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Celestial Teabags
(Karaman, Turkey)

there is a sweatstorm
in my trousers
celestial teabags
wise ones
the sun whose
is neurosis
flames of
the blinds are

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

and so on . . .

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


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