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from 2003 (Never Mind the Beasts)

II. Castle without King

after the leaving I shaved my head
my words squared off
I shaved my head
in dialogue

the pure joy of plumbers

V. Hotel of Lost Light

When hair covers the face like a tent of images.
When tires are broadcast in treble.

O, brother we are lost in a room with buckled flexi glass.

Our wet fingerprints refuse to dry.

The mind
is a magnet
& we cannot take leave
of our senses.

There’s too much blood
under the bridge &
the pigeons refuse to carry messages.


Johannes said…
I like these.

postpran said…
thanks Johannes :-)

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