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Half broke, half-awoke 

Who but a stranger in this land 

Of sand dunes arsenic soaked?

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My life floods before my eye 

River & branches, cityscape 

Scraps of trash & smiles broken like streets 

Line my wiles with willpower and whim 

A sorrow sights me & fires 

For she (how many now?) had left me 

How many bodies line the streets of my mind 

As I walk behind the line of yesterday 

I jump across into now to sound te ether with a briefness- 

I was here! (who?) already gone 

A wind, a bell, birdsong

Query


Half man, half ? 

Erect and naked 

Blinded by moon-light 

Haloing the head with a reverb of 

Flesh & Query

Allegiant to the mystery 

Alone with you now-won’t you taste the wavelength 

And lose shame as we come apart in the dark-

Finding light where our shadows play? 

Won’t you stay and help me live this? 

Won’t you taste what’s fleeting? Already gone like ice cream on tongue- 

So suited is moonson to the moment 

Dying to sing your crying from where pleasure 

Plucks notes of layers clothing the soul 

So to unravel you into the reaches

Of a sleep dreamed by Gaia

Testigo (O/S)

Mama Gaia sighs her cry from a womb

woe riven while our soot-swollen eyes blink 

@ Tyranny tearing us Down to space-dust 

Until even our rind screams-open 

Is this wound of Being singing of knives 

Cutting  in line-hushed our fate now falling 

Down and merging with ashes dashed like brains 

Against stones -no One to save us. The sea 

Still murmurs & rain falls like an echo- 

A sorrow sounds between bird call 

And streets

Cracked from where bodies fell like buildings God 

Struck. Numb & dumb we with throats scissored 

And scarred, too scared to speak the holy strangled so slowly

“Black Gowns” (O/S) 

Surrounded by priests like hemlock made of 

Microchips dipping our bodies into 

Rum to burn in effigy of what we 

Once were, sacrifices for the artifice 

Now, who Savors the scent of the bloodied 

This, the destiny you pay with credits 

For benedictions from these priests prying 

Open the mind to enshrine the line of throats slit 

With scriptures scrambled and coded

ON THE HUNT (I/S)

Burning along the Wavelength

Hanging on spirals as a dead man kicking-

Sticking to the point, the beak plunges,

Talons lunge into the lungs to pluck

a breathing, feasting- Life devours itself

as the serpent its tail

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