole.
"All my lovin', I will give to you. All of my lovin', Darlin', I'll be true."
What sass the Beatles had. We lay and listen and gaze with the integrity of loose children.
Now that you've come, too, you can feel me move through yer bruises,
as the forehead swells with booze and cigs and sweat.
No wonder you came, Sisypha. I told you to get paid, you
who still shaves too much today, and didn't listen to me, and won't remain.
Sisypha Presents Religion:
Ransom Note Ghazal (taken from NONzine)
Sustain. Release. Eat. Sustain...Smoke out of your mind: Tell Stories.
Battle for an Anonymous Garage Soul.
Because the world is avisual & celestial math
The fall of you or your body gets weird.
Gonna miss the poor house place below:
Tell 'em we can blow my young mind.
Feelin' the hound...Get the ability.
Animalkind is obsolete.
Don't let your red dirt expire! roll a tornado!!!!!!!!!
Cast out years of the kitchen table!!
Start to Dance!! Blossom a GOD
I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here
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