Joy Crime Investigation Picture Board
Again and again ...
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Grinding exhausting grillz ... saying a prayer of devotion ... wearing the same sounds ... Dished Staircase of Middle Class Grooves ... A threshold that is becoming softer by the hour ... Worn-down proof someone will most likely be arriving here from prison ... A heavy wave doesn't get tired of counting to 100 ... or 99 ...
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It's the Taste of ... O coinz ... held in a pit too long ... The blood metal flavor of moolah ... that was never real ... Gold isn't gold all the way through ... It's plated therefore flakes ... We prefer to Go Green along all of our edges ... where plants touch all types of skin ... Somebody else's idea of wealth ... will not be pressed into our out and in tongue ... Gilt is guilt that is like a battery parked ... We are nauseous of being told this is the good stuff ... Swallow the tarnish of its wings ... coming up up from underneath a false shine ... ah ah ah ... aye aye aye ...
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Wearing off ... not Laughing ... Or ... Crying ... Face Spaces ... Same noise and hole ... O'grito ... lament let out ... so our precious grief has somewhere to go ... that isn't in this aching heart ... 3 &3 ... like a wave counting ... like something not numbered we do with our tender throat ... yehsss yehsss ... de sailor agreeing to an order ... Like the oldest scraped lullaby ever heard ... over sea rocks ... keeping time when the over thinking mind has given up completely ... Take your hand to many different types of Raw and Wild things ...
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Us interpreted as soft forgiveness ... combined with landing hard like an order ... O ... only human ... Breakable ... Tired ... We all have every reason in the world to feel low ... and then suddenly the whisper of a loved one yanks the covers off the bed ... off the blanketed bedroom ... With a merciful underserved foot in one mouth ... O ... we are Only human ... so we can't get up immediately ... A weight presses down and a voice that won't take ... Rest Today ... for an answer ... Get out of bed the way a person leaves a cell when the barred door opens ... Bare soles to the cold concrete floor ... The kindest or cruelest thing anyone ever says to us ... We say to ourselves ... then we get up ...
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Turn on like a Switch ... Xoloitzcuintli ... Hairless Heritage ... Dog ... The antique lamp we trusted to lighten us up ... with something behind its facade ... O ... well ... Still things that feed us ... things we jogged past too many times ... A betrayal never comes from the screen of an open window that we're gazing at ... it comes from our silver spoon ... makeshift rickety cellar stair ... sound activity behind velvet den wallpaper ... that have big dimensional letters ... We become braced for any front side ... even a decided feral house kitchen floor ... Yes ... we can guard or protect every future expectation ... The trick is to flip the ones we'd never think to walk on ...
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The way we say something through a passage ... so we don't have to experience the "School of Hard Knocks" ... We are Alive and OK ... O'kay is a word we use when we can't afford a bottle of water ... Police ... who arrive when it's freezing to collect for unpaid heat ... Or ... Police ... who are just cold and came to help ... Please don't call 911 ... the oldest fear ... holding the feeling that being seen in this way is worse ... Somebody in a living space shouting ... Don't make a case file out of us! ... We'd rather be cold and amongst ours than warm and amongst them ... That police check-in that ends with someone gone ... That's the report for now ...
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Knowing that comes before the proof ... Something ... kept vague on purpose and there's nothing else to do ... A city and town community center knows ... they may have crossed a line then withdrew themselves ... And figured no one was looking ... The knowing has nothing to crawl out of ... so it stays in the climate of the body ... Carried instead of turned into a tell ... The whole neighborhood also holding the facts ... and nobody feeling they deserve to say anything out loud ...
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That soothing calm on the other side of giving up ... the notion of being rescued ... Not the peace that comes from "everything is fine" ... the tranquility that comes from deciding we'll never again wait for someone to fix it ... We will clean up our own mess from now on ... Pride and Prejudice ... because the other half of the order is theirs ... On the carpet with a bloody rag ... is a deal nobody asked for ... Don't come in!! ... You don't want to see this! ... We have a mop and each other ... The dignity of any type of domestic cleanup is special ...
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A made object showing its first hairline ... Crack ... Or ... Break ... One's a Warning ... and one's The End ... And we can't tell which is which ... Laws created by Politicians ... apart from The Creator's laws ... laws of the Body and Seasonal Tides that sign off ... Do you have enough votes ... Or ... load-bearing drawings in your possession? ... We believe walls conceal a pressure test for all "cleaning up your own mess" residents ... Something's going to give ... Either the law cracks open ... Or ... it breaks down ... Most made things crack along seams that pretend to be more solid or durable then everything else ...
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O'daze ... the restrained colorful fog ... we put out there ... and call sweetness ... Have a nice stupor ... Mr. Bewildered ... Numb Knots selling pleasant Flam Flam Bows ... The noir sound of a con's soft shoe patter ... arriving as well dressed cool grace notes that land ... O'daze ... shade we throw and hide in ... The casted pose above tricksville keeping us ... Our two stroke hustle that never stops ... because if we did ... we'd be woke with something worse coming at our laziest blue eye ...
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Fasten down the O ... With a bill due ... strap the king to the throne chair ... batten him like loose cargo before a storm ... The king now lashed in place ... with the crown that bought him out of everything ... Cheap gold melting on his head that is not above anything anymore ... In orange flames ... outsider tides were counting towards this event ... Everybody's into it ... Fire torches don't honor the crown or read policies ... So ... here's what it all came to ...
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The O is also our spine ... It runs the full length ... O coinz ... O'grito ... O'kay ... O'daze ... Address ... Thread that react ... O'tongue telling ...
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We are clean ... with earth soil generously rubbed all over ... Spoken Word becoming the one streaming a Timeless Gaze ... Keep it exactly how it stands ... It's what stops anyone from being a big ... wronged hand finger pointing at a wrong doer ...
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Rhyme back to earlier times ... Administered from inside a space ... not just handed in from a Doubling Down Exchange of Friction ... but also ...
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That one place our Voice eases toward legible is a mouthful of lines that predetermine the moves ... going from perfectly smooth arcs to an adversely judgmental open fist ...
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Investigation Picture Board ... photo next to photo arrangement of likely associations ... Head shots pinned ... From where the detectives stand back to see the full display at once ... Red yarn isn't tracking a murder ... it's following Joy as the crime ... and contraband policed ...
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That thing we feel mugshots and all ... Or ... the board where we make our case ... Over and over ... they kept threatening to make a file out of ... us ... So ... we made another crime board ... and pinned up every stolen good minute as evidence ... Who kidnapped the Joy ... Where it was last seen ...
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Sixteen photos pinned as a horizontal column and Paraploo red yarn threading each one of them ... "threads that react" ... building the case that a joy crime is still happening here ... They can't lift a print clean enough to deny it ... The investigation picture board doesn't solve the crime ... it just carries all of the photographic reveals that we know about ...
