Wireless
Psychopomps
Meandering
Through the visible
Mist

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I remember you,
free of walls and doors,
locked gates and security guards,
wardens and cell mates,
a "room for visitors",

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Perhaps Gottlieb's body had never been found and is awaiting one of those nostalgic youngsters who join an annual search for the remains that, if found, are reburied with Soviet-era pomp, usually without a name, because only the lucky few are found with their papers, still legible, on them.

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“There was a boombox and dancing and guns going off. It got real crazy. I must have blacked out. Next thing I know, it’s the cold light of dawn, and I’m waking up woozy and almost naked and freezing, and Todd is beside me, naked too and passed out.”

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Let her house be a bushel of things
growing, fingers reaching, crying
their way from out of the soil
laughing makes way to sky

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“My kids aint gonna be looking at traitor shit out the kitchen window everyday for eight years.” Her voice was hoarse but tough. “Flip your flag back around right, or we’ll find a way to make you, Lithuanian.”

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The reason for this circumstance is not so mystifying once we are prepared to acknowledge that the apprehension of death, and the necessity to mitigate that apprehension, always has and always will prompt and shape virtually every human activity.

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digging down seven years
to my triple bypass
the bloody remnants
of that trip under lights

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In time I might forget myself
In course of vivid currents.
My bastard inclination
To wrestle with the ocean.

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I may never know 
what this is
but I bow

and keep the door open

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The news is presented grosso modo, but the pleasure and humor in the work is in the poetry more than the facts and in how Beau Blue’s specific word choices play on how one had perceived the events.

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The author of these words is speaking about themselves, a biological female. There is no mention in Je Nathanaël of a strap-on or the like, and to my understanding none is implied. The author is referring to something that is real, but not, literally speaking, physical: something which we’ll call the psychospiritual cock.

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