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2015, 6*, beach, body, bones, Buddha, feet, fruit, gods, Gran Canaria, heat, identity, ink, knuckles, leisure, mantra, salt, Shakyamuni, sound, Spanish, stone, story, swimming, toes, water
hola de nuevo Gran Canaria
quiet crucible of dimpled buttock
and all the beach furniture of recline
balmy Spanish exchanged – warm water
poured slappingly on hot languid stone
om muni muni maha muniye soha
hola de nuevo Gran Canaria
with your reveal of dark ink identity
your candid feet with no guile, each toe
tells a different story to your tread – painted
toes and slight bones between knuckles
om muni muni maha muniye soha
ah, you bodies you slink
cool and day-glo all about me
you bath-robe gods high above
with your salt-water pools and fruit –
the headland a giant sitting Buddha
om muni muni maha muniye soha
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
beach wormhole: is there anything to write?
Buddha wormhole: child
feet wormhole: cinnamon / milkshake
identity & water wormhole: and // do your ears burn red?
sound wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
stone wormhole: St. Mark’s flies flagpole upwards / with the forelegs hanging down obscene / reaching some height blindly to connect / out from the long-stalk tri-separating up- / to-seeded rounds of pod like acacia what / is it called “‘hogweed’ I-don’t-know- / what-it’s-called-but-goats-love-it-and- / it-makes-them-burp-a-lot”
