Re...it...er...at...i...on

From 1995.... and the 1st time in a public space. I wrote it with a Sharpie on coffee filters....in a frenzied, but straight stream-of-conscious-devil's-work-of-pen.... cheesy or not.....No cross-outs, no re-writes.....line by line...just as it all fit onto the "pages"....round and unbound....now in a little turnaround.....


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I spat & looked at the
spit that dripped from
the opening of my core,
there - I saw - what flowed
inside me - A degree of
grossness and wonder at the
same time - a correlation
of the mundane and
insane - the
profane - essence
of life - the wife of
the world - Nature that is
- a wizard of the
Earth - a birth of
freedom & - wisdom -
- chizdom of
vison-
an incision into
a fabricated, supposed
strengthened layer -a
barrier - of insecurity -
intrinsically manifested
out of fear - A false
ear - or
rather out
of existence -
a struggle for persistence
an insistence of
survival - - Fuck the
rival - because
the only one is
yourself