after J Dick’s ‘Cool Day…’ & A Deutch’s ‘An Eye…’
enormous square-like field of donuts beside
dope-crowded mind reflected in water
late-American printed day
see you through me say lines go on forever
intersection of copped houses . ransacked feels-
like thinking screwy beside all of it and nothing
reaching over me sacred cast off Paris devotees
want someofit
late-blue-refracted lollypops
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what is so cool is how both Amanda and my language become Georgespeak in this, where words slide one into another via hyphenations and dense combined forms. Thanks for sharing this, I liked you poem a lot. Jen
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