she turns her head shows her teeth
quite white ..........................but extended
the skin on her forearms bunched
folded freckled female-male
over the canal, over the river canal water slick
of shine reflect of towers of cloud
it focuses, draws in............................gathers
what now, what now
there are clocks exploding on walls
light refracts through yellow liquid
make up your mind make up make your
drunken air bounds this frontier
like animals are released do you
give yourself permission here, do you
teeter on night's parapet with dreams
.................(with snakes sloughing skins
) of dark lights she slumps soft
integument falls around her
fear of herself, absence
hoping only for anthemics
.............intoxication
as though
as though you could fly/crash
on a nearest hillside
on a nearest hillside
loved/warm in moss
open your cavemouth
and say Aah
even out there
this might just sting a bit
the sky all red with bells
all red winter in its gathering
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and say Aah
even out there
this might just sting a bit
the sky all red with bells
all red winter in its gathering
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