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Secret MoonFish swimming east and light,west and dark. Moon on the fast track, touch black, no backs moon wearing greasepaint, moon eating fat back. Rosetta moon, hieroglyph of shine, simmer in the half here, gone again, world slung into reverse. A hearse for the old, rehearsal for the new. Upside down moon, the heartfelt swoon, all of us fluent in spoken moon, tunes drowning lunar croaking, frog lit, by night. Hide the luminous, served on a half shell, avec un soupcon of green cheese, man in the rabbit in the No telling now, no telling. you'll never find me, Olly oxen moon, you be it. |
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Issue #22/23, October, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.