[invocation]

each time i look...

Three thousand dummies

Flesh bound like plastic
Plastered eyes and hair
Exchanging place with

Housebound tubes of hair and gristle
Watching you watching

workers

Hands outstretched and rubbing
Each to dirty hands
And foot to mouth
A putrid fount

Of metaphoric greed
And old disease

I flout my anger
"Let me bleed!"

Or drink away the hours
Head to floor on forehead balanced
Crawling, all the strength

To beg; implore you sir:
My fleshy body

Bends to all desire

[obsequiously]

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this is where the sand gets tight.
this is where the fragrant night lies.
	what time is it?
each time...

this is the blank remorse
a hoarse shouting
	Over and over
	Held in the head
		"Some kind of experiment?"
	Holding fast to the street
	"Yes my dear
	dear officer...
		For thee I wait"

Laid back buoyant in the black stream
Shoulders arched to the flowing warm
As cascade rocks; projections
Never touching my skin

Sick again
And not even in my stride

The coal black flowing velvet
Night-pricks to my eye

Stting on the steps
Urine soiling my crotch
My eyes rolling, rolling
Could you feel my temptations?

In evil concrete steps
Doors flap uncontrollably

As carress my shoulders

That's my body
That's my body

Wrapped in water
Drifting back.

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[crazed]

cars, accidents, people shouting, walking,
breaking and shaking the whole infrastructure coming apart.
sleeves, vibrations,

what time is it?
what time is it?
what time is it?
what time is it? ...

this is the course of the night,
this is the way into frightful remourse.

Which is why we recourse into
the drifting countentance.

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These are large and healthy.

What's left to mutilate?

The line ends here;
Flesh peeling burnt red,

A round supple found
a hair specked gown

of thin white paper
burst and borne from sweat.

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"Well of course it's illegal!"
	continued to smoke she said
	they're pounding on the wall again
	standstill at the mirror

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[hysterically]

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[trancelike]

I was unable to talk
They held my eyes out
Finger to finger to thumb
Three encircled orb

See walking
You holding tongue
We stretching

Into black backing my way
They said:

"hold this man"

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