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Who’s filled the ward so that his large body can hardy squeeze its way down to the dark corridor? A child cries softly in the bed next to him. Spring mist
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A mother on death row list looks fine in front of Buddha’s hidden smile this morning
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COVID-19 has taken over the skin of New York City for cheap global warming
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Is a two act, single character, played by tawny moor, the first March?
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A vision falls upon the candlelight & I’m stolen into my fancy
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What’s it you’re looking at? In the distance in Adam St, Brooklyn, a crow, a crow soars ahead & we’re waking up beyond skin colour
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The airplane is a grasshopper, escorting his girlfriend to a restaurant, where the cook spits into the cauldron, I exchange glance & smile till I end up at that workplace
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A blue whale stands emotionlessly cargo ships dock under the bridge electric train carrying variegated commuters clouds of carbon dioxide on sale cherry blossom-viewing fills the morning I remain silent & inconspicuous
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A crowd of whimpering beaten dogs has stopped a woman shrieking. Dog days
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Zuihitsu:
I’m a flounder with both eyes on one side of my body, I’m lying on the ocean bottom with both eyes facing up. A strange ship is approaching in my direction & I’m changing my colour pattern to match the background for any possible catch.
Dairy 1
1. A salesman seizes an extra space from a girl & forces her host into the wonderful characters of an adult fairy tale.
2. The couple talk about their lives, their hopes & their old relationship with me in the street.
3. The makeup is unique, it takes five hours per black face to complete & is made by applying ridges of rice paste & paper directly to the skin.
Dairy 2
By the slant of moonlight from the steps a figure with the rifle advancing to meet me the dead bears the queerest resemblance of her father, who renders valuable but unobtrusive service in this neighbourhood, is a number of the maladjusted,
taking refuge from his body on their doorsteps by escape into the cloudier space of generalities
And I certainly include in the forebodings that are justified.
Dairy 3
I’ve introduced you to hair tips/ hair fitness/ solutions. A new concept in designer prints. I’ve electronically transferred the images he took while on vacation in San Francisco onto fabric. Unlike those of most minimalists, you’ve trimmed bodies with ostrich feathers during the street protests, sequined dresses peek through semi-opaque overlayers. It’s like building block for different looks under a big organza top, or a velvet jacket. You don’t have to kill the cash. “Yes, we don’t have to, we won’t kill sheep for their flesh.” We’re casted about for eco-friendly fabric in the match.
Sedoka
In his demented clumsiness he falls down, sprawling against other bodies. A lady stands in front of me & the ships are coming with his Atlantic ocean a nun is shriek between her locked teeth.
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Forest fires & rocks are naked, writhed, rocking from side to side, we’re desperately beating the air about with dark street shops, once again, bitter at his own cowardice, burning away.
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Grunion is a sea lady laying her eggs in the sand at high tide near midnight & his mind is crazy in his truculence.
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Each water lily a broken sun the death of a late summer is never valiant mourning isn’t the voice no failure is this cowardly
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She’s doubly distrusted, as a woman & as a foreigner among the summer wildflowers
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I see them writhe with a deadly locution still issuing from those lips. Afterglow.
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Street corners piled up with the sculptural Plexiglas jewels─ all in the very best of spirits?
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Diminish puff eyes, soften fine lines, glimpses of the tragedian in the open between methods.
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Why cry over the Milky Way Galaxy with a blonde at dawn? Police has arrested twin compasses & they’re exhibits
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Carrying heavily her creamy bosom behind the deep V of black jersey tank top, she rolls her eyes & draws her crimson lips into a pout: “Am I so tired of this?”
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Cool water on your skin fresh feeling dawn, I feel the effect, not its presence, no matter what your skin colour is
