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A sip from the straw in the oily puddle of my mother's breast for breakfast and then a roll in the warm bowl hands ruffling the hemisphere of rainbows until the colors release packs of cigarettes that make me dizzy in the white bubble-nest deep in the field with my friend where we pull the flab over our heads our white asses stuck to the leaves ...our ears...our arms, all shut up except for the slit in the cock that squirts tiny cross sections of lemons suspended in milk like hot and soothing blisters a form of tranquilizer raised by inhaling Vaginas, aged 15 ca. 1970 I am the Test, the strange man others are locked on a bus with for five days. I stare at one of their body parts at a time, changing emotional states for each part-- lips--melancholy, eyes--innocence... Oh my God I'm 14 years old! What am I doing in this body?? ca. 1970 Biting the thought, sucking it back like spaghetti, entrails infinitesimal verbal lies the thought, the lines followed backwards and backwards to the doorway of a tiny cottage... God's in the forest cutting wood but the table in the immaculate room is set. Upon the shining plate there lies a little morsel of conception. but I've lost my appetite devoid of appetite I don't have any appetite any more. God comes back, "Not hungry, eh?" "No, sir." That gets a big laugh people start clapping and standing up giving me a hand. I'm very grateful. They're wonderful though I don't understand it. I'm clapping too and we start kissing. The kissing gets serious. ca. 1970 |