First is a little postcard from Berlin. Second is a poem from the weekend. Midsummer. Last is a desperate little noise, slightly nabbed from Diane Di Prima...
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Walk out together,
inside our dream
we gave one another new names
dressed together, our hair
shining cent from trees, callow
kitten, are we given
to this sunlight. Chewing
a strawberry, yes, you’re all of this
laughter to the end
let’s walk out the day our dreams
with new names given to one
the same to breeze along the air.
*
We hugged a second time
as I left from the market
my bank at the bottom
but hearing the clamour of bells
returning the bending line
I saw inside a butterfly
resting onto your eyes dear
height of summer
the year all around
*
If the word 'benefits'
still fills up your mouth
then you are still the enemy.
