20151110

Steve Dalachinsky
as collage / p21


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detour(n)ed

amusing how n.y. changed 
my tongue
like a tattoo who loves you 
too much
broken strip of babies mixed up
like a good time left unpaid
while on its way to jail
after a bad night’s sleep


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detour(n)ed 2

the salami arguing with me
where ants of the arctic used to dwell
red in would on the west coast
until eternity came thin & jewish
clearly thru the goddess’s
hold


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one of us said – i am the tragedy of my own mortality
then one of us said – humanity never catches up with itself
                                          until it feels it can profit 
                from itself


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my hair defines my look
confusion defines my hair
        one should move things around
              reduce details 
                                       germinate

at the end of summer
a one legged boy does a backflip
       into the pool

he immediately becomes a mascot a fetish a lucky charm 
noise & fog

most things build into or descend/deteriorate into chaos
discovering flexibility is safe
talking to real people
we’ve got you covered / nuff / no wait / never late /
         sorry - one of us said -  i accidently deleted your KARMA.


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surely smeared & measured
                      (land) 
               the first the new 
           & what came before
                     obliterated        ignored     forgotten
     you will be dead among the deadest of things
                   power
                         affinity
                                         la logic & choice  / infancy
thleynalp kneejerk – constantly confused memory.

 
 
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