August 3 /3:15/lc

His family brought the 'tar' with them from Tehran.  Shape: a woman or butterfly. Playing her heart not her head.

Today the boy crouching by the bus stop, a bikeless wheel.  A rat running under the orange berries.

She says: "He's moved the elections to September. He'll never leave."

I am down by the Vltava when the wind comes up eerily violent : A woman and I back into it. Tornado I yell. Jesus Mary Joseph she yells, spitting dust from the construction site.  The raven nests twist in the high branches, hold.

Meet K in Moravia: There's a skull there, Upper Paleolithic: a prime example of artificial injury. All the flesh carefully scraped away. Flesh subject to obedience. Buried with a man carved in ivory.

We know who he is: "Will you go back for the elections?"  "Of course, they were Dutch. Humiliated after Srebenica."  

He played for over an hour. Why not? Fuck the guests. It's his birthday and he has been without her for so long.        

Look at your shoes: leaking blood.

Sun wheeling across the sky. On the horn: the red boy with his quirky little murders. Bursts of wind.
Through the wall the baby two floors below crying.  

Obedience of the corpse: such a long horrible word in German. Obedience of the nest: male and female, stick by stick.

In every blood there is a complement = that which acts against poisons.