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Your eyes are full of acid rain and your love’s a spinning wheel.
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March 28th, 2012 10:11 pm
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Diving Into The Wreck
First having read the book of myths,
and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
I am having to do this
not like Cousteau with his
assiduous team
aboard the sun-flooded schooner
but here alone.

There is a ladder.
The ladder is always there
hanging innocently
close to the side of the schooner.
We know what it is for,
we who have used it. )

Reforming the Crystal
I am trying to imagine
how it feels to you
to want a woman

trying to hallucinate
centered in a cock
focused like a burning-glass

desire without discrimination:
to want a woman like a fix )

Final Notations
It will not be simple, it will not take long

It will take little time, it will take all your thought
It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath
It will be short, it will not be simple

It will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart
It will not take long, it will occupy all your thought
As a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied
It will take your flesh, it will not be simple

You are coming into us who cannot withstand you
You are coming into us who never wanted to withstand you
You are taking parts of us into places never planned
You are going far away with pieces of our lives

It will be short, it will take all your breath
It will not be simple, it will become your will

I have in my head some images of you:
your face turned awkwardly from the kiss of greeting
the sparkle of your eyes in the dark car, driving
your beautiful fingers reaching for
a glass of water.
                           Also your lip curling
at what displeases you, the sign of closure,
the fending-off, the clouding-over.

you'd say, is an unworthy name
for what we're after.

                                   What we're after
is not that clear to me, if politics
is an unworthy name )

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