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INVITATION TO AUREALISM
for Linda Larson
rollercoaster flower your lap
count backwards from 1 to reach you
extracting truth-cereb from chopped-up theater curtains
Ah my doms my virgin butchershops
Runaways show my photo to their heart
she drank the poisoned windshield of sleep
she rolled on the ocean's tracing-paper a continent spit dancers
even her shoulders are petty crimes
Because of this the eternity in my left wrist
is no longer the same as the instant - AU - in my right
storm through pollen-consciousness
blue trisms life-seeking yawns
prism-breathing sun's diving-mask ALL YOUR GOLD Au moment
breaks rivulets from our love, waves them                               
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The air-raid statues are dolphined in motorcycle-drool
to save your life
I perform mouth-to-mouth arms upon you
Blind roots memorize by touch all our faces
Seas surround us and murmur our pores
to save it,
save your asshole's tousle!
Aurealism! Linda!
Those medals-of-honor have tarnished our stars
But remember the world has no experience at being us
We have no proof shod in fetuses dew of rock-groups
No deadmen to unscrew from the light-sockets
This cornerstone instant
We lip-read the volcanoes from the distance of my headlong