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Mirror-texts
after “Spiegel-Texte” by Friederike Mayröcker trans. Noah Loveless
Sleep-mirror
at nightmall juicy iris
a flame’s blue pith
tangled record
airborne
plump fugue
a saw dust, yester wing
Electricity-mirror
In the clatter pitch a conduit.
Steam at its radially burnt register.
I’m in the process of revisiting that
gust of wandering noise.
Koala-mirror
The entire forest a chain linked by piggy-backs
once one hugged my pencils
once I chirped like a tree squatter
once I glared my carpet teeth
once I spit the forest in a cup
yeah I called it milk
Dinner-mirror
The egg complains dearly.
Scorched shallots holler.
OK, run the skyway.
Let’s meet back here this time.
At this time.
Stability-mirror
Call on the horizon, plans
alternatingly
vita nova
oblongerelong
Pixel-mirror
The element here is picture. Lapsing datasea
swollen by the grid and its gesture,
the tone of the right degree and the color’s habit
caught onto a previous frame.
Death-mirror
A gap is a mouth. The senses number to five and then distribute evenly among
mediums. I saw my particles bulging in the shadow glint I knew I could rip my very own
hair out. A gap is a mouth it consumes and then signals toward parting. At the apex I
was a contortionist salivating off an aerial vine. I was in the presence of two Mes.
Particularly ungrammarable.
Carbonation-mirror
I’ll go under escaping
my own density
I’ll go to zero
Zero escapes
its own density
The zero holes itself
Out the zero
bursts juicy
writing me
My thoughts
burst juicy
writing me
The dripping juicy
writing me
Saturn orbs
rolling out
Glow release
Hollow release
Polar bubble
Trinket
Stability-mirror
I will do it like that. I will do it
like an exacting prick
and so on
Toilet-mirror
Jazz hands briNG briNG
again I’m presented withthe daily odor of recital
now to decipher the purple gut code I say
I think slowly on itReangle towards it
I am sorry to tell you these things
but there’s something of me here printed
in the sculpture in the echo in the bowl
Pixel-mirror
Synthetic pore display blooms as if bacteria.
I move toward the thorns rendering bridges.
Penis-mirror
Oblong
erelong
Deer-mirror
An impact occurred in the netted rush.
Appeared deer, appeared dead.
Then copies stamped every 200 ft:
Dear deer, dead deer, deareded.
They collapsed perfectly.
They perfectly collapsed.
They collated, perpetually.
Wabi-sabi, just a touch dead, deer
just collateral, just staged aside,
a surplus debris on clearance.
Bluelighting because bluesky.
Bluestore because bluelighting.
Death-mirror
The wind molds blue away from specter
This loom of color in an absolute discord
I’m refraining as if to double
Pixel-mirror
Plus the angle.
Plus the square.
Plus its awning.