A Barrage Against The Specific

Sweet Lamia! I am the coffee
in your father's bladder, I
am the coffee amoeba crouton ladder
which is made of skin chairs
collecting typewriters
made of coral apostropheces,
too many lame lamias
laying in my bed
of wine-sodden
boy-toy, say
vortex in oceanic shadow.

Marguerite Duras.
Marguerite Duras.

Think of a cosmic being
with a sun
for a heart.

Think of a cosmic being
with a sun
for a brain
and two suns
for eyes

like RAY MILLAND.

golden pupils
we must be, says Yoda.

Not a misanthrope.
Not anything in words.

Wound.
Wound up being,
Untranslatable.

primordia
is now.