December 2011
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there is always a woman on the flying trapeze. there is always one who will run you clean through, and one who will come to stitch you up again. there is always a woman to be read like a book in an unknown language which you try your best to understand by context. there is always a woman. coming or going. mocking you with her stolen oranges. leaving her innards on the bedroom floor. always, there...
we have been building the tower of babel
and it seems that we climbed all this way just to fall
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how many centuries of skin have i swallowed
just standing here waiting for my light to turn green
rejoicing
i shouted hallelujah and felt my whole soul jump
like a slave from the ship
to take his chances in the water
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a painting for pavorst
there is a figure here
but i can’t make it out
so i listen with patience
to what the colors suggest