Monday, August 21, 2006

Cut (2006)


You cut
on the fault.

Your eyes lash.

Fillet.

Green-raw
sected
flowerstem.

I leave pens
in hotspots
and you leave
knives.

The fish
with deep red gills
are the fresh.

For eating, not
selling.

Filler?

No sugar-
coat.


Splicer.

The film, you,
the un-
cut.

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