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The Hyperlanguage Series
Hyperlanguage V: China Oranges & Dictionary Variations
She’s a born bouf fant, hair/dof rench, na il sEd cruel—
Hey tooty fruity, hey! Oh oh toot y fruit y—oh boot y full!
Lui said he’d love americans, tyle her dancing drunk naked
in Santorini’s topless barre, bel suicide
while riding bulls in Pamplona on the slant line
&
l’anonyme La wren Ce of Arabia
Drank til she puked in London Town’s bylines, where
Johnny Carson wore a Jawaharlal Nehru jacket in ‘87
As Ginsberg & God chanted Blake in the streets;
She’s now more half in love with easeful death than Keats—
More in love with that hooker at the seedy left-bank hotel—
Well put on some Kylie Minogue and
Sock it to me, sock it to me now…
Hyperlanguage IV
csaue ænd efceft
cuase endi ecfeft
casue anda- efecft
csuae and- effcet
cusae und ecffet
csaue (ə)n efceft
cuase end ecfeft
casue ənd efecft
csuae an' effcet
cusae anda ecffet
csaue ən efceft
cuase & ecfeft
casue andi efecft
csuae an effcet
cusae anta ecffet
hyperlanguage III
when i write this, you write that.
this and ____
that and ____
push over the more and more
so ____
so ____ depends
on what?
the ____ ____.
certain resolutions broken of intersubjectivity
these words start with red: ____, ____, ____.
&, %, #, ____.
090878____.
how does the rest go? write your lines here.
and
was
when
.
hyperlanguage II
I fling a look a day back over my shoulder—
Poet, I know what time it is—
and I think I'm ready to die.
telling a difference in order to make one.
identity's promise threatens, rejected,
transformed in the space of rejection.
when the printing press was invented in the 1920's, poetry was transformed
i am not telling stories. i am not just telling stories. this is social reality, this is not a story, this is just the reproduction of social reality where on white paper i painted the white words black.
i wrote a book,
people may really buy it—
hopefully to read it.
I am an Idealist. The only restrictions are the binding. I recommend readers get rid of the book cover altogether.
hyperlanguage I
I take
breaks from chips
Off your shoulder and you –
Fight my grip
Of the hyperbole slur / Sir could you
change your thought that I may change my mind / so that my
mind be more than tongue that more has more wasted such time –
spoken and rhymed
In overstressed lit –
I say, meaning
reticentbeatsdecadence
oftomeouterlimits
when you –
learn to read what silent love hath writ –
To hear with eyes belonging of love's fine wit
while
Candle wax flows down my back onto the
pen’s black tip
But -
Thelasttimethatourpasttimeplayedinovertimeyousaid
Ican’tconnectthepresenttothefuturepastordead
la future pastor dead
saidaestheticsdrivemetotheunembellishededge –
In –
mytransportagentwithnodriverand
imposterwordsrainonmyhead
Which –
Speakingoftheleakyfaucet –
I heard words explained in the microphone:
speakingoutloudintothecrowdmyheadstanding ontheground,
makingpeoplelistentothewordsoutofmymouth
andeverybodysays wow!—
iheardwordsexplainedinthemicrophone
Saywhat?
i heard. word!
sex plain ed in the mi crop hone –
i heard them sexplain ed in the microphone – inthe
microph one
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