In the Bin of Ideas I am Marked by the Face

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.

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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

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If the word 'benefits'

still fills up your mouth

then you are still the enemy.