Voiceless tongues

~celebrating Pauline Masurel's Blue Hyacinth texts~
http://vispo.com/StirFryTexts/bluehyacinth3.html

The Blue Hyacinth thinning through mice hands
simulated
looming minions moving over carrion briefly augmenting
gouged repetition in the limpid eye with a fork in the
road.
-Why can't I see you tonight, the woman beneath thick

warm sheets of glass asks. -Why can't I move my lips?
A woman my age or the highway greets you to an

unstable text. We speak blue ice cream meaty in tongue
numbering millions, a hit spot of road known lowering
voiceless tablets into alka-seltzer spyware. -Who

can tell me the way to some placid spotting
when I'm bent over the beltway, fingers laced in
fingers' lateness, and you shelf levitation on a round
of business, stabbing war in the ribcage with a
cigarette?

7:29 AM 11/26/02

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