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I am singing  poetry of many voices/ Wilders , ” Our Town”/ ee cumming’s pretty how town/  Angelou and my very own coney island of the mind.

How is it that Language can be spoken here? Where it has been broken.

Did you hear me?   The sign on the door says, ” Language Broken Here”

Imperialism of the mind/ Colonization of the body

Tounges split

and twice removed

stand close to the

cellar door

and listen to the sounds of gurgles

AAAAAAAA

WWhhh WWhhhhhhhhhhh

Breathing

Breathing

Breath

Oh Breath Maker !

come life !

become votive candles

flickering in reflection

calling out.

See.

I stand here  stripped bare

singing poetry

before

you.

——————————————– dc 2011

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