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Ankara (some more rough drafts in progress)

27th Jan 2010

this
is a manner
of slipping
oysters into
my pockets
this whole wide world
my fellas
will not leave me
alone significance
is cheap
butter on someone else’s
toast buttocks
my goddess
I’ve been
stabbed by the Baltic fleet
and live with the Ottoman
trading company








30th Jan 2010

Lojmanlar H/7
this is recreation
feet naked
cutter cutter
in the thrash
bag this bed brings
back Katowice
the gas of the
ghost that steps
on my heels
soul jelly skipping
over the candle
heat the rain
is forced to settle
on the arc
of my eyelids
my detour
is not
a teddy bear
the sky is adding
sugar to my corny
strokes of big eared
musics
trip and
fall trup trup
in the laboring
trup trup
kids the makings
of raw
babies
and beginner’s
clunks
among
the scantily
clad foreskins
this house is a guest
the first straws
that slurped my Big
Gulp I’ve arranged
your neckties

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