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Jack-booted out my cabin; fair the day, not fair my state of mind. Pink slippers peeked through underbrush, to bob in breeze, or sympathy. I couldn't take the air; it was too thick with memory, too kind with empathy, it would have pushed me to the brink--I'd surely sink. Ejected, just like Oliver whole-swallowed by the sea; it was the War; retreating aft towards Peace to shrug off my antipathy. The needles quieting my steps bring me to mind the muffled shouts pealed forth from trench and mudd...

Murky barren cloud of echoes kicked up (their feet) like dust; for what I am I do not know, only that I must sit still in dirt, a child with twenty billion parents. Still sitting in the sun-caked dust I see-- motionless, hanging in clouds heavy with rain,--a figure standing, watching me, her hand set clean across her proud brow bent rebel to the villian Sun. A dried up pool this dust once was, a dried up pool of blood. The great expanse between us is too wide, our ships are grounded, crews ha...

MY LITTLE BABY’S GOT TWISTY RAGDOLL HAIR My little baby’s got twisty ragdoll hair hangs down in bunches, swings when she jumps rope: pink stripey snake, flashing little ankles. When it’s hot (it’s never not), we go out, drop change in ice-cream man’s crinkled hand. My baby dances to the bells that tinkle, tinkle in the humid cloud hangs round her baby head. We dream of my baby’s daddy every night—what country he’s in now? How’s daddy—when’s he coming back? I tell my ragdoll baby there’s a cou...

I. CAFE VAN GOGH (TOO MUCH PINOT) We met that Sunday afternoon. You came after me, you saw me on Facebook (in my solitude, reaching out to who-knows-where, I I ended up snagging a scorpion). You brought me to the watering place of horny-hookups (Espresso Royale), where who knows who you've brought before (changing faces, but you never cared much about the faces). Four hours and you'd caught me up--did you see the stars forming in my eyes, which I thought were your reflected light?--your hands...

There were several downpours, killing dust and destroying my depth, filled my well, drowning I am standing knee-deep in the water Struggling to catch my breath --strange looks from you all, that clear, vast sky which feeds you feeds me no longer-- Cherry red lips on well-slept night, mid-morning; my love, my blood--on my lips; the booming cracking tearing soft sighing salt water licking my toes; trees of light-- Can I reach out and touch you? Do you burn? I am not afraid (I cannot breathe for...