Oh no, she’s a Gasper (mouth hung Open she’s seen a Ghost)
très noir still breathing in spiritus
vessel be filled un réceptacle (un récepteur?)
passive but lucid but passive
how frightening! c’mon, baby, have no fear
cause Baby, the Ghost is near and it’ll getcha getcha getcha
one way or the other, get got hot possession, posturing revelation
strummed like a fiddle and played like the Magician you know you are not
idle but passive, passed over no blood on your frame
fat on your lips Death, come quick I have flowers for You, my Cups are stacked in 7’s and 8’s there’s a motion, it’s leaving time wilting staticky
inside the car hot foggy bent over neck craned or laid out before
on the table un cadavre exquis life brought to
mouth to
in the beginning the Verb breathe resuscitated vivant respire
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