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there is no 15th month. rain falls and heals the wound of swiftly turning summer tended slowly over lemons puckered pink i hand soured them myselves tidying the stitches of crisped scent that toasty bottom seed of sweet new growth sweat cobwebs on bed of floured pomegranates, sinuously sprig of green to liven burns up (one must always cool to swim two layers out there across the sea ) And yet, thrall rainbows… sweetly salt bite time you stare into your longing in the toaster, :
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In town for the Kristeva Circle Conference, where I'll be presenting on flamenco, the duende, and Kristeva's semiotic chora and abjection.
In the meantime, though, this: Memphis bugs buzz in the streetlights and i'm walking, walking far, i buzz buzz too. two dollars for a soup bowl hot tamale hot wings in a paper thin buzzcut razor’s edge and it’s ten o clock somewhere where i be two chicken wings, 69 cents with that old school sign, that old kind hey y’all know where i kin git some o dat yee thank yew baybee hair piled so high atop the head and sprigs out-pfoof! up flouncing pleshette is a nice kind of name and i didn’t know her but she died her for not too long moths too the flame, you can see them swirling in them streetlights cicadas, crickets, junebugs, some other bugs i drip sweat, walked on far, train rumbles slow and scares me some when a truck stops by hey pretty lady yew want a ride? no thanks i like walking (not now i don’t drip sweat drag tired feet) yer gon’ walk? yew got quite a walk ahead’a ya i know i didn’t know i knew i knewed it looks like yew got some pretty comfrtable shoes what? looks like yew got some pretty comfrtble shoes what?! looks like yew got some pretty comfrtble shoes i can’t hear you the train is too loud! aw yew kin just leave that honey, but bring the coins up here we’re talkin waffles 24 hours but only when the door’s thrown spider the size o my hand dew that sits, kissed, sweet spectre outta shakespeare come to take me to the holy land: two thousand fifteen is HIS year sign says move on then, plastic doggie and the reals with solemn eyes junebug! more frightnin then the men juuune bug spider the size o my hand and i’m not kiddin y’all i buzz i buzz i |
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