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6/02/2009
when Or....Continued ....
Or when knight was Anti
was her body's golden
sun slipped to the winnow
of halloween masks and death
her perjury was my hand
was that the machine of grace?
her face the silk. I saw her in the library reincarnated
in the present as her younger bodied self,
when we almost loved __ but love now is
better than no love at all.
Right
saith AntiOedipus, as he prunes the point Orpheus has junctured
with his thimbles and blouse like some hard-assed
Eurydice she bends around him as he leans into poetry books
her softened stare at him makes her a lover
now-ing the hands as she pulls them closer
her breast, bosom, bosom! He says! what bosom! how
can you say bosom when you mean blossom and you want to
put your mouth around it. She rows closer to him, spitting
off fires and cloves
to erase her dead self, crying the cling to his baron selved
need crossed the wave hiked to the corner a crowded
mouth of her , she sleeves __
what period is that that will make the stake? is that crescent
hangin' on your necklace a symbol of lust and love, old
allegories of pain?
She worries herself himself too so much, she grabs him
inside of herself the body sex wool and fairytale sheen soft.
AntiOedipus knows his place.
She holds the Antigone jar aloft.
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