in east uncommon

blinds to replaced

static dirt buns and

a lost parakeet did

and sequind bras

discarded on pikes

were heads of you

lay all night before

cops turned up with

cameras and hateful––

anyway musculatures

are defining the min.

requirements and we

with our softness are

on waiting lists now

if only could click fingers

loud or wolf whistle

with conviction and not

so boarishly

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these notorious

dismantling this now frames

where elbow hinges no longer requirement

of socialnecessity

CRIMES OF THUS heavy breathing and fog

hides the intention

and several magistrates observed

this delinquent sacrifice

these superfluous chimes and cogs and

cuttings [wood cuttings for equal uselessness]

 

and the crowds of us observed

and the crowds of us passed down

 

a creed a dialogue for transcript word for word

 

from which nobody strays

 

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not olfaction but that other thing instead

carrion                is my heart is
                                                    swollen
is this lower abdomen
                                                    where is cartilage
rotten beneath the pores.
this is fey nymphic love-making
            for once
[trust me?]
hey but if we never see a meadow
                                              we mourn it
in only dusks
and pretend we are stallions and earning billions .
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a new ochre eel

a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a reminder that we are not welcome here a Leech Ewe Mourn a Leech Women Rue Crewel Hoe Menu Wench Leer Cowmen Heel Ecru Wheel Creole Eh Eh Eh Eh Lech Men Owe Rue Echo Rule a NEW OCHRE EEL          for you

 

 

 

 

 

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as kin

a skin a stain

a skin a sin

of grandmothers

before me a skin

a place to display

the sins of present

a skin a way to

separate the ecru

from the

sinopia from the

deerskin

a skin a – pology

a skin a punishment

of pigmentation

a skin that is

a liquid dirt

 

 

 

 

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because the grave

this liver liver FLESH opposite in combat.

 

 

for thick skin a crime.

 

 

that is the deviance

 

 

bottled for convenient pleasures only.

 

 

My town’s devilry in broken cranes and windows smashed

 

 

and i will explain to you

 

that my hearts are knife-edged

after one month of fucking or

after three years

of talking and fucking

and sucking.

 

 

the liver wins but surrenders

afterwards to nobody in particular.

 

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these philly fingernails

these philly fingernails

i glance at, sometimes with loving proustic tenderness but sometimes

instead with the qualms of someone who is still battling

with her breasts as symbol of socially accepted sexuality vs who she am

on the inside.

 

these philly fingernails

are black and white but i am neither

black nor white so they are not me

i do not see myself

in them they do not represent me

in them so how

can i wear such

treacherous nails

?!

this morning the hornsby line

this morning the urge

to avoid lilac in my life

this morning the fear

of betraying

my comrades

[as not-breastfeeding-mother&not-mother no doubt]

of betraying

my comrades

with my red crayon lipstick.

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american galleries [incomplete]

METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART

JOSEPH MALLORD WILLIAM TURNER GUSTAVE COURBET ALBERT BARTHOLME EDOUARD MANET EDGAR DEGAS HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC CLAUDE MONET CAMILLE PISSARRO VENCENT VAN GOGH PAUL CEZANNE CAMILLE COROT EDGAR DEGAS AUGUSTE RENOIR PABLO PICASSO JACQUES LAIS DAVID ANTOINE LAURENT [ATTRIBUTED TO] FRANCISCO DE GOYA GIOVANNI BATTISTA TIPEOLO JACOB VAN RUISDAEL REMBRANDT HENDRICK TER BRUGGHEN JACOPO BASSANO [ATTRIBUTED TO] PARMIGIANINO CORREGGIO CARAVAGGIO

MUSEUM OF MODERN ART

HENRI ROUSSEAU PABLO PICASSO DIEGO RIVERA GEORGES BRAQUE CARLO CARRA GINO SVERIN EDVARD MUNCH HENRI MATISSE AMADEO MODIGLIANI GIORGIO DE CHIRICO PIET MONDRIAN PAUL KLEE MAX ERNST ANDRE BRETON FRIDA KAHLO BRUCE NAUMAN WILFREDO LAM JACKSON POLLOCK MARCEL BROODTHAERS AGNES MARTIN JOAN MITCHELL JUAN GRIS JOAN MIRO MANOLO MILLARES

FUKUSHIMA HIDEKO MURUKAMI SABURO TONE YASUNA AKESAGAWA GENPEI ALEKANDR RODCHENKO ED LISSITZKY GERMAINE KRULL GRETE STERN

NATIONAL GALLERY OF ART

SHORTER-LAZIER HENDRICK WILLEM MESDAG AUGUSTE RENOIR GUSTAVE COURBET AUGUSTE RODIN

PHILADELPHIA MUSEUM OF ART

THOMAS COUTURE EDGAR DEGAS EDOUARD MANET JEAN-BAPTISTE-CAMILLE COROT CAMILLE PISSARRO EUGENE-LOUIS BOUDIN THEODORE ROUSSEAUU HIPPOLYTE FERRAT JOHN ATKINSON GRIMSHAW JASPER JOHNS JOHN CAGE MARCEL DUCHAMP MERCE CUNNINGHAM ROBERT RAUSCHENBERG

&MORE&MORE&MORE

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On December 1, 1933 was a woman

The soldiers put on a woman’s hair is a dead life. And wooden swords were then forced to drink them windup!

Plug it into the womb of iron rods, the officer had to die.

Tattoos have been inscribed throughout the whole body.

Numerous needles stuck his tongue into its back because it was too difficult, and there are still totally beats did that.

And pregnancy. ‘Yet I think that having written’ the womb Ripper for a fetus.

When will the tears come up with the old thinking alone.

Then another 15 people uninsured women hand in hand for a woman killed as an example.

Naked and grab the head and foot soldiers long women nails embedded planks on top of the cave.

Like a fountain of blood and seared was tattered in the nail plate.

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what people

what the people would be.

what the people would be if instead of gesticulations, shrieks. we squeal.

 

the terror of obedience.

adaptive-protective, create response.

 

what the people would be were we not dripping teats.

(a fordian slip.)

& crushing migrant voices;

the news travels fast.

Delphyism blossoming  or maybe burgeoning.

 

hack the bone & expose your inner ugly.

what, which, people cannot gain access to bonesaws.

what people, which are terrorist cells, swallow avocado grenades for luscious skin.

the terror of invisibility: you cannot un-visible yourself.

 

full disclosure: i am ugly.

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