for lynne:
may you always have a very long stick to beat back the carp

Last night I dreamed of carp

of bloated fishes

their lips

firmly fastened
to the vulvular stem
of a bromeliad

afloat

astray

on the brackish sea
of thick
viridian

slime

: i dreamed of kisses :

dripping
sucking
draining kisses

held out like a prize
in some mindless man game

drowning kisses

spewed from the lips
of the virulent

carp

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e Toile'
a trazom expansion
For RME

fresh from your pipe
that brown rub of tired hash
is nothing more
than sticky

soot

an irritant smudge
between considerate fingers

to be

dismissed

as inconsequential
ash

defecate
from the burning shoal
of bone-brittle

philosophy

Toile principles
dimorphic opiates
proof positive
of your own

retentive
need

to feed

e Toile'

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i was vaccinated with a brautigan needle

so i turned a talking candle inside out
and faced the smallest part of a lion

the paraffin puddles
under foot

dripped like-love colors
in the light of forgetfulness

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perfect syntax


there's a phrase inside of my mouth

a sentence
on the paragraphic verge
of consonance

a promise
to be mutually resolved

in perfect syntax

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soul kiss

love - like
that little lick
of salt that feels
so true in my mouth

sowet sowarm
so smooth

and karma-fine

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