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Aug 2015
subterranean churning earthworm squirming boil-stirring ear-whirring storm burning up from the tar pit,
stomach bile buried in a sealed jar under the cockpit,
spitting neurotoxins into the fountain
conjuring black magik,
pull the barbed wire reigns tight against the lips,
committed to resist
word ***** and rambling lists,
unproductive backwards shift of hips lifting a cargo ship,
unpack the steel cages in fits,
and spurts,
letting the seven headed dragon
sit with the lamb,
clamoring hands
grasp for closure tying double-dutch knots
into lovers' hosiery,
hit the nail on the back of the head and it will cough up
the mystery of adjoining heavy things,
slip into an old dress to learn how it no longer fits your wings,
skinny dip into your heart's dark potion sifting
out ingredients made unnecessary,
drift into the eye of hurricaning dreams and stare blindly
into the epicenter,
unravel skin curdling things
to disassemble and recenter.
Joanna Oz
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Joanna Oz
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