Monday, March 12, 2012

Noh Goliath Noh Godiva

To tango. Underneath me. Hipswitch your mania. Gank the fiesta. To arise and go. Two isn’t free. Your mybody elevated. Or corrected. In handblown strands of air, a lake an island. A 24 hour film of us. We spent the weekend watching. Every cue had us quit acting and set down the night. Next to us. Then between us. Memorybuilt darkness. You, me, and the colloid of time. Obligatory poses of Noh-bodies. Some chatter, some music. Some whatever and some more. The feeling is with. Cave memories. A storm. My lumberjack jacket. Your ring.

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