--and although there is continuous damage
the shore grasses up and pulls the ching the clang the ding
the armor of the further hurled, sprawls there for we
to see and hear, thereby the girl who stayed behind raises
up
a left ear--
a right that bewitches me
has by September saved no soul and sound which
holds powers over us and walks
the length of buildings, to to
too close to bear the attack of!
who is the switch.
plane drones and the typist smokes
and the bitter melon coagulates in the pot overnight.
there, tim is sick and holds no grudges, but makes no messages by bottle
and by continued sickness leads me out
and by father's insistence, leads me back
here there is no god and southern oscars swim up to the surface
with color-enhancing cichlid food he sinks again and
forgets.
always the damn fish forgets who fed him.
and returns to the plastic forest
there. there the guise is revealed, witha key and striker
2638 miles across, 76 windows, 77 geysers, 2 cloven hooves
that the priest dares not eat for the sake of the devil that resides
behind fenced gates, chewing straw.
7 pairs of shoes
3 dresses she only had
yellow of my skin and hair and shirt, with
a cheap pair of headphones strewn between my selves and
her, on the blue metro, that rung, and sung late into the
night of neighbor mexico
50th st and junction that steels
remnants, SEEE, still there it stays
frightful to think about, but a drink and moon
by her neck hurled herbs
that relaxes the brain and ears
so that I can hear her think ... there I crab-walked the hell out
after the boys, sneakily, snuck stew into their bellies
and made it a point to never go back
until one of them did and the seal had broken
as cabs, xxxxx often return purses and wallets
and the bus that leaves a shadow by the side
once, a wheel came off
and we slept with the lights on
and by the arch in WSQ her black hair
& grey stone
touched me by the water
and made all my hairs shrug
drank a root beer, later
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