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Cut Sleeve 9,999 rooms..........10,000 lacquered doors open sesame..........Morse-faring entry to rosewood dittany chamber she clutches a burning spliff between 2 slender fingers shaking hashish coil of razor wire fugue smoke settle under yellow sodium light bath rising wet no more to truss together her phyllia(l) dowry of inauspicious jade + jaundiced gold loses its lustrous striations at the cauterized moment when the Party shit-cultivators try to fertilize modernity by one-lour martializing what they see as the clangour shame of the peach nugget proffered from categorical Pleasure weed growing renegade half-eaten peaches out the sprawling sleeve cut wide before the change of enumerator who leers at sweat-soiled silk dress where she conceals an opium pipe half-emptied they frown at the carved wood still warmed with the Union Jack's castaway trickles spewed from the yawn's length of some pallid penis.....palliative poker plays circa 69..........head over feet staged semen under ginger bloom they laugh at the crooked curtain falling over musty stage where light reflector stood entranced all those times she stroked him closer over the distance by stoking protective pugilist memory beating pride gently past oblivious eyes that dared not gaze over the misty moon where ......................... Emperor Ai was sleeping with Dong Xian, stretched out across his sleeve. When the emperor wanted to get up, Dong Xian was still asleep. Because he did not want to disturb him, the emperor cut his own sleeve and got up. His love and thoughtfulness went this far! countenance calm she claws him with her requital-ons as he pours paraffin over her head they mouth off about tongsinglian bent bastard..........sullied sodomite cess-drooling reprobate for an instant she manages: Remember resite toward her rueful lover missing a single sleeve they lie listless the red chamber cocksure of love where the conduit to carnal judgement is blocked by their shared flame-archor reverie blaming no one they target the feckless ruse called nugatory normalcy. Double-Take yellow earth scorched red red sorghum rusted with blood blood of thin white hare shot shot by sake-gunners retching retching over bleeding flesh flesh of young slave girl's .....friend friend who gnawed her pants pants ravished with toothmarks toothmarks like her own on on soldier's bootless foot kicks kicks her on to wooden board board called plank of comfort .....woman woman as cum-vessel for rice rice extra-salted with tears tears after those double "U"s "U"sually "U"niformed maraud maraud her mother and sister sister watches the firefly's light .....eclipsed eclipsed by a cloud of grenades grenades air-popping a kernel kernel of life they called whore whore-before-woman beside hare hare only knew 'til now that this this was a woman-before-whore whored by war. ..... Come See Come Saw: .....Tianshi ...............you see the steam of a sidewalk grating ...............standing like a gliding colugo lemur ...............faltering on the ground .................... you repeated a single word Tiancai ............... ..........& i watched surreptitiously ............... ..........breeding an approximation of love ............... ..........like a skinning knife ........................ . lingering on the edges of apposed face ......................... stippled by nosecone bruises & rage-lines ......................... ...............like drawstrings your hairline receding ......................... ...............from a birthmark over your scalp ................................... .....looked like a russet moth in the morning ......................... ...............helicopter rotor blades at night ......................... ....................i felt the pitch and speed ......................... ....................of your whirring blades .............................................wishing you could turn .............................................& bank close to me .............................................though i was frightened .............................................of those who called you Crazy Gook .............................................& the others who called you old mooi-jai ............... like the white-haired woman of Shangyang Palace ............... writing encysted poetry about her larval body ............... wet with tears every other night ............... when eyes are closed & her anguish is ............... indistinguishable from their ecstasy .................... ... ..there was something adenoidal about .................... ..........the sounds she made after battle victory ..................... ...celebrated with a series of hongzhu .................... .... carved to the same height ..................... .. .as the hood of her pelvis ..................... ....crushed eggs of light that told him .................... . ....the sachet had now been fully open .................... ......................... ..........embowering pieces of red sloe ................. ........she breathed smoothly again when ......................... her eyes locked on the Tai Yang .................... .....tired of seeing another shanshui hua ....................... ..whose corries never reflected .................... .....the locked room ......................... ..........where they called her fanchang ................................. ..after 500 full moons had past-painted ......................... ...... her hair hung down long .............................. ..white as lone china .................... ...she cuts the back of her knees .................... ......with chrysoberyl shards ...................................sinking down on jade-handled mirror ...................................where the squawk-bleat of cats in heat ...................................shook the glass while she watched ...................................her blood mix in their urine like huang-ink ...................................that contains ideograms she never imagined ...................................until they began calling her shichang ......................... ....................you walked to me as i waited for the bus ......................... ....................still saying nothing except Tiancai ......................... ....................but then i thought i caught another ......................... ....................word from you yichang ......................... .............. ......purling around the corner ......................... ................. ...armless with ailerons | ||||
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