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Cluster

Text: Cluster

from Les Wicks, 07.06.09

Without the tailors & paint
we are naked.

Jelly
& gristle,
scars
untrimmed hair.
The skin is loose,
there are tattoos.................
                            sleek,
                   with freckles.

We're aroused
& languid             painfully             hot


                        flushed
                                & flaccid.



Our bones
(through the skin her fold of flesh as breast


snuggles ribcage), he's
pale. We've
seen better times & this
moment only counts one spray
of drops
(the swan in water then
            the swan on land; grace

            to wobbling, just like that)

 


Buttocks
like mangoes
like grapes in a paper bag like
chokos.... all lift like startled flocks of parrots
EVERY TIME WE STAND !
 
We've eaten
& starving.
This dessert approaches like drought.


He opens thin arms a
batwing cloak to the plum she has become.
There's celery & a mouse
with glasses nibbling alongside. A strong woman sees
her brother.... in a moment of fear,
with his mouth agape
unknowing in the glare of unforgiving
bulb light


like us all
some time teased open,


exposed as humans being a two sided gift.

                                                  

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