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JUST BORN, A TWILIGHT OF DOORKNOBS, THREE BULBS

the dragon held a quartz crystal in its jaws
moonlight saddled my caboose till morning
the warbled inconsistent body of falling
the smoke alarms
he was glad-out and gone at noon
to lull my senses
make a living from them, run from them, play scrabble with them, something
my clothes, goddamn
sitting on him
leaning that far in
thoughts slip out of my
tongue a hammock
three bulbs
it’s all been done before
but not by me and the audience
Posted 08/13/09
Something I "channeled" using an alchemical writing technique. The technique will be performed live Sept 4th, 2009 with the New Philadelphia Poets at the Magic Gardens as part of the Philadelphia Fringe Festival.
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