still playing with this as I send ..........
as children, as baby ::: to battered pond where swans
lived: place in the dream edge of ;;;; chuck em stale
bread // beaks snap back wings of bones &
waters crack'd ::::::: elderly
hand pierce waters, fingers stuck out like teeth : fingers,
ruby rings, nibbled by swans :::::::::::::::::::: since
then come to feel swans as erotic // though these were not
or rather were as water's
crack'd on edge of town ::::::::::::::::::: since then come
to feel the hand in the lake must have been the queen's /
she too, knows them erotic think she must do
possessive, legally ((((((((((((((((to kill a swan being
treason ::::::: forget the queen, she's -------- /////// we
were on about childhood, try to keep that instant clean,
those fingers with rubies, that box carved from dead bones
::: & swans are not inside (they're out trying to fuck
parked cars, which the queen once told me she'd like to do
when I met her in a
dream
madman shared my compartment, the train, Marrakech to Fes
::: one hand was rubies, theother, constantly over face
with six inch blade ::::::: used to point out passing
landscapes, sic em to my eyes :::::::::::::::::: just
past Meknes (did I see the landmarks, red, I believe),
opened his bag, stink train empty /////// me &
him now, his knife of domestic tin, me hiding in my crotch,
tongue minting :::::::: madman bred madman there
deep in his bag, deeply carved, pieces of queen
;;;;;;;;;;;; tossing smiles through the air, madman gleamed
through the holiness there, spit & glue & the mucous there,
spread out his arms, till swans were the air
each door in the house opens on the moviedrome /////// on
the backrow on the frontrow, the queen (both of her), one
tongue inside her, the other, broken free, crawling
somewhere (don't want to think it) :::::::::::: & the
moviescreen my own front door, & inside it nation (like
they'd say), arranging her ribcage, silverware ;;;;;;; &
that tongue loose (tympani) ////////////// never mind,
focus on the movie, watch the scene go off inside her, one
tongue beside her ::: (malnourished, the queen
walking on swanwings wilting in sunlight you'd
wince at the ::::::::::::::::::
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saved, madman closed eyes, & closed eyes,
& closed, & in our hands creatures, all naked, non-crowned
(pariah dro --------) & one by one, up from water, wide
as heartbeat, studs of the sky those swans, I wish I
could remember the reason, and why, that season as a
baby, as child
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