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by Tara Carreon
(For Norman Spinrad)
Are you going to tell me how another
chip of credit bought you
Erotic delight
A Sufi smile
Death's gorgeous bones
He just sat there
Melancholy riders
A boat stuffed with ostriches
The future open
You could be beyond that lily glamoured smile
Everything that I love in the land of Talmod and Sod
The body is a flowing place
Almeida of the Cloves
Supersheen clothes
Tarot for the rising
What was that shouting about anyhow?
Stop giving me these death visualizations!
Lemon yellow pepper tree
I don't need to emphasize your penis
People matched up the etheric music
What is it with you, me?
Tatters in fragments
Strengthening on strengthening, over and over
On a suicide cloud
Pretty expensive
Diamond cover
Chop chop chop mashed potatoes time
A sea of filgree
You know what I'm saying
Tyromachtor was a bodyguard serpent
God is after all a figment of your imagination
In agony the poor lamented demented
Set sail in the eastern sea
But true to her enamoured genius
She got sick, the Venus Carolyn
Then she asked this life-giving person clothed in fire
And she fell through the clouds
Crystal purity fire with a vengeance
She only appears in the mirror of no thought
I'll make my mind a perfect mirror for her
Couldn't stand the beat of a subterranean meltdown
The mangled fish
For without clarity we are nothing
Last season left girls about ten years of age.
The Tunny Catch, by Salvador Dali
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