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2007/03/10

no longer

no longer Yeshua its the polyvocal
strain of yer playing gets me
your body's desert wind
her arms over Sinai




hurries the din
of alone
to berry its burial


Such wanton spare parting over
a piece of plastic curlicued thing
wordless empty chunk of teeth hanging
your dubiety against solemn oaths
and oaten pat commentary my glove


sprinkled in the heart of your name
a tabor jingling by lineament
bodies happy fed see the smoke
its rises mount the ferrying top of mountains
hidden absconded or otherwise


a mere mouse of a thing not mousse
treachery or mimetics that happens your rage
steeling against the sky a steely mirror