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when she flies
loathing had been a mirror of his sleep,
now without sanitorium or astral light,
deaths pungency had gone
she lay before him,
naked as the solemnized wedding bed,
sewn with silk and love
cerise ridge scars
created with a skill he never knew he had,
her offal once mortal
he feasted upon
washed with wine and tears,
absorbing her
leaving her with mechanics,
parting her legs
felt for the copper tube
inserted handle
and turned each activating
and animating,
mechanical precision went into motion
body shuddered
eyes a shade of fog fluttered open,
she could move
with silence as her voice was no more,
he helped her dress
that velvet gown
he loved so much,
outside to walk again
without fear of bacteria or virus
morning filled the mountains with shadow,
holding hands
her face a dark riddle,
in her eyes she had the knowledge
to do the same for him
when that time came
to walk immortal together,
then she paused
he thought mechanics had failed
as she began to lift off the ground
taking flight,
he panicked calling out
as she slipped out of grasp,
soared higher into air
unable to reply,
that she had a lover she had
to find
Chagall
electric focal plane
holding her face to a crystal
formed shell,
the irony of what lay on
the foreshore was less apparent,
some wanted the reach of
mistral winds to grasp her thoughts
and send them away,
lips to kiss a transposed image,
behind open emptiness,
sky littered with white swirl gulls,
she leaned against nothing
remaining upright
let it fall back to the sand
realizing his soul had drowned in
his body,
and there would be no counting
the years on fingers
tangier peanut butter
cloud closed eyelids
break down
frustration bites,
from the hearth of the desert
to letters written on a distant bed,
bleached warm animals move
still connected to womb,
she smelled the colors,
and aeroplane’s shipwrecked
in the sky
poured contents on golden wings,
there was a pirate sea
somewhere beyond her once
found intimacy now left,
forgotten sand buried
yellow dune sea,
hominid apes search
closed eyelids sealed
not with tears,
just a low iridescence of pain
on the weight of the wind,
she remained infirm
on the mattress
her spine left damaged footprints
yet something lifted
drunk on air
feast on breast before
dissolved with fire
palm fronds part,
as she sought his lips again
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wonderful abstractions that stimulate the mind
Emile de Antonio Painters Painting
blind code of tragedy
o glad spring
natures skin covers all again,
immortals forgotten
books buried in dull folded earth
tender vortice consuming hearts,
there is a thirst for the coming sand,
grass may tremble as it has risen,
flaming rings and streaming darkness
colossal worlds had not seen anything
of this before,
innate crawling at our borders
no day is forever,
spires and battlements no place
for ones such as this,
cold petals of a comets tail
let it pass
nine waves of birth
many wanted it shrouded
mother
scarlet ribs exposed expired,
now here would grow
one of a darker shine is coming
in a place on fifth street
habitat of men’s waste
civilization stiffened,
once before it had been seen
but not born as this had been
limbs without foetal sac extend
ribs expanded
a new biology that was rapid and sudden
fear came in quarters
with each section of growth,
it knew and would consume voracious and explicit,
time segmented to be lived
as and when it wanted,
those who knew to object
found in a deep lividity,
and there was others born of old natures form
fragile anthropoid womb,
as they rose
as did the hero
figure in fixative of mood and relevance
could he protect against such malevolence,
he was a lure to the failings and complexities
we had once known,
from poulticed womb
sucking on earth drawn nipple,
would live and not yield,
he could not comprehend
that he would see
stark in it’s contrasts a beast to be fallen or understood,
flesh decays for a reason
both he and beast
faced a modernity
that was new and abstract
in a wasteland of succession ,
beast would find it’s way
limbs gave way to wings
stretched on the industrialism and democracy
that came before
fear could be a portent
science a response not a reaction
could not comprehend,
even those who had laws
that pastured and herded
experienced a sight problematic
with their domestication to older gods,
he again the one chosen to slay
as they truly wanted,
two creatures find a companionship
astride ocean’s they left
the tentative threads of old tragedy that existed,
and watch the tilt and slide
on axis of belief and society
fall away to a darkness
worse than nothing
Bright Lights Film Journal :: Porn to the People: The Danish Revolution That Liberated America
Terry Gilliam -Storytime (1968)
At the bottom of the Moon
bare feet trod moonlight to dust
fine gravel texture
uneven to skin,
left behind the idle machines
that make dreams work,
gentle pace
aching feet,
silence is non negotiable
it fills the dark of night,
feeling of solitude
encroaches,
limbs torso illuminated,
lift lips to light
drink some,
as if pouring wine
down the throat.
nagging worries deferred
into a deeper region
of subconscious ,
as the interlude begins
properly
dissolute art
pop/
art
stars
images cranked over canvas,
celebrity flashbulbs
kreig light flame
against/
walls passionate configure
morals a now sewered creek,
tangent arcs
of eyes caught lust intensity,
brood/
expression of artist
alone watching,
wishing for moist stringy
damp exchange stream,
deliver/
with his palette knife
excise flesh and society,
knead out the fleshy dough
breasts that bare themselves
to him
for signature and kiss,
ice/
rivets many to the spot
they stand,
exclusive voyeurs to insanity
and flagrant erotic exchange,
an orgy beyond the point
of isolation and intimacy,
a swirl of texture
and color,
witnesses to the end
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