The world's an obscure machine ... meaning the obverse of cure/ the model is the curettage .. Mona turning bakcward alongthe Russian hillside of her limbs limbing? her glance backward over the shoulder of her lover's kiss... a smooch along the butter lips of her ... body..
the unconscious is a g reat washing machine... brain washing? O silly goose a play of weasel and hamster along the den of thieves, lions,
and the smell of bodies.. obscurely limited by the absence of a lover's real hand.
So Mona does the gypsy boogie baby wrangled and obscured by the three sided lover kissing the vampire shadow...
____________________________ Mona: are you trying to trick me?
____________________Jill traitors can only see the dark fuschia leaning of their
turntable grammar,their sigh glamor ____
A madman's hammering !at the whole thunder of matter ___________________________________
Posted by C Duffy at 4/02/2012