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This is a collection of rants, poetry, prose and excerpts from many manuscripts that were never shopped for publication as books, chapbooks or co-ops with other writers. Most come from ; ARS-N, THE ARCHITECT OF MY AGONY, FUSELAG , nGRO POWERS, NERVOUS SYSTEM, PENNIES FROM PURGATORY, PANCREATIC, MAINLINE WEST, and others listed on the ARCHITECT of my AGONY website

OLFACTORY 2004

OLFACTORY from =The Sick Raccoon Medicine=
 AUGUST, 2004 (c. Brandywine Press)

THE GRASS STILL BENT WHERE THE BODIES ONCE LIED.
SHOT DEAD BY TONGUE, DEATH BY THE PARALELL OF A MEASURE
WHICH IS,,, MINE.
I'M FEARFUL AT DRAWING PARALELLS AND IT IS FEARFUL MORE TO LIE.
THOSE FOREST DAYS, PROTECTED DAYS
A LIFE DESIRED BY THOSE FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS.
THEY WILL NOT HAVE IT.
CAN NOT QUELL WHAT WAS ONCE,
MINE.
IDEAS SPELL THEMSELVES OUT.
INNOCENSE (eschelons)
THE DENSE FOG SMUDGING IN FROM THE COAST
VAGUE RAINBOWS APPEAR GETTING MUDDLED AT MOST
AND IT IS THOUGHT "UNWHOLESOME" TO THINK;
HOW OUR EARTH REMAINS IN PLACES.
BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN BEACH LAKE FORESTS STILL EXIST.
THEY STILL EXIST AND NOT ONLY IN PICTURES.
WE STAY HOME AND THE CHIMENEY CHOKES OUT BLACK SPEW
PLUMES NOT UNDERSTOOD AS THEY WAFT LOW ACROSS THE NOSE OF THOSE
LAID OUT IN THE GRASS.
LIKE A MANNEQUIN YARD OF SALVAGE
IT IS MY JUNKYARD !
OF FETCHING FEFLLOWS AND SELF IMPORTANT WHORES
OF THE VENACULAR ACTUALIZED
AND MY DISTANCE FROM CHRIST.
OUR POLLUTANTS BEGIN TO BREECH THE FOG
ACROSS PINETOPS AND UPON THE LAWN
THE CHIMENY SHIT AND THE FOG HOLD HANDS
DEFEATING , PENETRATING COLD DEAD NOSTRILS
AS ICE FORMS ON THE GRASS THAT'S BEEN BENT
IT'S NOT HAPPENSTANCE FOR THE ONE WHO IS SENT.
SO BRINGFORTH THE DARKNESS
AS OUR SPEW BLACKENS THE SUN
DEAD BUT HIS WRISTWATCH IS STILL TICKING
AS THE BODIES ARE REMOVED
AND AS THE GRASS REMAINS,,,,,,,, BENT.
c. 2004 Lex Hoebel

=PRAYERS of a JUNKIE= series of 171 entries spanning 30 years (so far)

 PRAYERS  A JUNKIE #01 
 I USED TO SWIM GET IN MY CAR AND DRIVE TO THE STORES WHERE I BOUGHT THINGS I ENJOYED. I ENJOYED MYSELF, KNEW MYSELF WELL.
NOW I KNOW NOTHING. FREQUENTING HELL.
 STILL I OFFER THIS PETITION:
 THESE JUNK PRAYERS.....................


PRAYERS OF A JUNKIE #70
Monday, December 05, 1999

WHO TRULY STEERS  THEIR DESTINY?
WHO IS CAPTAIN "OF THEIR OWN SHIP"?
I FEEL CONSPIRATUERS NEXT TO ME
THEIR BREATH ACCUSING ME IN A TANGLE TWINE TATTER OF WATTAGE.

YOU SEE, IN THE TRUTH, I DO GET BOREDTHAT'S WHERE I NEED DO,,,
INTERVENING.
SO SURE IS HE OF THIS WEAVED FALSEHOODTHAT IT IS BEYOND QUESTION,INSPECTION.AND LIKE CLOCKWORK AGAIN
IT IS TIME FOR INJECTION.

PRAYERS OF A JUNKIE #108
(also titled FLAGSTAFF c. 2002)
 
TRAINS AND FROST,
POLICE.
"HIGH DEMAND " TO LOW SUPPLY.
POOR QUALITY STUFF / POOR QUALITY HIGH.
HOURS TO FIND ME,,,
IN
THE
TREES.
FUCKED UP AND FUNCTIONALLY,
   ALONE.

#169 PRAYERS o.a.j.  2017

I've said it before I'm at home in stupor..
Stagger naked with the emporers swagger he's
proving her grim words true.  Faith yes faith in the
midst of all this is unseen and so far removed.
He trembles the spoon he calls his cooker and
ponders his age again.  His lower companion. stole
his jacket, bought him lunch like a friend.
Sick, Sad, Settled.  This will do for now.
This will be fine. No,  I'll be okay..
Pinching tight in praying hands his needy, seedy dime.

PRAYERS OF A JUNKIE. #30
1992 to 1994?............

CALLING AND CALLING,
WHY THE WHAT THE HE'LL???
AND PRIVATELY I CONSIDER MYSELF DIGNIFIED.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK???  WHY DAMMIT?
THEY DON'T KNOW ME.
YA,  DIGNIFIED... SURE.

PRAYERS OF A JUNKIE #49 1996?

I BELIEVE OH LORD
I BELIEVE ALL THE WAY.

PLEASE DON'T LET THIS TOUCH ME IN MY GOLDEN YEARS.
WISH UPON WISH UPON DAY UPON DAY.
I WILL DELIGHT MYSELF IN YOU OH GOD AND YOU WILL BLESS MY HEART FAT

WITH ;
EARS TO BEAR WITNESS OF YOU.
A GARDEN.
FAVOR.
AND A WIFE KNOWN ALMIGHTY.
MAYBE PLAY SOME DAVID B.?