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Overloading the Machine
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Just an amusing deadpan with eyes stuck in wire
chased by simple shapes spirals, thin blue lines
what really is to be said what to make hidden
that hasn't been scooped to enable revelation
by steam shovels. All this talk of subjects and authors
on the deck won't change that, an impending death
or anything else for a politics steeped in splinters.
Many enraged psychiatrists are inciting a weary butcher. The butcher is
weary and tired because he has cut meat and steak and lamb for hours and
weeks. He does not desire to chant about anything with raving psychiatrists,
but he sings about his gingivectomist, he dreams about a single cosmologist,
he thinks about his dog. The dog is named Herbert.
-- Racter, "The Policeman's Beard is Half-Constructed"
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