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"...& we smiled at each other to signal the Womp" - Boris Izsus
The Body in a Thin Black Line, like the way we used to Touch, the Soil weighs to the Charge of our sings/so--------------->so/sings The Surge in the Death Sentence of Love, behind your Teeth, behind the Scene where I lay half-fallen off in the Dung of Yesterday’s Storm—sung anythinganything to take Measure in the stiffening cock of Deflection or--------------->there is nothing Human but shaped in Sight & The Face erased our “Face”—to—“Face” said would you like to Spend some Time together—[?]------------------>& we’ll tell the Others it was all an Accident in the dark/dark or, --------------->the anti—stalkers to the Sunlights the path we take to Volume sup/on a Space where I would Touch you, in Private, in an Abnormal Amount, so better not to Pronounce this Babybaby--------------->& then all that Shit, gathering amongst The Blackening Trees, dragging a Succession of Faces I’m sure I once had seen at the Tail End of some Binge--------------->& In the Morning, this cuts us or is it me, down to a Fatigue, cuts/us in a Rage that renders us completely Weightless or--------------->this again, the Premonition of Odors that Order the Bodies you have so clumsily touched from the Midway down to the Suction thus--------------->I will tell a Grand Lie--------------->Contracting, at the Joints, points to where Shattered the Little Ones down to a rough/rot--------------->Rot me again, in The Body, filled with those White Days, those Anonymous Days drizzle from the Fingers & penetrate us, right into the House, right into the Room & a single Body seen in a heavy Crust, shaking or Wandering in the bushels of all The Back to back me now, as no one that is peering in from the Glass, has waved their Hand or, --------------->Breath & the gnash/crash crossly close to the Heart or/or, ---------------èThe First Words “I can’t Drop”---------->Drop, myself down/droop the Drop & the casual handle on Grief values on the good Nature I Front, falling into the Field of View, you is a more comparison, You
wrote:
1. soso--------------->The sunfasts the SOSO
2. So, The Journey, moves us about the train/in Hostile Language
3. In a State of
4. or, Pummeled or, Consecrated or, brokenass or, ---------------->more
5. boke, on the Choke of the enveloping swarm hidden in the encroaching Summer Storm
6. or, how I am here in the Hallway, buttnaked & cursing your Body
Thus, The Body, first in Disgust, then enchanted by it’s own Bloat, hands upon Belly & outside it hears the slo/ro sounds of how Our Sunday Roll, rolls or, --------------->how Cruel I unveil in this Heat yet, today how I’m coil in Calm trekking/on forward in the Toil, I say--------------->The Shit, not the Sea, you see—[?] I say------------->could I somersault then Seep into the Body with me—[?] I say--------------->& everything you said to me, begins with the same inflection, the same slum in the tumtum is the Quiet Plump Hell of Some or,--------------->sore or,--------------->or, PS------------->You Became a Shadow, before this/is Mess Begins or,--------------->Juicing your Wood now, in a Room now, you’re alone now, descending as much now, into a blank blinking as Thinking now: I burr in this Winter that bunked me on/in or,----------------->You
EXCLUDE
1. The Proposal of this, is only a Pretext of constricting the Limits
2. Depends on how the Light sours upon us
3. The Body, leans over the Water------------->
4. Holding Back the Years
5. Generic
6. to the End—[?]
