20.0r

dye-de-ho

Dylan Harris

20.0r

dye-de-ho

Dylan Harris

Potato Press

by Dylan Harris

4 anticipating the metaverse, 3 nation six dog, 2 discard

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20.0: s chew, r dye-de-ho, q antwerp, p tension nitro ego, o church is dangerous vital, n tin rush, m the A rush, l an engineering rush (ii), k Miss Demeanour, j flock state, i be infinity, h Namings, g nation six dog, f uncivil law, e dead write, d chase chase, c an engineering rush (i), b a much for we, a The Joy Of Tax

19.9: c Inn, b Swoop, a An Ode To The A14

19.8: c Rose, b Hymnen, a Darmstadt

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Poems

dye-de-ho

if she dresses

paper

beans

bug cracked

demo

1.1.6

dye–de–ho

frogmount

dye–de–ho

catfish sense

I sneer glass

inaction does decept thee

inaction did decept he

dye–de–ho

catfish

sue me

moron

if she dresses

if she dresses

to attract a he

why’s he attracted

when she undresses

no i reckon

women dress

as men dispute

it’s not just

the gender strata

it’s fun :-)

paper

the daily mail

a toddler

yelling

mine mine

the comparision fails

toddlers grow up

losing

unbalance

fear

the daily express

too selfish

for distance

the sun

honestly

stupid

honestly

clever

dammit

the times

useful

for determining

murdochs’

competitors

the daily telegraph

honestly

faulty

the guardian

smug

smug smug smug

smug smug smug smug smug

what’s the green stuff

the independent

yell

yell yell

yell yell yell

beans

in amongst the rows of coloured beans

the stacks arranged to blight the common eye

the baked in black

the stewed in blue

the green of lima beans

the dusty beans

the dry and broken lines of jumping beans

the one just one of giant bean

in amongst the rows of useless supermarket beans

I ran

I ran

for I desired some other foods

some cheese some beer some grease some hair

I ran

I ran

& stopped

was stopped

an agéd fool of greater width than aisles allowed

was stood amongst his plants

his hairy plants

his blue and purple plants

his floozy plants

his plants of just a penny for a trick

his plants of empty ears

whilst he retold his tales of hero days

his days of youth

his days he fought his battles bright

with cabbages and bins

and fallen stools

and broken shards of truth

the day he stood damn firm against a cliff

and bested it in games of cowards’ snap

he told his tales in ecstacy

in unaware

in blindly brag

so false to others’ ears

so empty of the world

his blind to those around

like me

the me who ran

the me who couldn’t pass

the me who asked to move on by

and asked again

the me who said get out the way

the me the fool refused to hear

whilst talking at his floozy plants

the me the fool denied

the me of dark

the me of night

the me who drowns the dim

the me the fool required to live

the me who pushed on by

to hear the agéd fool exclaim

as loud as dust explodes

to hear the fool complain of youth

of youth so rude

of youth so young

of youth who didn’t understand the heroes of the past

of youth who pushed

who pushed on by without a word

the simple word he failed to hear

he wouldn’t hear

he couldn’t hear

because the fool presumed his senses wouldn’t age

unpleasent age

all livings’ age

too human age

the age he didn’t dare to face

the age that said his every sense was sure to fade

his lazy fear

his aging fear

his tiring fear

not daring of the cold

the cowardice of lazy

so lazy

too weak to face his body’s change

the fall

the graceless fall

the time the shine departs from hell

and simple harpish songs acquire a grace

the fantasies of opiates

the fantasies decrepitude

the death that everyone acquires

so fool

so fool

you aging fool

you blocking fool

you fool who’s standing wide across the aisles

a whale across a stream

a heirach across humanity

across the aisles your floozy plants embalm

the aisles I have to run

to run to food

so fool

you’ll learn to hear when someone asks to pass

you’ll learn to tune your every sense by its decline

you’ll learn the need to listen to the world again

for I will push you out

for I will kick you down

for I will turn the world away from arrogance of age

for I am arrogance of strength

the arrogance of strength that fools’ ignore

bug cracked

PiNs dissolved

some moustached guy’s smoker’s strong lined face

placeless

my whoami’s

bug cracked

demo

We honoured crowded met

fake moonlight, streetlight in the square,

fake steam, gentle risen grey.

Welcome to ending dissent,

the public introduction

of Zyklon B.

1.1.6

calm green face

lie

emotion

still electricity

& I am ground

not shock

uninterest

just deep love inexperience

deep love dead

10.3.7

20.0r dye-de-ho

dye-de-ho, poems from Dylan Harris

20.0r dye-de-ho dye de ho Dylan Harris poetry poems

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