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this thought is in me and it slams its rythem up here; in the glitter
sidewalks i can see it mimicking me. actually, thats me, mimicking;
doing the Charlie Chaplin duck walk all the way to the Bay. i might
jump in. i might cry. he might make me cry, and i might jump in. not in
a hurt way, just jump in. and maybe not.
[bitemytongue] my mouth is red (he was small and sick)
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eat. ?
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molecules are moving so quickly through space, ever-shifting, things
blurring into each other, entirely divided, entirely composing a
whole... one part of another is part of another is part of... me. i eat
the molecules that compose a small pig. a small pig eats molecules that
were once part of me, later. i fertilize the weeping willows, the
dandylions in the cracks of the sidewalk... i eat a carrot. the carrot
grows from my body, it sprouts and withers. it's the most beautiful
thing i've ever seen. i can't look at it. the small pig nudges the
carrot from my hand; eats it. grows back into the ground. the small
pig, growing from the ground. i'm the small pig, holding a carrot in my
eyesocket... eyesocket of an empty skull. dead, for years and years. my
body curves into the weeping willow.
you could say that i'm not living in this world, but this is what i
see, in this world. this thing some people call reality, tilting its
gravity along and about... i twist to the strange after-shocks, the
remaining splotches of color, the photo-reproductive quality of my
eye... falling off somewhere. everyone watches, now.
i went to Caerphilly castle. they make excellent cheese, in Wales.
p.s. shhhhhhhh.......
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