... Angels still
"We take pleasure in contemplating the most precise images of things whose sight is painful in reality, as the forms of animals most despised and dead "(Aristotle, Poetics, 1448b10).
What I educated male violence: after me the angels were placed on the body, I stood there naked terribly, swarthy. Motionless. Happy too. All ripped from the sun. Tangier
taught me. Karl
painter with watercolors. Ninon
all curves.
the windows, the girls love transpire. At the next
numbness, I'll pack my bags. Listening to Patti Smith
.
The world is governed by travelers.
And their companions, angels still. Plexus
broken.
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