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Paris: Ghosts at No. 9

 

it's an empty street it's

full of figures moving

while the dream machine

ripples strips of dark

interfering with his alpha

waves the ghosts of number nine

are restless sous les pavés

 

the beach at Tangier is a turning page

windswept over-exposed the colours

bleached the chief effects

of a dirty bomb are fear and panic

increased incidence of cancer

 

interposition of curves the ghosts

are interfering with each other

salts feared and panic greater

below the agitated stones the phantoms

of the new mingle with us shaken

 

underneath the streets' whitened

vacuum a bleached beach the feared

is cupping glasses the grass of panic in

windy curves his name again empty

rotation movable bodies incidental cancer

 

the street empties

agitation mingles with the dirt

fear shaken in a glassy wind the steady

flick of light and dark disrupting

the stones Tangier is underneath

bodies incidental on the beach



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