A torchon after Indigo Weller Some need some Body or more to ape sweat on some site. Bloody purl or dirty spit hocked up for to show who gets eaten. Rig Body up. Bough bow to breeze a lazed jig and sway to grig’s good fiddling. Pine-deep dusk, a spot where stood Body. Thus they clap — when I mount banc’, jig up the lectern. Bow to say, “it’s all good,” we, gathered, withstood the bends of dives deep er, darker. They clap as I get down. Sweat highlights my body,…
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"I pray for your missing body” I pray for your missing body to be granted justice. For it to be granted a name. I pray I’ll have a place to go to cry. I pray for those who are good and for the others, because even if they have no heart, I do.
Read MoreTo see you standing in the sagging bookstore door So filled me with chagrin that suddenly you seemed as Pink and white to me as newborn, hairless mouse. For I had hoped to delight you at home. Be a furl Of faint perfume and Vienna’s cord like lace, To shine my piano till a shimmer of mother-of-pearl Embraced it. To pleasantly surprise you with the grace That transcends my imitation and much worn “Louis XV” couch. To display my cathedrals and ballets. To plunge you into Africa through my nude…
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There will be no edges, but curves. Clean lines pointing only forward. History, with its hard spine & dog-eared Corners, will be replaced with nuance, Just like the dinosaurs gave way To mounds and mounds of ice. Women will still be women, but The distinction will be empty. Sex, Having outlived every threat, will gratify Only the mind, which is where it will exist. For kicks, we’ll dance for ourselves Before mirrors studded with golden bulbs. The oldest among us will recognize that glow—…
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