Murat Nemet-Nejat

          straight is the malignant thought

understanding complexity, without seeing THERE


is something


distinguishing the earth’s grass, parted a part


grass singing


lingering in my ears malingering


malignant delirious wants


walking straight, to get lost.


malignant thoughts


stinging thistles in the grass


swinging


walking straight, to get lost.


distinguishing the earth’s grass, walking, parted apart


without seeing, understanding


complexity


to get lost


there’s something


grass singing


walking straight




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          Slash

In the shadow exploding river


A riveted car prick


in the bayou peeped by you


under the weeping willows on the grassy pillows


a wreck erect


(a Chrysler convertible carrying the body in the trunk)


carries the body in the body


the definition of obsession, Anthony Perkins’


body (Chrysler’s body) carrying Janet Leigh's body in itself, she was Eva Marie
Saint, before wrinkles, saving Cary Grant in the snug gloom of the lock-up-pull-down
compartment bed and joining him there in the final consummated jump-cut image of the
movie he pulling her from the abyssal vertical of Dakota badlands screeching down space
(down stream) -- grab my hand, grab it -- in air from the nose-chin-eyes of founding fathers
-- Grant a Lilliputian wandering on the face of Granite Father -- pulling her up, a shoe lost,
in this consuming, cons(tr)umpt-rive, consummating final jump-cut, into the safe wet
compartment bed --
opened up


suddenly Anthony Perkins hears a draft of wind in the air as an owl takes off, and feels
the panic of his optic soused secret murderous act, conceived as a fragmented chain of
suggestions exploding in the electron haze around the naked body in the water, looks
around as the Chrysler sinks into the bayou to disappear for- -


never, the compulsive remembering
is a desire for


forgetting


a musical rudderless shudder sinking


through


the darker hued water, murder calligrams, running flowing through the drain


train!


sophia plastic illusions of northern plains


dans le magazin j'ai vu ton cousin


causing incarnadine choo-choos


in the Dakota train oh my Eva Maria Saint


from bayou
oh, you buy me too you carry me through
into
the sea


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