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109958HALF-LIFE radioactive decay. i absorb the neutral particles like a quiet lithium blanket as you begin to fuse the energies released rival all conventional methods; i can only imagine (i have become inert and meaningless here--the white noise is absolute) in the outer cold i am a stranger to your isotopic city on a hill not wanting to believe i have traveled so far only to collect the remainder in the weak glow of your half life

soft creases under each eye                                                         (an iconoclast) died yesterday                                                                  at his home in Manhattan melted and brightly dripped into                                                         (a poetnovelist) died yesterday                                                                    at his home in Manhattan    a full white specifically untrimmed mustache                                                         (a photographerdirector) died yesterday                                                                      

Anxiety induced into rapid succession. Sucksucksuck the air inside, breath in labored oaths between confiscated moments- crowd thunder; white noise overtake(ing), parades of ugly people. Tongue-slapping port city shores, making love to television dramas, Ironizing the points, j-j-jesus Christ- turn the damn thing off, go, go along with the rip-roar and all too utter, silence. Make it last for ages, those fears of something unexpected. Cringing at thoughts, too blank and white for meaning. Hypothermic and dying, tell l-l-lies metaphorically. fuckno, I mean it this time. Middleofthenight, dear god, it's winter. Too cold

______________________________ Our sky squats hostile and sad; what a wail of rain and wind when a hardwood throws several hickory nuts down where the runt squirrel will be shoved from the nest to plummet and be reared by the shaking hands of man but man will soon plummet himself, surely as his wife does scream, surely as she loves cold men but not so much does she love the cold. ______________________________

AMPHIPRION I have been a bloodless fish tossed about with wild blank eyes -- whiter than the foam that smashed me into rocks that flaked my scales and sent them scattering gold vermillion flashing at the knees of stinking fishermen that bent to taste me, one hand in the folds of their trousers where they started to stiffen and the edges of their boots all caked with guts. With salt crust forming in the corners of their lips they turned to face each other, to shake hands or compare rod size -- I made this community! A limp queen rotting into water where I lay with seagull shit and algae scum that floated and coated the mouths o