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from primitive pianos (Elblag, Poland)

September 2009. Elblag, Poland.

Cardinal Sundowns

thank you for coming
I wanted to say something
about the shadows
of St. Nicholas
that Roger spotted
while swallowing beats
from the beat machine
late in the evening
all the older women
in the grocery store
staring at phone credit
I have no idea why
I am happening
at the dinner party
I ate Polish Indian curry
my knees were reacquainted
with my palms
new waves came
with vulcan bird nuts
at the bread festival
I took a video
I found myself looking
for shiny skin
I am noxious
I am Specjal
let's play tosser
with the oops in yon skirt


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