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Cut the sun by razor-blade

Posted to Action Poetry

And release the yoke
Of years and weeks
Over my naked body
Stampeded over
By a herd of elephants
These connections
Glass hair
White socks
A strained note
From my throat
Gurgling blood
The symphonie
Of boars
Of hours
When I lay with my tongue
Playing church organ
Between my teeth
A strand of hay
Proceeding from my mouth
To pierce the sky
Without form
I am laying here
With my loins and legs
Stretched out
Like umbrellas
Over this misty beach