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| Whirlpools Of The Wisla We are discs backwards spinning an Ashkenazic clock rending the damask garments of night fleshly sprockets countering clockwise our threading fingers, limbs eyelash mesh mechanisms as we whirligig Hebraic propellers slicing down in a well of Kabbalist sweat and your shudder lids hove into view revolving over the sheets horizon shoulder's freckled constellations one moment then dropping away a wet gong of lips buzzes my clavicle galactic wheels shedding sparks a rapturous hour decoded only in astronomy over the whirlpools of the Wisla to every future, to when we were young curling backward into each other somewhere before dawn |
The Kinshasa Approach A vanguard nose of frontier shacks Kinshasa sniffs the boat warily until it gleans the nature of our cargo all-consuming and irresistible it begins to reel the hull in Nazirah and Ekimi the hunted harbingers slip past the river patrol We make the Surgeon's Knot and sing the almighty blues it's deep in our blood listen for it on radios of all lands you the chosen will hiccup dance inside and desire the world insatiably giving outwards everywhere temples of charity and deathless love the only antidote is absolute surrender beyond everything |