Tuche & Automaton

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Open Wide

in my boy black a.m. underwater,
tying moved hands to
stuck heart.

Through the veins
he spits a soft window to my arm.

Tonight I am the mouth

I eat the away. of his straight painted beak
I break the canned tongue,
I am a mean swimming

the song I devour was before

in his hands
a pin swatch
the moon car--
once walls cliffs
and fingers.


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