you see the trees
you know there are trees
you speak the word of trees
in a colonial language, aloud, to yourself
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the woman has several holes
hollowed out of her body
into one of them water is filled and the hole is declared east lake
mao swims there famously
out of another an orange is plucked
this orange will be the last
orange for many generations
navel sweet! my puberty! sixteen blowjobs in the wind!
the woman with a remarkable sense of humor
rolls the orange down a drop leaf table that smells like techno-utopia
sucking out the sigil of a bloated cream colored night orange is sliced in half by a sword and i return to the bosom of my appearance as an anthropological cameo
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the hole is covered now with gathered materials
materials i’ve words for but never gathered myself
some of them are artificers some of them are manufacturers
others are food bloggers big in asia
this card is the card of the race to the bottom
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and i love the words which came out of your sharpening pain
and i love the words which came out of you when you were on the edge of a clarity so shattering there was nothing left to fear
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the trees wear their blindfolds now
the faucets under dresses run down with the waste of
duress now into the only river in a city whose streets we had the ignorance to blamelessly walk through once
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setting pigeon waste aside
to reflect sunlight off of foil
placing pigeons on the edge of a woven floorcloth whose edges are turning and curling outward
to flatten them back down
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north north west south south east
the heroic couplets
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mannequins bluffing and buffering
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foil covering a body outside in the grass
not quite mannequienne
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semi conductor
semi conductor
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excusez-moi savez vous où peut-on trouver…
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from far away
the price of homes falls
as does your desire to live anywhere
else
encroach
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let us follow the boy who follows the pigeon who follows the crumbs left by the invisible woman
walking around the factory which was open and in operation 24 hours a day
until yesterday
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tell me the story of the one who lived before and after cartoons
tell me the story of the piece of furniture and the wallpaper and the room for study
tell me the phrase “pins and needles” can be applied non-medically
and is a good thing
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in this pas de deux
should we utilize all of the above costumes or only a certain subset of the aforementioned bound feet?
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order of lemons
counterfeit lemons
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our thesis: one caliginous hole, vaginal, central bureau
messianic monocle
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lay the boy who’s been overfed
onto the pile of needles
walk down the hallway
acupuncture greenward dressed
with twin ormolus
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lingerie store opened and shuttered
in an ancient town
a suitcase full with smuggled silken things
why when we think of lingerie does the mind also conjure up lemon trees?
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one long white hair
in the head of some black haired twenty something
straight away
all the trees horizontally
parallel to terra firma
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one long white hair
like a piece of floss
tangled up in a tree in the french quarter
tie the knot
behind the mascot
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longing for some sign
of oblique singularity
like one thousand year old egg
balanced perfectly
versus one raw egg
wobbling aimlessly
i found my omen in a chest of good fortune
in the dead of night the chest scraped through the streets of an ancient town and the people very dopily serenely heard nothing at all
into terra incognita basket was woven
*
without apparatchik
a woman exposed divided in half
one side wires and cords
another side flesh
a fauteuil armchair divided in half
one side its naked wood exposed
the other side fully upholstered
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you watch
we watch
they watch
the sky pedaling forth but with no forward motion
out there
what did descartes actually know
of smog and froth?