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hereways, the island’s by-ways
hereways, the island’s by-ways
Phu Quoc, vietnam
are cut at the skirting edge of
land and sea.
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it’s sandful, this land
but the sea is custard-grey +
perilous, curt and cut waves
and i arrive to the edges of
ends
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that which is tucked + pulled
reveal old maps + glory-dead
identities which are connected to
the arbor of goddess, a nebulous
and white-hot anchor, an electric pulse
pull it up by its roots, it will
sing and
heal the whole garden
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i kiss a local man
but his tongue darts at me like
slippery-black fish, in a sea
a sort of lazy disgust comes over me
too much, that reminds me of my ex
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i feel like I’m in limbo, here
limbs and lame
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though my old injury is mostly healed,
i capitulate safely
eat clean food i feel numb
and even riding my motorbike is lacking
in joy.
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shelley whom i miss writes down below
neglected selves vy for knowing
attention, saying this is not enough
for you,
i wish i had a real mountain man,
like morgan, or sara or kim,
to weather the storms with
who did not demand of me anything
excepting honesty and alignment
loyalty to my very own soul
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the quiet god within
comes alive, quietly.
a sheila-na-gig for eyes,
a fishful mouth and belly,
above-the-ground
It is raining and i am alive
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i stay with the quiet god
Instead
a black toad, a bearded thing
that turns into a man
under the moon
and makes love to me
in the rain
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within that field, too, is self-forgiveness
and the natural hues of natural emotions,
and a flesh-alive magic that connects me
to the very ground of my being
that says, this too, is good.
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let it fall apart,
like an old tapestry whose
wefted threads are going back-to-ground
let it fall,
like an old painting that is a mirror
underneath,
wreathed by stars on a crown
a winter-january wonder
the quiet god within
comes alive, quietly.