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"Baby Tate"


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Posted by Dimitris on March 26, 1999 at 20:18:36:

Give Tate,
that little mate and his mother and his mother's basket,
{case}[a true deal](a real bargain){a treaty of the sun}
in it put a sun baked tomato.
{Heat hot burn and squabble}
That Tate,
and his cute little face,
{full of tricks}[trickery and deceit](the level of the house)
{the chimney sweep}
can cans of tomato same as today save tomorrow from being a waste?
{paste}
Tate,
stop eating the glue that holds my head on my neck and my neck
on my shoulders.
{so broad Tate}
[so wide]
(those thoughts that block your way)
{the path is ni, near, and I think I hear her calling}
Your name Tate,
from where and whence do you come and how did you get here you hear.
{The same as a grain of sand}[ leperous man]( lepers) {leapords}
spotted you i did Tate
from miles up the way
couldn't help to notice you holding your mothers hand,
{choped it clean off}[ ten days since his father was angry]
( his aunt was dead){ his family left}
hem of your coat.
{splashed with white}[ his sister is a virgin]( she is also dead)
(he's funny in the head}
Noticed to Tate,
the tapestry covering,
that one on the basket,
saw it once {in a gypsie's hand},
I knew it was stolen {and from who man},
[no one but my father].
What is that Tate
{[(his brother neatly stacked and clean soiled clothes and white stiff
like stone he was left alone abandoned in his home surrounded by his
parent's lost in thier panic drugs and medicine headache cures and
cigerette cars like corvettes and grilled cheese sandwhich makers and
toy cribs with picket fences kicked in and smashed and put back
together up and tied died sweater alchoholics shirts and ties soaked
and sprayed clean with vomit teeth bleached yellow so the stains wont
seep threw the stain of red, red eyes, red lips, pale face, pale eyes
glassy gloss dried spittle silent rattle dry bib dried urin and
powdered feces smile stamped carved forever marked upon baby's lonely
without humanity own world fantasy even at that age)]}

It's my brother's head



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