on which hills should we dance and on which should we spill

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belf, devante, migos, tapestry

your feet are over

top of glass, like porcelain,

painted blue and expanding

over the world.  You break

your toes, so you can dance better.  The

theatre applauds.  ‘Maybe one day, we

can get out of her’ ‘Later, fella, for

now we got to pirouette’  the sash around

your waist is red and it unfurls over

top of your eyes.  ‘now, please, can

we leave’ ‘Later, buster, first we’ve

got to pistolet’  The glass breaks and

an audience member shrieks.  ‘have me

moved past the future yet?’  ‘Come on sport,

there’s an ocean with a philosemite’

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pickin’ up good vibrations

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bravada, cloisters, shine box, tickles

your sister sits at the

the basement of the garden,

between the feet of an

ancient singer.  She plays the holy fool,

asking for a voice in the

wilderness.  A thunder bolt

strikes and she feels it,

words that she cannot tell.

what does it say, the keeper of records?

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gambling, groove, tired warriors, your ticket

you travel back in time

but only twenty years and you bet

on all the sports and all the spirits.

A winter’s face comes in July and

implores you to double check your tax return.

After ^putting on your glasses, yous ee that

the numbers are not numbers at all, but only

figures, exclamation points and

question marks.  What is a ford mustang doing, parked in your gargarge?

why have you blown up with such a devious inferno?

worlds that are conflicted when they meet

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de whit, emblems, sage coffins, trances

you run from one

side of the

island to the other, looking for your daughter.  You

look down and your shoes are red.  When you come

home the fire is out and you

huff to fill it, to light it.  There is a howl

outdoors, the creature from

the night time is

wandering again, asking with noise, does it

hurt when I want you?

shaving off the bark for medicine

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fat lipz, jailtime, statements, wilted lettuce

the light in my different hands

is actually the numbers of

my cards that can add up to

quite a special number.  She is

prowling around me, waiting for a

sound to come out of my past, for

the solar flare to

fight with her.  I am holding the

sun and she is holding the moon.  You

cry at being all the humans

of the earth, you cry you

cry.

lavish and solar tidal waves

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blouses, gary's, plungers, terros

when the wine runs out

and the cliff falls a

thousand feet into the nearest sea, a

woman, a warrior from a

different era comes and asks

to begin writing about the tribe she’s

met.  There is a mother with

purple across her eyes and a

daughter with

sand sewn into her skin.

voice like progress, progress like tree bark

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the mama is boiling

bubbles over the fire.  A sun

comes out of the stove and

she runs away until

her husband greets her and swallows

the world.  Their child is

waiting outside, he’s been cold,

carrying his sister

from the woods.  It’s summer now.  The husband

and the mother lay under an

olive branch and practice

saying each others’ names.

where is the sister’s home

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parchments, parliaments, penatenturmints, peppermints

before the morning, when there

is someone walking away from you

in between the tree line and the

beach, you wipe the sweat off you and follow her.

From behind the horizon you

can watch as she talks about

heaven and hell and

lucidity.  The sounds that

she is speaking with rise up and

around the air, dazzling you

so, your eyebrows rise

in the moonlight.

a weekend in the nineties

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borossa, sunglass melding, sunken, trepid

he strolls past the

uneven columns to the

office of the

president.  He walks inside and

demands the truth.  the head of state

takes his red phone and

calls the secret police, who

are not so secret anymore.  I want to know

you.  I want to see your face.

dinner in magreb

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cyanide, rotary, tariffs, tonaka

A dangerous diplomat is waiting at yourà

doorstep.  He is saying that your wife

is a foreign spy, but you

disagree because you believe in the

true value of eyea that look into other

eyes.  What if he was hitler?  what if

they were hitler?