20151110

Steve Dalachinsky
as collage / p20


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literally
& not just like some cheap overused
metaphor
my heart dropped & my anxiety soared
moat
o
t
e     as the sun dropped 
                 from
               behind
                    a
                cloud
 big brilliant orange ORB

i stuffed a finger into each ear 
  to block out the noise of the female jogger
   who stopped to stretch
      along the railing
& converse with her male companion
    
     they left just before the sun completed its cycle
                     & me wondering while writing
                                  having now been drained of all desire 
    & capacity  -  to write
- to live – to explore – if the toe that now protruded
                                          through the sneaker i found in the street 
                                                                   a few weeks ago 
                                                                 was actually broken.


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bleu –vert uni gren
glown column under arch / gold net
                reddish yellow
     woven to the windows
                         rafters obsequious

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flying thru inner city
flexible moving dynamic
wall of surgery in a crowd of lovers
flight 
like a tree’s growth 
the sounds dancer & bird make 
on concrete
the illusion of water
a blur of images
filling a shallow space
between moments &
movement
arrival & destination
some profound possibilities
of walking the world’s insides
along the fabric of memory.

 
 
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