"Aidez-moi, ma chère amie!" 1984

                                  

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Not to 1984

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Collection of Kitsune Poetry

「周りファックと聖霊があなたの体に入る必要があります。

Kitsune

"Fuck around and have a Spirit enter your body."

I worked all day with the kids,
Basement violence resides Benevolence,
Petty issues, doping on drugs, spit in the face.
Clinic reality,
Program sends them to any Wal-Mart for activity.
Sugar and video games.
Spent sense. Spirit bent.
Aloha.

Someone called out sick, So it is up to me save into the night.
Off to bed, breathing checks.
I was told not to meditate at work, yet,
I do, what else is there but go outside on the hill gaze at space.
I cannot bring myself to a Television.
Funny face.

In my meditation, by the window black,'
Draw a circle in the carpet, Buddha bracelet on yogi mat.
roaring of cicada and white house noise,
Be be breathing,
yeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss
O
-see I am engulfed in smoke, this witness burning for
-focus on purple aura, long transparent yearning for
-leave and scout the house as
the protective Kitsune.
Smoke surround, let out laugh and stand a-ha ha, bend it to spell.

No longer do I know if I am lonely.

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Kitsune

Build a cell phone out of twigs,
No need to finger buttons to land the call.
Thousand year old soul,
Been all types, saunter on various fonts,
SO speaks chaos from the fox lips.

High rising beams on concrete,
Divider,
Orange streak-black night-unavoidable white fences, sucked in,
Change your face.
See spirit world, my shadow.
Sun dial Diet.
Night sky Sonnet.

This Kitsune, strident.

Here is the place we ride,  Cicada tune, grassy water surround the tower,
SO romantic to beget the season long by the crow.
KWAHhhhhh! From the power line.

Gesture distance,
Log another number with paws.
There isn't a reason, but there you found one.
HOLD it in your pink reasoning,
Listen to your messages while talking to,
Seemingly for yet Against,

This Kitsune dances.

Be warm and beware, protect your family chickens.
There are far worst predators, blot stank pens. Slime trail from a new lover. He doesn't tell you his mysteries.
Like his Rooster in a pen.

Yet, This Kitsune,
A corn field walker,
Stop to chat with Salamanders.
Fig witchy things.

You should start a fire, from those very twigs,
Cast your homework into flames,
And on all fours, the promise of protection,

This Kitsue Stays.

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Kitsune

Pensée du soir,
Noir, gate, game, and drone,
Gifts her a thoughtful French Kiss.
Bring the special to US,
Kill the waiter, jus'cuz~
Pass on eXistenZ.

Living room,
In right corner is flat TV, by a window,  annoyed lever, ugly rings interlocking pattern curtain.
Ported to The Backstreet Boys in robot gear dancing in space. Daddy Yankee croons as women in no clothes, speed in yacht and mansion.
The kids watch, I stare at ceiling fan.
Sit up erect like Egyptian, Kitsune let the question and the observation,
Fall from glow.
Ears pop from my beanie.

Know where I go.
Their eyes gaze,
Close mine to hide.
Often blinking at,
Anger like Dominoes,
Intoxication of Marigolds linger from my fox nose.
OH! Despair carry on the scent.

Tear Gas.
No ties, mama says that I can depart like my old ways,
Go to the UK, Go anywhere, Ancient,
Get known, for money get a new duty,
I leave things, one day, a big decision is made,
No retainer to thy name,
Honor thou family,
Sacred Trickster,
One long blade.
Slice branches.
Fruits and leaves fall crypt.
Fantastic fox repel from stone.

Goodbye kids of den.
Goodbye Kids of the Black Hole,
Kids of Nowhere
Go, go, spirit~
Kitsune run.

#kitsune  

Kitsune

So the God of the land decreed it,
By Nature's Cove there is Halloween City.
All products inside
factory satisfactory.

I can't stop being antique.
Door alarm security gate,
)~: :~( DONG A DONGA DOoong!! :'~( )~':
Kitsune ears pop out hair,
Put on beanie hat,
Grin at clerk,
"Take me to your best Fox mask."

Antique being stop can't, I
Gate security alarm door,
:'~( )~': !!gnooOD AGNOD a GNOD)~: :~(
Hair out pop ears Kitsune,
Hat beanie on put,
Clerk at grin,
"Mask Fox best your to me, take."

Kitsune

Trot to confession, formulaic table of seated masked animals.
Lenmesin the noun, but verb as the fox.
Gander manipulation of this,
Square.

The middle room is Earth red, table cloth white imprint emblem sign of silence.
Wicker sticks smoldering Mars black.
The Night of the Comet Negra.

Dissolved Girl enters chamber, black thigh high crescent slip dress, Moonlit shoulders, nude mid-drift, air coolly Massive Attack.
And slightly chairs creak.

No words best describe that,
She dances to the hum of enchant, taken to serpent vision,
Beholder of the eye, guests here,
All initiates remove masks, however
Not the Kitsune.

You see the tricks, Buddha, the town folk yearn for release.
Who are they? Yet,
Here in this hall, Vizards smile grin slightly.
It is aurora clear as crystal-oblivion, who is who.
The Sad face is the Sad face,
The Bear is the Bear,
Boar a Boar,
The Yin is the Yin, with long nose, gouty cheekbone,
The Minotaur is the Minotaur, no matter how his name signed shown.

Shine from the Chandelier.

Leader with gray eyebrows, beam high rising the scepter,
Not a soul cares for the Reflector.
They do follow His
Every cursed word.
It is the Leopard, like Visconti directed. However,
Not the Kitsune.

In the mouth of this chaos, the Fox sit majestically,
Paused for the clearing twigs,
Awaits the Undoing.
Studies every chicken.
Release comes from the blood
Unbeknownst thickening, flowing.
See this change shape.
Poured into Goblet,
The Fox is but a Fox.
Manipulates the box
From functioning.

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