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Port Lights Shadows & Particles
have sobered up from summer puberty & moonlit smells-now everything is politics & fastfood escapism-up on stilts we made that first quiet house from cardboard out over the reeds & water "blue light born of darkness"-the night the salvage crew broke down the old derrick in port arthur, texas "like a violin in a mercury jar" saint petroleum will guide thee & protect thee always in private life though sometimes one is too controlled & hypersensitive remembering to quote our favourite oriental philosopher at each opportunity thinking a chair uncomfortable with itself all the blood you left behind in rooming houses seems forgiven now & you are more beautiful & lucid without it-in venezuela rain filled the shoes left on the windowsill a bleached-out calendar year records that we are long past our time & have been all along-waiting for the news to arrive by any other ship than this one anchored beneath the skyway of neon babylons as musical faces in porthole windows look back singingly forlorn where twin shafts of sunlight illuminate a room |