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Cut Up Without You
long dark night
you never say
return to me
this orange bedroom
its open fire
crackling through acetylcholine
tongues like fingers
bodies arched
two spoons
smeared in oils
red and umber
the drifting leaves
the streets advertise
allegorical objects
on a wall
not imagery
for leaving me
lost with innocence
and weeping
like the hunted
who flick up
the window of
light-washed sky
against the tilted
patchwork fields
the falling landscape
written using the surrealist cut-up technique
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