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The title of this poem is "Jack Scott".

Gun it sloth and hair-netter hemoglobin
seventeen melting festering eyes
to drop,
begin,
inverted astro-plane
more or less complete

razor sandblasted monkey azimuth air-balloon
cobalt copper peaches funky sunlight and maroon

Lippant cake sent waves up on the beach
after hailstorm
wine rivers melting
gunwales and whales and marching tin soldiers
beef and acid lake
Lippant cake

I opened my eyes and they burned red hot
ash and cinder black
falling, rolling down the block
white cat and corduroy
mindless hunk of hock

Play LaCrosse evening air sweet ruby tea-drinking
melt and tie together
colored floss in warm sunlight
axiom and mindful
leave the plant to bite.

nettle windscreen,
clay of crooked hut
mild encephelitetic fore-frontal membrane
his is all for hash

I went to the peanut store.
Shouldn't bother...
I went to the store for audio JACKS.
Shouldn't try...
Three o' clock sunrize, soulshadow, milkshake
brine liquid-tot
one for what it was
other what it was NOT, Jake.
or Jake Sumatra wave
Killbourne and astro-plane
guncutters, United Way
Lapland guerilla
icy beanpole Scott.