magicians

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silence

then
a hoarse whisper
a tourist waiting
for a scar

a tourist
flesh and bone

scattering the dark smell
of where scars are born


silence



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the sun is trembling
on this
a circus afternoon
a giraffe is laughing
and magicians
will be appearing
soon
they will jingle and curse
and dance around
the breasts of nuns
heaving in rousing
glory

along the waterfront
i smell spices and rope

you tell me about days
you insist
nothing happened
but your
memory is twisted and
depraved
even the giraffe is
laughing no more
it's the halleluya song
and loins
in holy rapture
is this
where i went wrong?
i saw the nuns
i saw them naked
and the sun
was trembling


magicians' blood

they just wanted to be naked
the dolls
and what is anatomically
correct anyway
dolls lying in the street bleeding
the street
bleeding dolls
you want to taste the dolls
bleeding in the street
tasting magicians' blood
at the carwash
after the dolls
escaped their cages
the dolls
seeping into the
streets
reaching for the stains
in anatomically correct
magicians