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Province of Numberrs

by Jared Schickling

Copyright © 2016

Published by BlazeVOX [books]

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without

the publisher’s written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews.

Printed in the United States of America

Interior design and typesetting by Geoffrey Gatza

Cover Art by Nicotiana tabacum protoplast’s cellulose microfibrils

First Edition

ISBN: 978-1-60964-245-7

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015959436

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OLD TIME LOVE

UNDER whEre

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INATURE

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for Virginia ( ), my grandmother



OLD TIME LOVE

Nothing could appear, the word “appearance” would make no sense, ifrecipients of appearances did not exist—

—HA





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A WHACK ON THE HEAD OF A MOLE

Visitors: a rushed snack of meattakes care of unruly kids.

Visitors: being a member of the familya crucible fried in the pan.Visitors: relish malicious conversationor ears will itchshake-n-bake some poor folkelderly being distinguished.(the dying plant, withered pensions.)Visitors: no one likes to work anymorehere, presently. Expect it. As you heard.

Some eloquent management.Visitors: driving the potholes like cakeyou don’t look at it.



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Spittle & stones

Eloquence hurts foolslies save leaders.

Overlook itfriendship.A quiet rebukein the face of a foolmakes good sense.Look for itand you’ll meet it.Comingand going.



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NEVER ENDING SUPPER & courtship

Never meet an osprey and her nestno ones grizzly cubs.

Breath’s saving grace was already howthis ended.

Later than anyone couldhave asked for, but still and

to be mistakenalways.



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Cake me with dirt and eat me with rust.The birds are off you know it’s how they get there.

Provincial is my ism.



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ON GOOD BEHAVIOR

Visitors: those who returnunderstand.

Visitors: the start ofa bad leak.

Visitors: these thingsalways burst.

Visitors: whitewashingand throwing mud.

The mintis everywhere.

Visitors: can’t donothing.

Visitors: good peopleequally

abhorrent wouldnot know it.

Visitors: you can shophere.



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WHO KNOWS MUCH BUT SAYS LITTLE

Friendslike the swamp

Familiesstick like all kinds of trouble

Like nothing for somethingpets



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FRIDAY AFTER MONDAY

Paidmerry trouble

Pestslike happy accidents

Toughstart a motive for trouble

Kidmisery, no fool

No funthe dolt



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ARA’S AFFAIR

Behold, you shall be kickedby thirsty camels. O that

exceedingly foolish ass!

Hear this, you of little faith,for that will become as popularas boils on a king’s backside!

Harken, you armpit for my people,for this will be throwninto a den of hyperactive lions!

Listen, you love-crazed slut,you will be turned into a pillar of salt!Take heed, you whose name is dung,

it will be as welcomeas a fart in the queen’s bedchamber!Listen, you babbling baby,

you will be as welcome as a fart in a queen’s bedchamber!O that you would go about weepingand wailing in sackcloth and ashes,

o that child of Jezebel!Woe unto it, this Amalekite dog, for you will bemocked by eunuchs!

Listen, o you Amalekite dog, that will be swallowedby a whale with excessively badbreath! O coo that you would have more

in-laws than King Solomon,you babbling Assyrian!Hear this,

o you love-crazed slut, for we will be trampled

by a herd of stampeding pigs!



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SUNDAY STARTERS

Lust after shape genitalslike donkey emission

Like horse

build a house in the sky youWill not live in it youplanted a vineyard

Had not even begun to enjoy its fruit.the ox was slaughtered beforeYour eyes you

eat none of itThe egg was forcibly plucked.will not be returned. Sheep

Delivered to your enemy no onecould save them.I afflicted your knees

with painful boils that cannot be cured spreadsFrom the soles of your feetto the tops of your head do notWear clothing

made of that material. You shall not round theCorner of your heads. All that hasnot fins and scales in the sea

The river of all that move in the water

my flesh above waterUseless in my uselessnessabominations to you.Boil the kid in its mother’s milk

have that dischargeOf our body.

but worse. ContinueThis impurityuntil I touch you and am unclean myself.



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“WHEN THEY FIGHT THEM”

draw close to rescue them

Who is biting them go ahead and seize them

In the private parts watch that hand part

You’ll rely laterin part

on what you did.



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AUROCH’S GOLD

Went up there, the fatted cowwas walking along the road.

When some come outfrom the town to mock it.

“Begone rube” they say“Get out of here bones”

o wan complexionon it.

Came out of the weedsmauled seventeen of them.

Later in the morningwas on its way back.

Seeing behind eyes is ravishedit sees

there. By the road.Leaves. Says to it

may you never fruit again.Immediately it does not.

Starved so alive

with it.



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TREE

Tree withered anyonewho was there

spare yourselves.

Priests and revelerson their own altars burnstheir desecrated person.

Purchase your visionfrom those among youall your heart and soul and strength.

Purchase the kidsof the resident priestsborn in your land.

Treat well your propertypassing themthe pestilential inheritance.

Obey the laws found in a holewhere the sun never shined.

Your relatives must everbe treated like this.



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obey your earthly masters with deep respect and fear, serve them sincerely

Should they bear stubbornrebellious ones whoWill not listen

once they have told themThen will they lay hold of themand bring them out

To the heart of this city at

the gates of this palaceWhere they will see

no one whose testicles are crushedOr whose insides are scrapedcan be admitted

At the gates of this citythat when they lie

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whosoever has a blemishLet him not approach to offerthe bread(th) of his

(you know) whatsoever man he bethat he has a blemish heWill not approach

blinded or a lameA flat nose or any thing superfluousbrokenfooted or brokenhandedCrookback or dwarf

that he has a blemishOr scurvy or scabbedor his stones broken

He shall not go in untonor come nigh the altar becauseHe has a blemish

he will profane not my sanctuaries



DROIT DE CUISSAGE

If you have a shirt share it.Should you get food do the same.

There will be no foolish talk. Nor light joking. No obscenity.

These are out of place.

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