Game
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Uterim

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tongues

thatball moves

across body

recession the skin points

above all contact with table, and real




Claim:

Game is suspension of langue.

Simon says he is tired of talking,

is dangerously good at foosball

and spellcasts upon the table

hard enough that the goal breaks

the little plywood left, no victory caught

until Ambrose or another carpenter comes.

He says games are good for not talking

But now that we seek other suspensions

in engines of miracle




G—

H—

O—

S—

Then loss, yours, for you must speak

without having ever spoken

Don't know the provenance of the name but

like hauntings happens but has never happened

or happens only if familiar, and then not

in contact movement worm is in words dirt

I tell you you have spoken, and you lose

words enter letters as bodies do fingers




S—O—C—I—E—T—A—

E—N—V—I—O—U—

G—O—L—I—A—T—

B—O—M—

P—O—E—S—I—

W—E—A—P—O—

U—N—W—I—T—T—I—N—

W—O—M—A—




(So we cannot mean meaning too quickly, three letters

at least, some minimum thrust is needed for lift)




Leaves us to ask if it is game if it is not test?

Luís has a fell maneuver like this a roll of the palm

across the axle and machines

red bodies in red concert somersault red unto ten

turn upon you turn to each others' hands

turn upon sound four screaming maws

of course I turn turning open to you

Y—

A—

R—

W—

Tell me now that I am not speaking

tell how no birth occurs of the world




(you cheat!)

(you could have won with yarrow)




no not even then. there is no yarrow in this

room with which to win History scours like a buzzard

in a ribbon-bow of gaffer tape

for whom We might arrest ourselves

us and the medics and the encampments

As best a situation for a rematch

as you can get Hours in which we hide

our meanings Suppose the mistake in foosball

or Ghost is the start of play, well anyways we should have

learned to juggle instead, for a well-aimed shot at life

At least when juggling it is easy and means nothing

until you fuck up and say "Oops"

It's only death that starts with the mistake

You might drop the ball, the ball begins rolling

Suppose it goes on

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