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from the notebook (Italian section of Primitive Pianos)

25th November 2010
Trieste Doggie Park

a gooey ganglia
lived in creepy inns
no guts for creeds
I threw away
the plastic
that housed my szynka
haven't brushed my teeth
but I'm on my feet
a dumb shine
for the haughty
is that you in front
of me
coming back
for exactly the same?
I have a name
I have been given a name
more than once
tried to change
I'm learning to talk


these beasts
are good
to think with
though i seem
i speak for my name
in name only


acid reflux
on grass blades
lady in brown boots
and pram
with worn out
a thick matted
sniffs my shoe
there is a tree
born crooked
never got straight
made promises
never meant to keep
good morning

30th November 2010
Trieste Train Station Park

fake easternness
coming thru the camel
below the humps
scream or at least spit
instead just stood there
in an expensive necktie
and shoes
hands dried out
pigeons pigeons
wrong pen in bad light
bora waters my eyes
to rattle your cage
to lick another
dog's bowl
perhaps you would prefer to make other arrangements
oh I say it rank
stop feeding the messengers
the elements decide
lower level beauty
I awoke on the roadside


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