it’s monday once again

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it’s so piano
this morning wind
and the gate
half opening into
bird song
and a broken shells’
blue speckled fragility
the words arriving
in their order
after the river
the stone circle
and the echo of
the fork in the way

beneath the oven sun
flat on my abdomen
receiving radiation
in my spine
spine
the heat beat
of the moment
mapping something
balancing edges
drawing inconclusions
and holding time

virginia aurora scott 6/6/2023

dada poetry two

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hear the stereo years psychometry chords steinway ahead ahead plastering little tune loops through the walls in time and harmonic traffic lights to tin machine from the beat crashing into gradually new impasto.  the graffitied denying and the improvising wall head denial of thatness the heart first apparatus which was strings long listed unwieldy as resonance of arrogance in an affirmation long ago. wherever i end up i am immune and aware that up in the maelstrom of this heartlessness. this current acronym would have had to have been seen spraying it’s foretasting outcome undigested game playing

chautauqua lake amphibian pulsing op 26 intermezzo dissertation 

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dada poetry

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still in a nightdress of unsleeping day dreams the you i thought you were and inhaling flesh tint. there’s only the press gutter leaving geometric impressions and a blemish on the corroding rynchosporium the bulb coming clean out of it’s socket when i thought about the head space it’s life span took up

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the click

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one hour later, still listening to the tree rustle and watching grey clouds over passing kite glide and soft rains gentle touch breeze breathing dry leaves rolling dancing over the weeds tarmac, campanula dandelion and forget me not, magpies rattle distant and near sounding repeating resonating the air sky chamber, as a pencil softs the grey lines inviting transformation from passive to active in the gaze of the last red nasturtium.

the click modern pianists 23 virginia scott/ lindy karpestra