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Photogravures of an Exiting Neruda

....a niche in the pavement,
black hat head-spun southward
................onlooker

in glassy trill, the din of clock and
........springtime sprig snap
......or that of an existing wound--
......an intimate passerby:

........shadow musician
....accustomed to striking bow
........along alley corridors

......with hands & heart you
.......... greet him

.....expecting a great performance;
................a spectacle

......you’ve only once encountered
.......from a bird, dusky nightingale,
.........who sung mournfully
.....through the salty spray
.. of the sea.

Night of the Living[dead] Twiggy(for Marco ;-))

Sent Foam

to 'Lifting Belly':

sound of bloodlines, perfect ratios,

you--machinery beyond us severed

windows to glyphs of fern crawling

along silky paunch

swallows up--slow and this

luminescence does graze, turn pearl,

except for washed away spume & stone

always enveloping, you

loved long silent metal skin alloy

skin so sidled into crevasses

earthenware, crackle

benude a gesture of ticking roots,

spastic, stretched against

waxy membrane, resinous &

perforated

Twine Galleries [An Excerpt]

[the bursting room]


I: with tensile placement, with hall billowing

Sunday laughter, parlay cockatiel mornings

...X between X between brief nickels

.........................& plaster

the girl with everything to hide places paintings

on the wall--ignore the cracks, dear, ignore

their irony: I am not old today--tomorrow begins

again the rigorous task of living


[methodology 1 ]

--begins with milk teeth, synthetic eye depositories

--counsel flesh to pliancy-- say skin does bend,

.............................obviously

--begin where filaments often collect

............[at the bottom of clouds]

--thin, we, to insist upon them curtailed doves

Strictly Photonic

Drano-Fandango

[w/ eight glasses of Pop a day]

There/Not There/ Never Was

Gray Box w/ Brood Cells

M.S. & M.G. _ collab 01

M.S. & M.G. _ collab 02

Sanguinary Fragments 2 (Transtextual Translation of the Iliad--Book 1)

ships_____ receive
..........hands
I for you Trojans
I for keeping her

[else-whither]

now seized dreams
deed girl without free
bolds displeasure O

ransom, violently lambs
burnt away hot prophet-s
hallowed assembly

flashed furious
_-resounding_-
sea quarrel, coral
[have toiled]

now entreating dreams:
_________I for keep
I for battle


“and seized the son
of Peleus by his yellow
hair…”

M.S. & M.G. _ collab 07

Papyrus Graffiti 1

Fab/GADGETS

back to collapsing
new people
back to gagging
discover I love
man’s meat
one
(shaken tree)
I kiss you
(under the rubber tree)
back to

pedestrian in a box
newsreel swallows
coital, concrete
collectania of our
small
small worlds

back to
snakes on a bed
of nails
Saturday ladies
4M 4M
one man discovers
love
in New Jerusalem--

swallows it up
with blind eyes


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