After "Warders" by SF , "Articulation of Shadows" by JD and Bob Dylan QUINTAN revamped version 2 by Amanda Deutch

I edited my original response (see October 30 post of same name) and wanted to share it.

QUINTAN 1 (ague or fever)

with her fog amphetamines wind no body
to guess crackle ruby in arms of memories how many
must we cross until we
can take off hour clothes undress the aches and
not be
just be
afraid
at blind blood oranges lit corners stung skeletons and her. she tastes just like glass lovers crimson hours jumbled discomfort and homicidal eyes reminder of that just so way. here you breathe.
wake to hear you breath. You once were breathe. subtle science of stop or keep on. skip on skeleton
I throat to recollect your honey illuminate serpents so ill asleep almost homicidal
even if green eyes. finally
she sees just like a woman queen of spades
shovels
like all floating worlds, she is just
fruit lines and greening maps

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D: From emptiness, to emptiness.
SL: Oh, Daddy-O, please.
D: What, “What the thunder said”?
SL: No, not nothing.
D: “Amor vincit omnia”?
SL: Idealize.
D: Or not.
SL: An exit dilemma.
D: Heart’s “rag and bone shop”?
SL: Yes (finally … ).

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after 'preprogrammed' by george vance

e lonely c
by Rufo Q

hand
picked
satsumas

unripe:
nèfle
ecorché

soft 10
(enjoying
usufruit)

After "Articulation of Shadows" by JD, "Warders" by SF and naturally more stolen Dylan

NOT SO FAKE
by Amanda Deutch

every so often a serpent suddenly throats upon me and I want
to be nearer to the substance of you walking
bodies disassembled and together
unpartitioned

After "Warders" by SF, "After-Warder" by JD , "Articulation of Shadow" by JD with a little Bob Dylan thrown in for good measure

QUINTAN (ague or fever)
by Amanda Deutch

with her fog amphetamines wind nobody has to guess cracked ruby in
arms of her memories how many memories must we cross until
we can take off hour clothes undress the aches and be not afraid to
look at blind blood oranges, lit corners, stung skeletons and her
she tastes just like glass lovers crimson hours jumbled discomfort
and homicidal eyes reminder of that way... just so. wake to hear you
breath. You once were waking for me to hear you breathe. subtle
science of stop or keep on. I throat to recollect your honey illuminate
serpents so ill asleep almost homicidal even green eyes. finally she
sees just like a woman queen of spades like all floating worlds,
she is--fruit lines and greening maps

After "Stainless Sunset with Interesting Water Loop" by Michelle Noteboom # 2

DECONSTRUCTION
for DL
by Amanda Deutch

eating buildings dismantling cities she is
carrying mouthfuls of bromides boneliest
swallows shadows and regurgitates bricks
(you can’t tell what’s going up and what’s coming down)
try clipping through dim urban spaces and
speaking try tongues
touching images
(No one’s touching anymore anyway)
live elements or lime skins
why it makes you dismantle the self you might
have been once
in the slag heap and guts

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