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                                                                                                a siren
                                                scratched
                                                   in lipstick

ears                                                                  pierced,
            mirror, sidewalk cracked.

                                                                       not you bowl cut dame.
“kann ich helfen?”

                                                            liquid
                                    and                        sheets
                                        the                          deluge
                                            stream being washed
                                                            away,
                                    through    steel    bars,
                                    a          shower     scene.

                                    taxi stopped (she needs a ride)

                                    pay phone, by the bibliothek
                                            (911, no not 911)

                                             “sprichst du deutsch?”
                                                                                 “nein, nein, nein.”

                                    head turns
                                    stone walls, trees,
                                    night and a red crumb trail.

Fall 2001

ruining of clothes
a tearing of threads
on crooked nails
mangled, protruding
from the molding of
a 50’s doorway

its broken hands and
catfish frying and
the barking of dogs
an airplane spewing
streams overhead that
ends the silence of
the musical notes
resounding on dust

the illusion that
can’t bear acrostic
references to
removed ex girlfriends,
will always recall
vis-a-vis a stuffed
mesozic mind
the hauntings of life

around 2003