The Seals of Antarctica

wonderful, and how
sometimes it can be so
uncaring and happy
this
music,

my friends're all enemies
and no one understands why
it never bothers me
I don't let blood
come
only with my love
I do

the Seals of Antarctica
are banging each others
blubber to blubber
fo'
     blubber

what friends with their
thick skins, sleek skins
to axe my hands,
di'nt think
even all know that
my love I'll never
can touch,
to save me my eyes

it smells cold and sour,
the Seals of Antarctica,
are humming a melody,
are panting a symphony,
they turn away from me
I close
and the movement
of ice breaking
rushes
the gloves on the hands
of this big boy,
this big baby cryer,
with pink filmy holes
from where water is rushing,
he sees
world rushing by him,

the Seals of Antarctica
are writhing in agony
the birth of the salt
on the wounds
of expectancy
wonderful music
if you crave the torture
I said that I wouldn't

* * *

She aahhed
(Age gad),
she has, no had: a walnut,
and she sat under a brush,
sagebrush, and with out
interrupting any one or
a dog, or even a junkie pigeon you,
she, aromatic in cast iron
paved by the Irish and Blacks
city, cracked it
with her fist.

A stroller crashed into
the glass, sending chills
up, even my, spines
an ambulance with a
speech impediment
came too early
and pigeons went to sleep,
someone sang
"auw auw merkbar Richtstätte"
for two hours
and she sat-slept ,
for years she held a tight fist,
The Wind can Make or Break you
"Sheed me , I am shamished",
a grown up scarred head -
a fortune of wind,
look at the fist.
Open! little white fingers,
the mirror showed
not only scars,
black tar rot.
     looked like burnt brains.
          and tasted too.

          root tar tar rot

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