Sunday, December 26, 2010

MORIS

" No Smoking"
she had a cigarette unto her lips n blew
its after effect smoke on the name plate ;

milky reflections ---
not uncut but impure
sounds denying movement :
Amen

my numerous toys
hand-painted,
carved,
from the flesh of my bosom.

everyday a new sunshine
but the same old night.
variation limited.
powerhouses of electricity;
churning energy into the minds of those who
want nothing
contemplation then = greed.

minus
plus
divide
multiply


my arms
criss cross
fish that talk
moons that wink

how many days of solace
can a drunk lady imagine

" up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky "

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