Thinking
grows as a fresh grass below concentric moons. From one grows a real cranium!
masking a face on the recipient...
Below in the
tumult small tuning fork of the customer, sprouting a scalp horseshoe...
hair a brain
wool... mouth a cork in itself, empties a downpour of bangs from a central
follicle... emptying a book of hair, hairlines for its sentences.
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Feeding on
the full ammo of summer, cloning a fistful of surprises, that hair of
concertina wire... head
head,
alternative head, mouth where the rest of the face should be... full of
questions but only decoratively, eyes tasseled with shadow...
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Many are the
heads all of one portrait... three-quarter views to profiles and accessories:
the extension of the internal into the background,
bound tight
by the tethers of contradiction... counting down to the interim... the dark
colonial hair escaping, iron bristle rasping a flint chin...
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Head tangled
in its spine. Head with stitches for railroad tracks...
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