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                                the man
                                alone on the wide
                                street

                                two cyclists pass
                                on the
                                     silhouette path

                                scandal, the lights
                                clank
                                on you can’t
                                remember
                                you mouth but
                                your lips
                                don’t move

                                the two
                                flashing
                                yellow
                                lights
                                over the empty
                                street
                                the single
                                clarinet note
                                bending
                                down then
                                up to the same
                                note

                                seagulls flap
                                and wheel around
                                his head
                                her mouth

                                sculps
                                five times before
                                she says
                                “…do something
                                     for him”

                                     I’ve got you
                                     under my skin
                                     drawing careful

                                diagrams in the white
                                sand

                                silver
                                wavy
                                hair and
                                champagne-saluting

                                what was
                                once a ballerina
                                is now just

                                plugged into the
                                wall

                                rubbing the make-up
                                off

 

 

 

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20th century & life & yellow wormhole: ‘after the war …’
seagull wormhole: ‘she shook the sweets …’
silver wormhole: Life on Mars?
speech wormhole: ‘she busted in …’
white wormhole sitting room
wind wormhole: washing lines and trees

 

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