Steve Dalachinsky
as collage / p21
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as collage / p21
46 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 47 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 48 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 49 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. 50 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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