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embroidery and the Ma-san underground men in crimson skirts,coke-snorting coworkers and Achafalaya alfalfa sprouts, berries and wild flower dressed soju tables lacquered pine, Zydeco levies and Cuban dreams Indian reservations, voodoo culture and French Quarter remains cypress, shaman's dance and shepherd's purse Slave shacks and Minguo restoration dandelion salad, farmer's markets and fern shoots Margarite Duras and Evangeline
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on sidewalks shit freely dogs by day gifts laid in wait for man who in darkness but to himself leaves dawn's surprise women play the tiles beneath summer's green shade baby, back to traffic hiked up skirt her own little pile begins I am a 1975 Volkswagon Beetle
and she, a great prophetess! a sayer of truths sky blue --my shoes leaky on rainy mornings, socks damp all day her floorboards sprayed a deluge from puddled pot holes and flooded streets --we are one in the same, my future--to that I am blind --to that I reach out --to that I beg other faculties as we did in '91 with burned out wipers plowing down I-40 in a downpour all we saw were bubbly tail lights and even now I barrel forward with reckless equality bargaining with a loose break cable and faulty wiring you came into my life and I showed you my ways I broke you like I break everything and now there's no going back driven without reverse for 6 months and this is how you repay had I heeded your silvery predictions a blessing your curse would become As Klee's dots
moseyed off along a line on a leash they go for a walk. No need for idle chatter, they walk a silent stroll. from their sockets, inert objects roll. Mesmerized, surprised by sudden sounds my loiterers stop and gawk. Then again, they're off right then left. Stealthy steps follow sexy scents. As on cones and rods they gently trod. While my own tired dogs plod my eyes go for a walk. Ominous, the dark tower
--a grand symbol of covetous power. Dubious, a vacuum extracting, a sacrificial alter, jacking cognitive potential. Gone, the Provider's existential harvest, flowers, sensual, tiptoe, powder and perfume, trick another shilling, then de-bloom. Crushing with permanence, the frail light, the warm soul, --a giant, an emblem-- the smash of a hammer, sparks, like men, scatter. Waves blast --frail nature trembles. Mulching mongers of every profession --weary travelers. Heals on bars, elbows resting on chatter find refuge in digression, find relief in what doth not matter. While others catch sight of the monster, freeze in awe and wonder, question the very air they breath! and surrender to it all. (dedicated to Bert Hall) scrawny wire, elasticky pulled
flung dough, quickly shaking shrine smoking --"a mi tou fo" frail faith --quietly jubilant reverent discourse, conversing trance succumbing, magnetic rhythm ambient murmur, repetitive sadness inaudible distraction, faint chants sermons and salvation stroking his throat with thumb and forefinger neither tortoise nor turtle straining extended forward automated habit in reverence, his routine a white goat
standing on a hill head darting eyes blinking jaws chewing watching everything unfold neither moved nor moving |
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