.. Gwendoline Karas
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collective twig-scratched soffit facia sound like dead nails- wind whips fear heart jumps to mouth- drums on palate- somewhere deep we're two years old -or asleep in memory; back to peering out newborn caves at the same old dinosaur fuzzhead smackdown wunderful all along the watchtower, hendrix thumped. made love to lady microphone his gi'tar screamed- was thatta birth or murdered star born outta nuthin -left hand knew what it was doin' right -that's it- jim still burns brighter than Alpha Centaurus metanoia breasts like sacks of salt mothers over the mountains moving slowly toward the west their suckling done paps low ankles look about to break- but don't. weight supported by a miracle like sky held up by nothing -skies and mothers drift to purple like dark afterbirth Main Page
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