 dot dot dot day dawns really ugly or maybe that`s me I dawn really ugly and you should smell my mouth NOT NOW I`m counting the broken teeth with my tongue still the world is the place to be if you`ve got the itch for this kinda ache--- glorious excess furious chemical sunsets why--- if you live here--- and I do--- it`s home! and now I`m touching myself--- don`t get excited--- it`s only my achy ribs who in hell if age indeed be Hades--- as some sour aged wag I`m sure Suggested— is this fat old semi-rheumatic?--- well whoever he is I`m inside of him I`m inside of him sitting on one of his testicles--- it Hurts for your information and it`s slightly embarrassing--- but it`s only an elementary underwearing dilemma and--- there`s no moment like the right now--- turn your head at the end of the poem--- it`s a simple manual adjustment dot dot dot David Earl Williams, The Absurdilachian, writer of absurdist anti-dada dadaist poetry was born deep down near the bottom of the Ethnocentric Gorge and grew up on the banks of the great Ethnocentric River just like everybody else who was ever temporarily alive. He is a grandson of Newton Fyffe, a 1920s graduate of Leavenworth @ Kansas with federal degrees in Moonshining and Poverty Studies ( BEFORE those were turned into UN-reality programming fodder ) which might explain why come D'Earl W to have inherited the habits of courting "the spirits"--- and peddling derangements. Williams chapbook: EVERYBODY LIVES HERE ONE NIGHT AT A TIME, Hillbilly DaDa Poetry ( for sure as hell rollin' in the aisles, barkin' at the moon DaDa-Dogmatic times... ) is available for purchase @ https://wetcementpress.com (Berkeley ) $ 9 cheap ! Reviews, more bios, and poetry may be found @ https://cruellestmonth.com or @ The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature or simply google: david earl williams poetry.
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