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from primitive pianos (1st draft)

Celestial Teabags
(Karaman, Turkey)

there is a sweatstorm
in my trousers
celestial teabags
officianados
wise ones
the sun whose
subject
is neurosis
flames of
disenchantment
the blinds are
rattling
sexology
sigh

it is hard to keep
track of my buttons

reality is a sandwich stuck
between my knuckles

i’m in fact
a thing a thing

in this mountain town
covered women & more goat cheese

cross women slapping the cheeks
of cheeky children

down on this cracked desert earth
Rainer Maria Rilke
I’m putting in my ear-
rings a phantom paw
paws me

cat angels
everywhere around here

i’m beat beat

ANGELS STORM HISTORY
ARMENIAN GENOCIDE AMERICAN GENOCIDE
and so on . . .

I’ve been stabbed by the Baltic
fleet and live with the Ottoman
trading company

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