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Heh. I don't handle johnsons at all. I'm not a urologist. kw On 11/22/2014 6:00 PM, Halvard Johnson wrote: > Be very careful when it comes to handling "johnson." > > "*Vraiment*, > Poetry can be so many more things > Than what people mostly believe it is." > > --Anselm Hollo > > Halvard Johnson > ================ > > [log in to unmask] > > <http://www.amazon.com/Remains-To-Be-Seen-Works/dp/1933132787/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367618323&sr=8-1&keywords=Halvard+Johnson> > New from Gradient Books > <http://gradientbooks.blogspot.fi/2014/06/halvard-johnson-songs-my-mother-taught.html>: > *Songs My Mother Taught Me* > > Poems by Others . . . <http://anotherpoetrysite.blogspot.com/> > On Barcelona <http://onbarcelona.blogspot.com/> (submissions sought; email > to my address above) > Truck <http://halvard-johnson.blogspot.com/> (no submissions; new > drivers/editors monthly) > Entropy and Me <http://entropyandme.blogspot.com/> > Images without Words <http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com/> > Hal & Lynda's homepage <http://sites.google.com/site/halvardjohnson/Home> > Hamilton Stone Editions <http://www.hamiltonstone.org/> > Hamilton Stone Review <http://www.hamiltonstone.org/hsr.html> > <http://www.hamiltonstone.org/>Vida Loca Books > <https://sites.google.com/site/vidalocabooks/> > > *Songs My Mother Taught Me > <http://gradientbooks.blogspot.fi/2014/06/halvard-johnson-songs-my-mother-taught.html>, > Remains > To Be Seen <http://www.spuytenduyvil.net/remains-to-be-seen.html>, *Sonnets > from the Basque & Other Poems <https://sites.google.com/site/vidalocabooks/> > *, *Mainly Black > <https://docs.google.com/document/d/1i_JGJ_FqQldEnUq7cwjV8giYykz_tsGbTkC2EkAP3IM/edit?usp=sharing> > , *Obras Públicas <https://sites.google.com/site/vidalocabooks/>; **The > Perfection of Mozart's Third Eye and Other Sonnets > <http://www.scribd.com/doc/27039868/Halvard-Johnson-THE-PERFECTION-OF-MOZART-S-THIRD-EYE-Other-Sonnets>; > **Organ > Harvest with Entrance of Clones > <http://www.amazon.com/Harvest-Entrance-Clones-Halvard-Johnson/dp/0965404390/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1283182804&sr=8-1>; > **Tango > Bouquet <https://sites.google.com/site/vidalocabooks/>; **Theory of Harmony > <https://docs.google.com/viewer?url=http://xpressed.wippiespace.com/fall04/theory1.pdf>; > **Rapsodie > espagnole > <https://docs.google.com/viewer?url=http://xpressed.wippiespace.com/rapsodi.pdf>; > **Guide > to the Tokyo Subway > <http://www.amazon.com/Guide-Tokyo-Subway-Other-Poems/dp/0971487316/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1283183153&sr=1-3>; > **The > Sonnet Project > <https://docs.google.com/viewer?url=http://xpressed.wippiespace.com/hsonnet.pdf>; > **G(e)nome > <http://xpressed.wippiespace.com/fall03/genome.pdf>; **Winter Journey > <http://capa.conncoll.edu/johnson.winter.html>; **Eclipse > <http://capa.conncoll.edu/johnson.eclipse.html>; **The Dance of the Red > Swan <http://capa.conncoll.edu/johnson.dance.html>; **Transparencies & > Projections <http://capa.conncoll.edu/johnson.transp.html>* > > > On Sat, Nov 22, 2014 at 4:17 PM, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]> > wrote: > >> TRAMADOL >> >> Little voice like the German kill guys >> in The Big Lebowski: "Ve're gonna come back, >> Lebowski, and cut your johnson off, we're >> gonna really fohck you up!" >> You mean there's something left >> to fohck up? You mean I'm not already dead? >> You mean you're not Sir Richard Topcliffe, >> Elizabeth Tudor's prized priest-hunter, >> traitor killer, who could spend 30 minutes >> coaxing from the body some poor ordained soul >> via his cockandballs? Skillful, indeed an artist, >> who would demonstrate for the cheering >> crowd each stage of his work, >> until the victim was allowed at last to die. >> >> So this new art of the doctor's arsenal, >> my ode at last to Tramadol, to turn pain >> from endlessness into a thing controllable, >> take one of these every 8 hours, >> don't overdo it, this stuff will really >> fohck you up, make me unable to perform >> like some guy in an ED commercial, >> like I'm supposed anymore to care. >> There's no one here to receive what I've >> left behind. Surcease of pain matters >> more than getting off my tired rocks, >> nice as that was. My tastes have evolved, >> I'm a Beatles song, not half the man >> I used to be. All I dream of now is dreams, >> of sleeping at my desk listening to Schubert, >> dreaming not of fucking but of driving a car, >> no, not into a tree, but to the next rest area. >> This one is nice but I want shade trees. >>