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neither in nor
out, coitus, compulsion,
mass of innumerable things
to which the phallus Dei
is incarnation, limp,
the rose of mystics,
wrinkled umbilicus,
its thread under
scissors and knives,
numbers of tidy pleats,
cotton bandages,
the uninspected throat,
unreckoning the ticks of wrists
― do you feel the infra-nerves
constriction of your residues
and overplus of blood?

― Und dann? Auf einen Schlag,
dort in der Zukunft?
Dort liegen die leeren Meere,
die Steine liegen blank
und doch sind sie so abstrakt,
klar: wie einfach alles ist,
wie weiß! Dir sei verziehen.
Die Wahrheit hilft dir nicht.



in Maintenant, a journal of contemporary dada writing & art,
March 20, 2009 Dada Poetry Salon, Cornelia Street Cafe, New York City



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