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Nights, I squat in the cornucopia
Of your left ear, out of the wind,
Counting the red stars and those of plum-color.
The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
My hours are married to shadow.
— Aug 09, 2022 07:31PM
Of your left ear, out of the wind,
Counting the red stars and those of plum-color.
The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
My hours are married to shadow.
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עדאל
is on page 70 of 84
Grub-white mulberries redden among leaves.
I'll go out and sit in white like they do,
Doing nothing. July's juice rounds their nubs.
This park is fleshed with idiot petals.
White catalpa flowers tower, topple,
Cast a round white shadow in their dying.
Death whitens in the egg in and out of it.
I can see no colour for this whiteness.
White: it is a complexion of the mind.
— Nov 01, 2022 06:37AM
I'll go out and sit in white like they do,
Doing nothing. July's juice rounds their nubs.
This park is fleshed with idiot petals.
White catalpa flowers tower, topple,
Cast a round white shadow in their dying.
Death whitens in the egg in and out of it.
I can see no colour for this whiteness.
White: it is a complexion of the mind.
עדאל
is on page 40 of 84
Behind him the hotdogs split and drizzled
On the public grills, and the ochreous salt flats,
Gas tanks, factory stacks - that landscape
Of imperfections his bowels were part of -
Rippled and pulsed in the glassy updraught.
Sun struck the water like a damnation.
No pit of shadow to crawl into,
And his blood beating the old tattoo
I am, I am, I am.
— Aug 28, 2022 01:14PM
On the public grills, and the ochreous salt flats,
Gas tanks, factory stacks - that landscape
Of imperfections his bowels were part of -
Rippled and pulsed in the glassy updraught.
Sun struck the water like a damnation.
No pit of shadow to crawl into,
And his blood beating the old tattoo
I am, I am, I am.
