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JOHN SAKKIS |
from The
The Moveable Ones
after Michael Palmer
quite often take fright
and my name was Mighty-Elk
in other words, a hospital
part of a prelude
for burial-chord; some of these
remains lies behind
at the store
Yesterday
we met a young Benjamin
over soapy Turkish coffee
preaching on death
in
of choral, his attribution as
well, and probable
re-rooting of sense
(so-called)
Sometimes
we are at war
“whose feet were cold
as any stone.” A fright
and hollow effect
with their lobes turned outward.
Yesterday
I met a young Benjamin,
a physician, and a horn;
the horn filled the room
warning the nowadays to hump
about the effects
of war. All his parched
lobes perhaps
as well, etc., all
that was finally heard
and most
I
dreamed about the city
3-D-clay-model
ing, in rows, step
the devil, the Disney
arches of
lapses in the wreck, another face.
The
stains or lack
of of war
the list of dismembered
parts much-used
dogs, rosy-cross
hatched hinge, leather
no-man’s land, wallet
of 12th cen., alive
liturgical, Baron, far less
variety and nowadays
and how
There
are three kinds of Bridges:
Red,
colloquial, sterile
dogs and Greeks, an
authentic finitude; Mikis Theodorakis
travel by hovercraft
from
thence by Sandbar
in a manner deforming
as well off diminutive
portage to support
suspend bridges
of the manner, the graffiti
and reserves territory
or of ideas sacrilized
and threatened
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