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Hotel
Tape Water
the
tape
runs
out of
the
slots
designed to
hold water
a
rapid worm
steaming at the balding lights
a
sound terrifying
from television particles
a lamp sight
set on hearing
the bleeding
noise
hungry sound
between
moans --
Our fellow apes
curling banana skins & wiping their
brow-heat bleating silver sweat
degrees
that flame ---
accidental water handles
fires over roofs
mouths holy and on fire
I can see
the molten leaves
golden flat
noses gilded on shining wide faces
studied and deliberate ignorance of
the
sun
hair
clots
basement refrigeration of
bridal gowns
ink-hair netted and
drummed out of a widening yelling voice
----
ornamental
hoses
horses
fondled by the tipping velvet night
water
hearse
floating
drifting along
on the
wide river
motion
her-self
carried by
the quiet
under the
armored bridges
along
corridors
that snake and
loop
her-vision
visible and softly tangible
as street lamps evaporate
gunpowder
thunder
eyes
invisibility in the dank
heat
of summer
night
silence
polygraph
silence
silver running
recording tape
winding at bright eyes
the sink and
the unvarnished
lightbulb
white bleached silence
an eye in a toothblade
hotel silhouette
---
tape tavern
quiet dark heat
silent
strong thrombotic thrombing
throb
hole
a missionary position
crucible
eyehole
key tears
precision
insight
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Max
Wolf Valerio
Draft
one - March 31, 2004 -- 12:54 am
Final
Sept. 10 - 2005
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