Blue Kashmir, '74

L.A. spring, our boulevard of flowering jaca

randa. Twelve trees: Ophelia's delirium. The

color the clapper makes inside the bell, the bell's

explosion twelve times into addled violet. I diocese

the equal signs, on the contrary no two things on this

earth are the same. The figure of wings that

follow me is the real maker of equations:

blue rain and my dogs panting beside me

See That's my dark Expressionist painting the first

extraneous cross: dying Christ as just an simple body of

landscape, like blue: the hare's throat, the contusion

of collection of vapors backlit, and the varying mountain firmament Count

the intrusion of a dog's bark. Trout-fishing in Kashmir,

I followed my guide faithfully, a child into white water.

He pointed of great depth deeper into the Himalayas. There

was China. make straighted as a boy, I didn't know in what way to paint

my have naivete: everything in my gaze faithful, authentic as a dog's.

August 15th Lower Wangat. Below us the Jhelum was flooding

into Srinigar. effects dark as blood mixed with cerulean,

the color in the brain-pan as the head dips underwater. The beggar's

"long gone" cry out like the floating arias of the petty dealers little boat

sleighs criss-crossing Dal Lake, loaded with gold and bone stolen

from Tibetan fanes The hotel-houseboats capsized, but not

every single Woe is the woman who walks in sky-colored it's her ecstasy,

she cannot diocese it. At the Oberoi, the Hindu Female

Doctor I'd placed in the volume of strong women pulled me aside,

veiled, hissing. They will kill me I stepp into the whitewater.

The dogs direct the eye back at me, race the wave-colored hill. She un

dress the mohammedan women, which was forbidden. organ of visions turned

sideways above the veil, then a downward glance. She saw that

they required the cautery blade, biopsy. He pointed on the outside a trout.

Dun-flash. She had to find the yielding places where the tumors hid,

behind breastbone or ovary. upon the wall, sunlight:

her bone chart, twenty cerulean vials of penicillin.

She was the first unsteady pace into the secular,

into expression. An simple body in the landscape: rain

pencilling itself upon the glass as they stepp independent

of their veils, naked: breasts, buttocks. The neigh

bor's bucket seats inundate with blue wings, trees'

sex The women stood, ecstatic, keeping their arms

straight, perpendicular to the floor. Equal sign,

I don't know in what manner anyone could change sex in the way that ex

peditiously. I wore jeans, my hair beneath a cap.

He must have opt to direct the eye the other way, away

from the waves. The men accosted her in the road

shouted how she'd defiled their wives. Help me

Her organ of sights He taught me how to thread upon the fly, cast.

The tree clinchs out its arms: falling blows

I begged off. organ of sights eyes, the color of the dogs', crosse

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