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You know the effect of halls cough drops on my chest,
Cold, refreshing, and acrid.
This is how I feel about you.
If you forget me
And forget the hollows
Of my birds,
Don't look for me
Let the oceans burn your emptiness
And your ankle and the air.
Let it be in the middle of October,
The middle of my fragility and yours.
She had the morning long songs
And the English happy odes on August.
She almost died young by the sea.
Yet the death was kept in wilderness
Where summer rises and autumn fades
In orb of fears.
O dearest summer of morrow!
Quench the gloomy fire inside me
May you live longer and crown
The throne of life.
Fly, fly, fly
Half seen, half naked in Eden
Use your artless language,
Your sea breeze, your childhood gifts
Dope me, wall me
I am no longer dead.
It was my 55th birthday
And tomorrow is my 69th
No doubt I bring but purity
As a weak nosegay
Writing my history on a blank page
And gazing into the evenings
Like old face of Austin and books.
O bless my celestial sunny hours
Till their minds remember this divine birth.
She was in Tangiers
When I heard about her
The first time
Wandering the streets
And the nightclubs.
From a bar to bar
Talking to old drunk
Moroccan guys about
How miserable Joan Vollmer's life
Was, with Burroughs.
I told them if you see her
Say hello
And imagined her
Snorting a line of coke
With no care for the hello.
She was that kind of person
Who puke in the corner
Out the bar,
And curse the dealer for
The ****** marijuana
He sold her.
She'd be like :
**** the beats and Tangier
And Abdelatif's ****.
but people love her;
they say.
And enjoy her none sense talking on
the metamorphosed typewriters
And William lee's addiction to majoun.
Her bliss was to drink herself into oblivion
And when she's sober
she'd invite Elmrabet
for a naked lunch
in El muniria
to tell him about the bellydancers
she saw.
I saw you once, a long time ago
and felt as we met in our lives elsewhere.
I tried to sing but I stuttered
And could noway pronounce the word liberta
As you like people to pronounce it.

I killed all the airs then and sank
In the sounding of your voice.
I was frightened to explore you,
As well as the thousand little nerves
inside my heart.

You were walking on my stanzas
Soundless just as your plastic bags of tobacco
And i was pretending triteness
Telling you about how picasso met Fernand olivier

We were pure as a soft morning breeze
Floating around.
You and I where we came from?
Are we from the murmuring of the mid-sea swell?
Or the wall where scarlet windows burn?

Or hope or calm
Or wisdom of the East!!
My gender is pink
My gender is blue
My gender is a cravat,
A black cravat
adorned with colourful unicorns.
My gender is a mascara
My gender is black nails
My gender is rupaul's drag race
My gender is a long day at the gym
My gender is hairy legs
And a hammy voice.
My gender is
a girl identifying herself
as a ******* *******
a d*ck
at the middle of night.
Who I am to light a candle
at the middle of night?
And who you are to blow it out?

I said dance before the evenings grieve,
Dance to the autumn
Dance to yesterday
And begin in me.
Remember me
Remember the light inside me,

And Escape
From quiteness,
From the silence of holy books
From any speechless cleric
Who never tasted the wine of love.
Believe in our sublime beauty
And the flowers blooming in the vase.

Glory, glory, glory
Until the sun rises in the west
And sets in the east,
Until the seas go dry
And Yusuf loses his beauty.
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