Ajax' poetry, from Research and Destroy,
as transcribed by Lisaloo (lisaloo@aol.com)

Her comments:

Okay, here goes...I'm not sure if I got all 100% correct -- and someone
please correct me if you know the true wording -- but here's my best
interpretation of Beatnik Ajaxese:

First poem, read in classroom, cut off by Duckman:
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Pizza walker speeding
With eyes that don't look good
In tee-shirts,
Caught between butterscotch and Sunday...  >>>>>>>>>>> (sic? sundae?)

Next, debut at Kolchnik's Dinner & Poetry Playhouse:
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Walking up the slide
And sliding down.
Choco-free and vanilla latte
For sandman exercise.
What lasagna?
That lasagna!
Ever searching
Freedom is.
Are you sure
what socks are saying?
Magic soaked in endless
Enzyme combat,
Painted.

Now a beatnik star at Kolchnik's:
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Lamp,
Bedside bright,
Careful.
Closing closet clothing shoehorn.
Salad dropping,
Topping.
Alive.
Seven sevenths slowly sifting,
Careful.
Polish baba did,
Drift,
Drift.
Dancing ice in enamel chowder,
Did.

Toiling away at Watermark Greeting Card, Co:
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Toaster,
Toothbrush,
Comb.
I wanna go home.

Poem about his Mom:
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Warm hugs
Straighten earmuffs
And got me through
Metal detector mornings.
And if never to be seen again,
You're in my air.