there was a poem that went nowhere
it went nowhere like this:
vat/indecision/pink/pink
they were dead voices
down the bowling alley
it dropped down
throat
heart
chakra
the anus thrust back at the face
it was disquieting
all those absences
the roof leaning in on wires
two men danced opposite each other today
each connected separated
by blades of intent
the one pulling the other
push pull you know
as though there was something in it
I mean something in it
you things of light
saying nothing
now watch this moondragon bend at the waist
and lift
.
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