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Readings in French



                                                                 1.

                          Looking into the eyes of Guillame Apollinaire
                          You see a wax orphans' cheek turn purple 
                          and cough windshot notes.

                                                                  2.
              
                         Looking into the eyes of Isidore Ducasse
                         (or the Comte De Lautreamont, 
                          if you prefer a syphillitic eel)
                          You see orchards of light race black
                          in alipine fissions with laughter.


                                                                  3.
 
                        Looking into the eyes of Robert Desnos
                        You lick a snail from sleeping ice.
                        Swamp water bubbles inside 
                        A man drilling in deja vu.


                                                                  4.

                       In any case, the mirror's 
                       gloss is split by
                       a coin flipped 
                       on frozen thumbs 
                       hitching a ride back there.
                       
                     The sidewalk moves backward
                     ice on a boot's heel--a
                     lyric plays up your nose, 

                      "I forgot something." 
                        
                      Which is all fine. 
 
                      You've been here before

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Ink Dragon

17 years 2 months ago

Hi quillsvein,

wow, this is so very imaginative, I love the imagery. Deja-vus, strange feelings of having your mind read by others... I have often had those, too. Yours, ~Nina
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themoonman

17 years 2 months ago

Quill...

this is so good, I can't imagine why it hasn't had more comments. excellent write! loved the images of sleeping ice, frozen thumbs hitching and the lyric up my nose....ahhhhchooo! been there! and didn't know it until I read this piece... loved it! Richard
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barbsdad2003

17 years 1 month ago

So carefully crafted, this ...

crafty piece. Any reader who isn't richly rewarded by its reading ought to have his/her head examined with the aid of a microscope. After all, if something's gone that wrong, the cause ought to be found. Thanx, Chuck
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Quillsvein1

17 years 1 month ago

Thank you chuck

(I think most people these days prefer melodramatic, pithy confessional poetry. That's just me though). Thank you everyone!