more trippy little verses

more trippy little verses
`June 15, 2007`

these are poems similar to the ones i put on the page various trippy little verses last year.

enjoy!

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Dance

Microscopes & oil & lightening.
"this is war,"
says the guitar.
"this thunder elevates the crash of each
foot above the intimate rain."
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Ode On a Crate

there were oranges for
any length of night

& big days pass {

& there !
     without wings
          or magnetism,

     lucid,
in the sky !
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bush 1

Victory!
Sputnic!
Assasination!
Revolution!
Malaise!
Morning in America!
read my lips!

(read my America, it is morning in my lips.)
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I Left My Shoebox in Newport

This poem is a mathematical exercise,
a shoebox full of maps,
an orgy of recursive riddles,
a corrupted stack of pointers
that once or twice or, yea, even N times
represented representation itself
or symbolized some small number of wrong paradigms.

A map of Detroit will not help you find your way out of Newport, and you can wander the streets of Vienna forever and never make it back to the other side of the Euphrates.

(Parts of this poem are deliberately misleading, and the key to understanding the rest of it has been destroyed.)
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rain garden

rain drops like the twisting leaf
and my sympathy for the wet stone grows.

the wet crow caws.

rain drops,
like the twisting leaf,
fall.
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Prophesy #1

let me not hide
myself anywhere not
even under a rock.

was it your cluelessness
or your will? or your will
working through your cluelessness?

(whew!! ..... nothing about the
crocodile!!)

it was my willingness
to abandon my will.
(or was it my ignorance?)

i have been blessed.
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poem written on graph paper

my dirty factories
my bluish indignation
my repulsive introspection
   your jaded quilt
   your infinite glass window
   your pure conglomeration
i Listen to my teeth.
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watch

i have organized my thoughts
i have thought nothing
i woke up from a dreamless quiet.

i
    read signs
i
    organized, related, understood, developed, dreamt, thought
nothing.

i master the idea
i master time
    walking between rows of trucks,
    up and down, cold time,
    the dark between moon and sun.
i have your picture in my mind.
    (still
    in the music, warm
    in the soft light.)

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Related Links

More surrealist poetry:

various trippy little verses
Sir Eel

Music links:

Official Cudie Taa web page
Cudie Taa on MySpace (be my friend!)
Cudie Taa on GarageBand.com
Cudie Taa's album Twisted Pear on CDBaby.com
Cudie Taa on PayPlay.fm
eMusic.com page for Twisted Pear
Twisted Pear page on the Apple iTunes music store

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