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Enchanted by the contents of wastebaskets,
A soul, like an animal, can easily escape words.
But words can disfigure the face of a goddess
That has managed to survive even a summer sky.
Books are the bricks of monstrosity.
Sometimes they are life itself.

 

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10 thoughts on “out

  1. YOUR MIND IS AWASH FROM THE CONTENTS OF A WASTEBASKET
    walking around with that cord attached to your belly
    a grown man probing his birth
    your poor mother
    there on the threshing-floor
    it was me who held her hand
    the treasure and the debris
    photographs don’t lie
    like poets who easily escape words
    ————that final push
    newborn and fragile
    a male Russian tongue

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    • do you keep count of biographies you have invented for me?
      i think they wouldn’t fit even into a dumpster
      and you should learn what infernal things used to happen on the threshing floors in eastern europe
      if lovecraft had known about them he would have forgotten about the deep ones

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      • SORRY if I annoy you
        but I hear you speak in a new range
        God has given you a manly voice
        you are fresh from the womb
        regeneration times two
        4D without childish treble
        ————————
        how long were you in that balloon
        of amniotic fluid ?
        a poetic fetus
        I watched you sweat
        throbbing parts
        contractions
        not three minutes later
        you were speaking of the Lord
        a newborn preaching the Lord’s deliverance
        all ears were set to listen
        angels flying overhead

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  2. to the back and sides of you are darkness
    less than anything—just darkness
    destruction is everywhere
    some locations louder than others
    bastard devils are crying
    the smell of rape and mutilation is strong
    I share your understandable concern

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  3. “RUN ON HONEY AND DON’T GET WET”

    been reading the black novels of the Apocalypse
    tied up with images of people trying to hang on to the sides of the Ark
    the immediate family
    the growth from dependency to adulthood
    the crazy laws of circumcision
    back when humans had more to cut off
    (kisses with the blade)
    —————————————-what is all the hand-clapping in bed ?

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