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No Vacancies

No Vacancies
We make do
As description and explanation merge
§ (I wish)
§ (his fragments)
§ (what are the morals)
§ (yes)

his fragments
onshore
& his intentions
without interiors
onscreen
uttering onomatopoeias
as the intoxication of final
oneliness
for the rescue
of the community
“a picture
of water in the absence
of water
held us captive”
shrieked
the victim
to the hero
:
all cell
is one
and many,
Uncle Gene,
I
will be
the arbiter
of chance and choice,
and no
one is a match
to my artifices,
says Art Face.
“do not be
too minimal
in this flux
of events,” says
Uncle Gene,
“lull as loss as
only I
see the sea
& oomph oozing
out of me”

AuthorRicardo Domeneck
2018-08-21T17:22:48+00:00 July 1st, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 84|0 Comments