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Passions Coitus Ah, pink tip of sixth sense, oyster fat of lovepearl, dew-seed & singing leaf-tongue, lizard's head of pure thought. Body Painting To step into the golden lute & paint one's soul on the body. Bird goddess & slow snake in the flowered tree. Circle, lineage, womb, mouth, leaf-footed godanimal on a man's chest who leaps into the moon on a woman's belly. Blue-green Iridescent Flies Meat, excrement, a source of life attracts this message & definition of the ultimate us. They fly off with the weight of the world. Peepshow A new moon rises on an elevator over the mountain. String Bass The moon's at the window, as she rocks in the arms of this lonely player like a tall Yoruba woman. Pinball Machines Encased in glass, a woman opens her eyes. The room floods with a century of bells. Magnetic balls & sound of metal seem enough to build a locomotive moving through the room's wooden bones. 49 from Lost in the Bonewheel Factory Butterflies Incandescent anthologies semi-zoological alphabets of fire, these short lives transmigrate, topaz memories cling to air, release wordflesh from the cocoon of silk fear. Psilocybe One hundred purple rooms in a mirror of black water. I must enter each, interrogated by a different demon. In the distance I can hear the sea coming. A woman at Laguna Beach. Her eyes now seashells. Her arms two far-off sails. Like a tree drags the ground on a windy day with yellow & red fruit too soft to eat, she comes toward me. Stars cluster her laughter like a nest of moth eyesher focus on the world. The closer she comes, the deeper I work myself away into music that I hope can save us both. A man steps from a junkyard of chrome fenders & hubcaps, pulling off masks. At least a hundred scattered about. The last one: I'm him. 50 N EON V ERN A C U L A R ...

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