Occasional Impressions

Gemini Twin

wife screen life

the earth pulls the moon to its belly,
mother-courage, tired old words
a weary celestial music.

your finger nails are well-manicured
but your hands red & raw;
mother’s breast is sore.

                  i

the earth pulls the moon to its belly;
why at night you can see the stars along
sunset boulevard strolling arm in arm
as though they were real.

just got out of their spaceships.

                  ii

mother-courage, tired old words,
even in the middle evening
when your skin turns opaque
and your eyes glow
you can still hear the whelp’s yelp.

                  iii

a weary celestial music
as you go into a clinch.
percussive typewriters.

                  i

your finger nails are well-manicured.
when the goal lies outside himself
he does not need to resort to the mirror,
resorts to reports.

in you the form & judgement are one.

                  ii

but your hands red & raw
either the desperate prick
of plastic injections
or a curious incomprehension
at a certain dissociation.

                  iii

mother’s breast is sore
i’m more interested in you
your old man’s a bore.
ijf

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