Re: poem of 7/22

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: god i love this stuff, i want to swirl around in these waters for hours : thanks bill, you make me feel alive : : trying to move this dark board : : some kind of dangerous sheet permitting only moments of air : : this dolphin submerged in blue plastic tubing, with taunting holes : : dry tongues : : never kissed : : persistent sucking jelly lids : : will cut you and trap you in netting : : and eclipse the sun : : filter down through my saline : : come down through my coolness : : go down earthdiver : : go down urashima taro : : go down marco polo : : under the chatting head : : under the incessant need : : under the heavy book : : under the heavy look : : erected great and shining : : spewing it's light across the waters : : it sends out a trail : : it reaches out and grabs ships and epics : : pirates with parrots and magellan and megalodon : : it hits the ocean it stabs her : : it is a beacon, it is carved by her : : it is abrupt and faithful : : it is silent and screams : : she is waiting, she is advancing, : : she is churning, she is mad and content : : she is birthing, she is celebrating : : and gestating and sending out plankton and leviathan and coelocanthii : : go down now into the mad swirl : : like a broken frankenstein head on saturday night : : in the back of a garage, past a baseball w a coral snake wrapped around it, : : where you realize that no one will ever see this : : blazing glory lime green dream of plastic joy : : and sea creatures that glow in the dark and arms pulled out of joint from placing plastic stars on false maple trees. try producing sounds under a fingernail blackboard.....71 red, white and blue bomb pops melting down your chest in purple streams. this is the beginning of what it means to fight silence.

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