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Talk story

she saw him coming
down the stairs

he looked the same.

And,
the grave sat empty
in front of a crowd
of burning candles.
each one watching, melting beads of wax.
Then the beads
became pools.
then they turned in to oceans.
And,
the waves and the ridges, formed next to
islands and mountains. each one watching, melting
next to the fire.

She saw him—shadowy, sheer
evaporating, turning into Nothing
whistling down the stairs.
She felt the same.

And,
the islands and oceans, made way for volcanoes
and little fingers belonging to curious hands.
grabbed and molded the beads.

they turned them into balls, in to wax men.

She saw him by the candles.
He ate them up.

He became different.
then the beads became pools.

Then he turned into oceans.
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too political for publication. or no name.

He died by
JUDICIAL 'L
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g

HANGING’
They made him
JUDICIAL ‘L
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G
DROP’
The shortest drop
about
FOUR FEET
( that’s about one foot
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
He
needed
The longest drop
about
TEN FEET
(that’s about five feet
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
should break the neck
should snap it
in two
or three, or four parts
it doesn’t really matter
as long as the dead man
suffers the

JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or



JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
and, the dead man falls
onto the ground
w/ the neck
broken
fragmented into pieces
as long as he’s scattered
like pick-up- sticks
as long as he’s littered on the floor.


He
needed
the longest drop
about
TEN FEET
(that’s about five feet
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)

and the dead man falls. But,
they must remember
that too long a

JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’

Or

JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’

leads to decapitation

it doesn’t really matter
as long as the
dead man
suffers

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He says
she won’t reach nirvana.

She started off as a larva,
consuming,
devouring green things, sucking out the chlorophyll,

She didn’t know what she was doing.

It came naturally,
this need to be consuming.

Then, she changed into a tree
She reached and stretched and grew deep
into the earth, creating geometric shapes, with her
roots.

It came naturally
this need to break through things.

He says
I create my spirit

He whispers this,
into his napkin as he watches
her walk down
the stairs.
And he sees her reflection
in the mirror.
Tired, ready, aging
She didn’t know what she was doing.
He reached and stretched
And she pointed her toes as
She walked

Graceful, ready, youthful.

Then, she became new.
She burst into flames, scattered into stars.
He says,
she won’t reach nirvana.
She started off as a bird,
Singing, crying, waiting for the light

She knew what she was doing.

He says
Imagine me, so I can exist
Her reflection in the mirror.
He watched as it scattered into
geometric shapes, circles and spirals.

It came naturally
This need to watch her leave.

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See the poppy seeds
start wars in east
Asian countries
on little islands where
soldiers smoke numbness
through wooden pipes

The smoke funnels
like the roots of a tree, into the air
into the porous skin, into
the tropical rain clouds overhead.

They beat and fluff out nicely.

They see lucid images of
little girls in sari’s floating around a fountain
of red wine and of fingers playing on
guitars weaving through space
at a hundred miles an hour.

They are recorded by
scribes on papyrus
as they sit under the stars on a clear
night where the Junks
are out on the bay. Little lights, strung up on their masts.

See the wind, colliding with the sail.

They swallow wind.
They butcher water.

they smoke numbness
through wooden pipes in east
Asian countries where
there are Neolithic pots decorated
with cowrie shells from some place in
Africa where numbness does not live.

They float around the mud huts.
They jump ditches that protect
their cassava and peanuts.

They see lucid images of
a tumor breaking through skin
Like the head of a cauliflower,
vomiting small amounts of blood on its horizon.

They eat through skin.
They beat and fluff out nicely.

***no drama. fine******