Saturday, 12 March 2011

DISORGANIZATION: MY PART

But will you lay your hand upon this hand,
Upon my crying and dark soul? lowing the cattle,
Organs, utter blue pearl, the cut.

In the coming and going of flying blue deities
I never before connected
These calligraphic indications with

The schizoid marks made at school
Instead of copying the sounds.
Thin rain falling like fat Korean

Signs upon the splashy ground:
The sperm jutting from me plumes
Calligraphically upon the dusty floor.

Or just a reluctance to wear myself out
For the sake of pleasing in me some slut.







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