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Poetry: To Begin Again Fiction
John Thomas Bulger III Trespassers will be violated

Trespassers will be violated
The neon moss grasps white buttercups
By the neck
Open arms
Half notes of granite 2X2 blocks
The pile of their distant relatives
Shucked, displaced, perfectly
Mere distractions
Twin Quarries and a curve
The leaves dance with the first violin movement
Andante Vivaldi dagger tipped death to the first casualties
Brown tipped terminally happy
Begging
To forever skinny dip
Until the ice comes
The strawberry shortcake mushrooms
And the vertical lighting
Brontosaurus slabs and slides
 Dante's pool
The dance of the flies
Oh how to be regurgitated into your yellow, pink, and magenta
Pastels
Space cabbage
The dark warm ooze and the insomnia of dead men
Floating six packs
80 foot suspended clam shells tip toe the lawn lights
Into eagle fish
Sequestered by the heavens  
The fish that adapted to the air
Now drowns
Silently flapping its wings
Singing songs
Of what it could have been
A porpoise
Or something of that nature
Six emerald cripple fingers covered in lily warts wave back
As the first of the dead leaves smile into their quite structured retirement routines
To begin again

If I could eat stone, I would choose granite
When digested, it would be repackaged and excreted into a Steinway and Sons
Lawn ornament
The keys face at the exact point where
The fish's head will come crashing down
To begin again

When I die
Discords will not be invited to my funeral
A dash of granite over a
Pink sky slide show
The chairs and benches are happy
Their necks squeak
Oh, how to see over the granite alphabet graveyard
The bench will be the only one left laughing
Everything
Still
Calm
To begin again

The founder of Boy's Life Magazine left his heart in the center of this quarry
A serious clusterflyfuck
The gardeners
The navy seals
Half a dozen of Steven Spielberg's electricians and key grips
A dramatic affair
The Pete Moss accompanied the Bullfrogs
They cracked open domestic beer in spite
Vertically emblazoned
The flies waltzed armed with switchblades and butter knives
They would not dare hold hands with one another
For one day
And one day only
He invited dozens of the world's greatest boxing announcers
To introduce the battle between trees and their reflections
The destruction
Ending in self masturbation
The curtains closed
As the trees shivered and the winds came
To begin again

The star patches and their memories of my shoe
Beg me to stay away from the red blood clotted feathers
Tiger green
Velocer raptors of my spine
Pathways to the end of slippery operating rocks
Fourteen anvils beat fourteen tympanis
The sparrow purrs at those who dare and get closer
Beak licking and beckoning
As the rocks smite yet another
A portal
Swim or die
September
Nudity underneath the constellations and the cold
So your mouth and member can both
Be vulnerable
The creature from the black lagoon
Underwater halitosis and breath
A race against darkness
To be friends with beach towels
The loneliest of the towel family
Your best and worst nightmares
trade places
to live with one another's nightmarish families
To begin again

Four spider monkeys race one another up the sides
The losers will have their brains cut out and eaten with
Wooden spoons
All of this
In utter silence

"Lifeguard thwarts Maneater"
The Bronze Age sparrow
His last orgasm
To begin again

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