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The fallen bird
between rue Montalambert and rue de Bac
is a girl
held back
at the edge of a precipice of looks
If water is fire
flame
dazzled
in the center of the spherical hour
a sorrel filly
A marching battalion of sparks
a real girl
among wraithlike houses and people
Presence a fountain of reality
I looked out through my own unrealities
I took her hand
together we crossed
the four quadrants the three times
floating tribes of reflections
and we returned to the day of beginning

- Octavio Paz

oh comely
i will be with you when you lose your breath
chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
with some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
that was doing her thing on your chest
but oh comely
isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
oh comely
all of your friends are all letting you blow
bristling and ugly
bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
of some pretty bright and bubbly friend
you could need to say comforting things in your ear
but oh comely
there isn't such one friend that you could find here
standing next to me
he's my only enemy
i'll crush him with everything i own

your father made fetuses
with flesh licking ladies
while you and your mother
were asleep in the trailer park
thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
the music and medicine you needed for comforting
so make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
and pluck all your silly strings
and bend all your notes for me
soft silly music is meaningful magical
the movements were beautiful
all in your ovaries
all of them milking with green fleshy flowers
while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
smelling of semen all under the garden
was all you were needing when you still believed in me

say what you want to say
hang for your hollow ways
moving your mouth to pull out all your miracle aim
for me

and i know they buried her body with others
her sister and mother and 500 families
and will she remember me 50 years later
i wished i could save her in some sort of time machine
know all your enemies
we know who our enemies are

Goldaline my dear
we will fold and freeze together
far away from here
there is sun and spring and green forever
but now we move to feel
for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
place your body here
let your skin begin to blend itself with mine

- neutral milk hotel

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