like the skinned rabbit hanging at the front door  weighs the bells of sacrifice clattering down the
hallways of he said she said buckling the boots of disbelief all is fair in love and waaaaaaaar
chattering teeth from the skull, only a light beaming out of its eyes can guide the way,
skull on a stick woodswoman skull on a stick woodswoman skull on a stick woodswoman
please guide the way, after you madwoman you look lovely tonight been round these parts before?
train track Jack, one tooth less, less is more, blue eyed banjo man what are you doing here, there are
no folk here to applaud you, to awe you, to stroke you, to coax you to happily help you. Move along
busker man its only the woman with a fox around her neck and a gun in her hand, guide the way
woodswoman guide the way woodswoman theres no time to be lonely when you have to worry
about bears busts tigers tusks snakes escapes spiders and misers fast cars stolen cars cities with banks
and jails and history. Noise in the light noise in the darkness there is nothing lonely about life, fusica pink
crimson red leopard yellow lake water green neurotic white stumbling over what never could be,
you wouldn't be the lover you're not the lover, where is the messenger, where is the gun, where is
the woman with the skull on the stick...der Himmel und der Boden der Himmel und der Boden
der Himmel und der Boden der Himmel und der Boden will keep us safe will keep us all at bay,
we too are like the skinned rabbit waiting for its next meaning.

Within the confinements of space he sits facing the corner with his back to what is
he wants to sit there
like that
he wants to sit with his back to the frame smoking a cigarette
nimble youth foreshadowing his stand as man, his rally


midnight brown hair
waving like a gesture
white t-shirt
slouched in raw denim
foot taping eagerly in black converse on the hardwood of the third floor
one leg crossed over the other

as he leans in to smell the transcendental arrangement of flowers


" I am the embodiment of youth"


he confirms with ease

and then returns

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Odyssey

Fragile chamomile
with a slanted stalk of black


Routine less like fuschia
structured like a coffee stained page
Voltaire's Dictionary
upper arms are snowy white
smooth and unaffected
nobody knows about the poetry above the elbow
behind the sleeve
farmers tanned by labour
writers white by thought


you look good in Lees
in dark alleys
dumpsters
disasters
fussy sanctuaries


you walk around the same block
how does it look today
a blend of navy,
muddled green
and way late yellow
all overexposed


shake the camera at 100 ISO
you're not there
only your East feet
how are they on the old streets
do they leave behind the same colours as the early years
tungsten yellow
blue time
silver spit
thrasher over a multi sunrise

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Young Russian

Novosibirsk
Irkutsk
Ulan Ude
Chita
Khabarovsk
Vladivokstok

Young twin with freckles, same as hers, where'd your sister go?

follow her home

follow her home

follow her home


North of China
Russian folklore


...where'd your sister go.




























































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Plain Fade

Wayfarer

The Underground Dictionary

Wayfarer slash transatlantic modernist

Artist, poet,


Famous Clairvoyant










































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Do not cut your hair until winter solstice


                                 not even your bangs


                              
                                 not even your bangs



                                 not even your bangs







                                              




























































































































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