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Binaural Homework

Lesson of the billion hearts

Say What the Script Says

"Soil,
I built a house made of twigs. My ears were stuffed with cotton balls and then wrapped with saline garb.
The burp of some worldwide creature-snarl crashed the  house in no time.
It was not the house that God built.

My eyes, they were also wrapped over.

The great mother of the night wrapped me in her skies
weeks long enough to squeeze me out as some birth.

What I was, nobody did say.
So I was handed a pick axe*

and I dug, and chipped at, without seeing, not knowing what.
The central nervous system basked in wonder.
Could be I was building a house!

No-- this was not so.

With a fury and bad taste in my mouth I ripped off the bandages and wraps
and drove off
with a storm in sight.
It was hellish and thick with more electric grey
than anything I had ever seen-electric-grey

and the pin-sheer pouring beads pinged
My naked flesh was agitated
the cold had me feel alive.
It would not let up, nor should it have.
It could have washed me away from me but it did not
it could have knocked down this house.

For so long there was torture and laughter from the intensity
of that which would not let up
and the distances and the geographies
were foreign and indecipherable.

We do not believe in angry gods these days so it was tough to
know what to call of these stirrers-up.
Probably a bad wrap at the day of DOW Jones, forever away.

However, what once were visible skies and low clouds
came to be a viscous coverage
and I was through it and within it and being spit-around
and gobbled up and clinging on and hanging on
for my life, feeling something all beyond.

Was a pilot. May-day may-fucking-day. It was a tease.
Rumble was affair and all that could be seen were yellow
road-line squiggles and the up-pelt of hammering blasts.
This was a manic baptism and the cause of disappearance to many isles.
I wanted to go under but had kept clinging on, and accelerating.
This happened for probably a couple of hundred of years, or so.

It finally-- came to be where an exit was up ahead. Some change in
the skies tapestry.
It blinked off
and as bright as day again
I was whipped out of the hellinistic peltering
with a stiff back-bone.

Needed a side-road, I prowled upon many
but the manic traffic
only let me get the one I did.

The one that I found was spectacular
with open fields and vivifying sights.
There were no worthless desires there
or thoughts of outer-time.
Just there and what could be seen
was enough.

My wanton lusts for hot wet pussy and a fancy title before my name
were left somewhere way back beyond
for a few moments
and the argyle faces I had seen before that storm
with crooning freeze frames
managed to take a holt, too.

Stepping onto my feet,
I wrapped my ears and eyes with saline garb
and planned to built.

*this is what is done when uncertainty is abound. You are given a pick-axe and made good-use-of.

-The General Lo."

photo 08/16  words 10/22/2016 free-'writ as stress'reliever