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Issue 8A Journal of Letters and Life

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Mis en Bouteille
A. di Michelle
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he awoke to find himself in another
sophia delirium beside a sleepy lake,

his exterior form dozing in a non-stop
shimmy of curdle and accumulation:

falling stars

illuminated limbs

yggdrasil angst

luciferal grin

:upon awakening
                --realization
of the latest ten thousand dead--

felt the ripple of suddenmillion
chakras migrating into this
duet-head already full of mandala
and dragonfly myopiates

                 (nothing left of the
constellations but
lips drenched in beaujolais nouveau
          and wheat grass extract;
      thighs gaping for intrinsic
sill and stoma punch)

the scene dissolved and song-aura
  smeared its tenderloin lullabye of
amnesia and intertwine on the
  receding browridge of this
geniuscorpse of dumbfound and ache-hive.

shore and nightfall merge
           under beef magus tremblings.

the tropics now await their first frost.


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GALLERY || LETTERS || POESY || REVIEWS || SERIALS || STAGE & SCREEN
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