miracles

Slivers, I swear by water, by
The surface of abstinent flesh, of
A shattered sun belong to
Dying insects. But be careful: wine
Left for indigenous spirits after a bout
Can cut your tongue.
Foxes circle like the names of someone
Who should never be named
In the mouth of a sleazy priest,
Circle around the spots of
Eternal sleep. The tails
Burn your exhalations on the sly. Cows don’t
Perform miracles in the fields anymore.

 

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6 thoughts on “miracles

  1. cows don’t live in the fields anymore
    they may be hollow inside
    scrubbed and washed
    and dotted with scents
    purchased at Sephora
    ———you ask if they are trustworthy
    YES
    Jesus has outlined them with white chalk
    they are virtuous and honorable
    they are no longer beasts
    they are the eyes of our Lord

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  2. EMPTY EXISTENCE
    indoors and outdoors
    the city came and removed
    the stumbling blocks
    ————————
    at Sears they have
    a discount on the word
    GENNADYEVICH
    it is some sort of clue
    some mystery of existence
    ————————-
    forced to participate
    in the dial-a-word
    Lord only knows
    how long the poem
    goes on

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  3. a thousand people may whisper
    in your ear
    “you shop like an outsider”
    that’s okay
    everyone wants to be a hipster
    ———————–
    speaking of creative fires
    and memories
    I saw a gentleman
    drinking
    ARARAT NAIRI
    and guess who I thought of
    (baby bird)
    ———————–
    it is no secret that the drums
    vibrate your sternum
    and excite your indoors
    everyone knows that you’re gifted
    that traditional issues pass you by
    you stand on the shore
    fairy-tales everywhere
    you look

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  4. IT IS NO SECRET
    that in your youth
    you performed tests
    of strength
    with gargantuan animals
    you with your wildish ways
    —————-your tarot card reading
    for today:
    YOU LEAVE FOOTPRINTS
    IN PLACES YOU’VE NEVER BEEN

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    • So what card was it?
      In case you don’t remember, ask poulenc
      But in the ussr tarot didn’t exist
      It was too far from kentucky
      And latent tarot readers abided in madhouses
      Bar myself of course
      I was exceptionally shy about that
      99% of the animals were cockroaches
      And they were truly gargantuan, here you are correct
      Sometimes i think that country was
      The greatest invention of kafka, a real wasteland
      Who should i be thankful to that i am still alive

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