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After
he
woke
me
last
night
same
dream
or
was
it
?
Wait
.
Open
hallway
.
Street
of
harlots
.
Remember
.
Haroun
al
Raschid
.
I
am
almosting
it
.
That
man
led
me
,
spoke
.
I
was
not
afraid
.
The
melon
he
had
he
held
against
my
face
.
Smiled
:
creamfruit
smell
.
That
was
the
rule
,
said
.
In
.
Come
.
Red
carpet
spread
.
You
will
see
who
.
Shouldering
their
bags
they
trudged
,
the
red
Egyptians
.
His
blued
feet
out
of
turnedup
trousers
slapped
the
clammy
sand
,
a
dull
brick
muffler
strangling
his
unshaven
neck
.
With
woman
steps
she
followed
:
the
ruffian
and
his
strolling
mort
.
Spoils
slung
at
her
back
.
Loose
sand
and
shellgrit
crusted
her
bare
feet
.
About
her
windraw
face
hair
trailed
.
Behind
her
lord
,
his
helpmate
,
bing
awast
to
Romeville
.
When
night
hides
her
body
’
s
flaws
calling
under
her
brown
shawl
from
an
archway
where
dogs
have
mired
.
Her
fancyman
is
treating
two
Royal
Dublins
in
O
’
Loughlin
’
s
of
Blackpitts
.
Buss
her
,
wap
in
rogues
’
rum
lingo
,
for
,
O
,
my
dimber
wapping
dell
!
A
shefiend
’
s
whiteness
under
her
rancid
rags
.
Fumbally
’
s
lane
that
night
:
the
tanyard
smells
.
White
thy
fambles
,
red
thy
gan
And
thy
quarrons
dainty
is
.
Couch
a
hogshead
with
me
then
.
In
the
darkmans
clip
and
kiss
.
Morose
delectation
Aquinas
tunbelly
calls
this
,
frate
porcospino
.
Unfallen
Adam
rode
and
not
rutted
.
Call
away
let
him
:
thy
quarrons
dainty
is
.
Language
no
whit
worse
than
his
.
Monkwords
,
marybeads
jabber
on
their
girdles
:
roguewords
,
tough
nuggets
patter
in
their
pockets
.
Passing
now
.
A
side
eye
at
my
Hamlet
hat
.
If
I
were
suddenly
naked
here
as
I
sit
?
I
am
not
.
Across
the
sands
of
all
the
world
,
followed
by
the
sun
’
s
flaming
sword
,
to
the
west
,
trekking
to
evening
lands
.
She
trudges
,
schlepps
,
trains
,
drags
,
trascines
her
load
.
A
tide
westering
,
moondrawn
,
in
her
wake
.
Tides
,
myriadislanded
,
within
her
,
blood
not
mine
,
oinopa
ponton
,
a
winedark
sea
.
Behold
the
handmaid
of
the
moon
.
In
sleep
the
wet
sign
calls
her
hour
,
bids
her
rise
.
Bridebed
,
childbed
,
bed
of
death
,
ghostcandled
.
Omnis
caro
ad
te
veniet
.
He
comes
,
pale
vampire
,
through
storm
his
eyes
,
his
bat
sails
bloodying
the
sea
,
mouth
to
her
mouth
’
s
kiss
.
