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ripped apart like a daisy oracle
huddled in the empty arms of your real estate 
i turn you over in my mind as on a spit

blistering like a ruby                                      at night
set in solitaire                                                 i picture my body 
                                                                       pocked with assay marks
your must seeping out                      tit and tat for an important
from your wallet                              cameo: still life 
                                                         of the will
i wade into the shadow                    i—
you’ve left on the wall                    and you wrench my mind
                                                        to pleasing 
draped in your                  redundancies 
phantom limbs                 of dandelion promises
                       have me installed on the lawn 
                       surrounded by prolapsed flowers
       and the homeless
       throwing pennies in the water

in another life
i’d have locked you away 
but even in that life

i hold my eye to the keyhole 
and sigh and

how quickly you’ve become a stranger

[ripped apart like a daisy oracle] by Jacob Bromberg

If you enjoyed this poem, why not readEternity” by Georges Perec, translated by Jacob Bromberg and published in issue no. 231, Winter 2019? (thank you Paris Review)

Happy Sunday.

David Bowie feat. John Frusciante – Bring Me The Disco King

You promised me the ending would be clear
You’d let me know when the time was now
Don’t let me know when you’re opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappear

Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn’t worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written on

Don’t let me know we’re invisible
Don’t let me know we’re invisibleHot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me down river of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the streets with the good time girls

Don’t let me know we’re invisible
Don’t let me know we’re invisible
We could dance, dance, dance through’ the fire
Dance, dance, dance through’ the fire

Feed me no lies
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Breathe through the years
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king

Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the ’70s
Smelling of love through the moist winds
Don’t let me know when you’re opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there’ll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to release

Dance, dance, dance through’ the fire
Dance, dance, dance through’ the fire
Feed me no lies
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Breathe through the years
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king

A song with special meaning for an old man who also killed time in the seventies.