three gogs, one, more gogs, more

............................slick as vampire night

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

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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