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Pierre Imhasly 
aya!
The old Nausicaa tramway
ominous star of Cassiopeia
above swans sylphids salamanders and newts
aya Andromeda
bast or bamboo perhaps
bending in the wind
ten thousand feet above godforsakenness In ye olde fatherland
Guapa
no trace of Manolete
in ye olde fatherland
no imperium
not for Tuaregs from Haar
ten thousand feet beneath godforsakenness And no trace of good will high spirits or even
2 for 1 grand lit fast & pleasant between cities
may Death Boredom and Saint Stupidity grant it So let them do it
to our submerged Thailand
Europe the Atlantides
So let them do it
till the trees only die
and what counts
are legs Let them work their way as they will
catatonic
and with insane ill humor
from catastrophe to cataclysm Just let it be Yet plunge into me
sundew
your fandango of sorrow
carnivorous
with tentacle tongues
deep
beneath my petrified heart
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