Sunday, May 18, 2008

fucking your neighbour at midnight

it vanishes quickly but even in sheer darkness

the moment itself for crying deep is not lost
like tempora or gouache even frottage laid
deep as a Marianas turkeyshoot has a place
among the splaid mountains of the deeps, the crying of Europe
in 1947 when the Japanese fleet approaches
the coast of California--fuck all this he say aloud
I am a deep fool only in my indress, nothing else here
is the places so much where you belong. feel safe. Feel this
bigness belonging to such deep orders of the mad
and callous, I don't know even now
anything about history, only its pauses
to take breath. Tomorrow we will feel like all fuck you
different as deep cARPfish. Himmler walking home undressed
to a Bavaria poisoned stifled are you still here?
Yes, Europe laid bare of bachelors even. We have no
no we do not even enter. only these deep winds of ash
now shakes our nights. the vastness
the shaking, the medication of our deep violence
all these
surrender soft into minutes of arc

for the crying deep, deeper
but still
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