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THIRD BODY PARTS - cut-up I can see him leaving in a minute – luckily the past I remember – tense up in the dream – for sometime he touched his forehead – come under forever raised – they could walk with their heads high – Originally my land was red – the only thing left standing – who is stretched out sky I AM HERE Anyone no one to resemble I am without secrets – I sacrifice marvelous yet tragic not signs of life wealth a man memory Chile – what I saw is false sense of history – goes on in my head – the round mirror I never thought of going – of a son or daughter – I am understood by him – I could have heard my voice and a paternal language – of a common noun into my legend I did kick loud – Granny – come in Granny – human the caption –she smiles – I drank it in smack German don`t find out – and not mystery mysterious – It said put wings that’s what sadness there and delay time – his body remains his forehead his eyes my father – nay horizon and stockings for little legs – original structure – frequency they fall on me my phrase is gone rivers of distance of my body – sitting in the sun – a fine film of amber – a distant pleasure our very eyes – open sesame – that land – way sesame – soil down – there are birds that dive down – there are birds that go up and opposite of chance are reflected – I understood it – get down so great is our joy at de ask me if I like – we shall use today – I climbed mountains – we are sitting on beginning push back of our - mothers source – to the point I resemble angels eyes – recognize this music our transport motor nerves which will strike no ground – suddenly the earth is immense – continues to move if need be eternally and lawlessness About the author: Fork Burke is a poet currently living and writing in Switzerland - She received her BA in Creative Writing from The New School, New York, NY. Her poems have appeared in Hoezo Lepels?, PRAXILLA, Lyre Lyre, Unshod Quills, Caucasus ArtMag and Three Rooms Press publication Maintenant, as well as Le désir Live Radio Show for Art Basel 2012 – Basel Kunstmuseum Radio 2012 – 2012 Lyrics for BLOOD by Nick Porsche. Contributing poet at The First Brussels International Underground Poetry Festival – Her book Licking Glass is a book of poems, poetic essays and other images. Licking Glass is also included in the permanent collection of Poets House Library, NY, NY. Recordings include Fork Remixed – Which was among the winners of the Australian International Song Competition. Her latest Spoken Word recording is Durch die Blumen. singing in your sleep and they fall from the sky and wash up on the shore |
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