View from the 20th floor Okayama Japan Simon McLean

will
you

wash me

wash
me

yes you will
wash me
in you

will you
weep

wash me in me
me into me

stars
not infinite

rusted
hospital window
covered
in
clay

come with
me baby
wash

wash
all this
wash me

witness
window's
reflections
of reptiles
tying
themselves
around our
bloodied
bodies

baby
i cried

baby i cried
all
night

languor
for last

languorous
for last train

train
to come

ô hear
whistle wail

here
in
hospital

they
hose
you
down

until
you can go
no further

no

no
further

burn
off this
blood

darling

dying
so long ago

some street sydney

crime
squad hurling me
in harbor

if i remember
exactly 1977
month

i'm barely living
now

no
now no

wash me

wash me
with your white
scarf

wash me white

black as lumumba
in blood's
rainbow

settling
over skin

night
enters
night

so
early

wash me
darling

i'm dead
wash
me

clean as cabral

after they
shot sage

behind bushes
bleeding

prefer that
to drowning

wooloomooloo 1977
exactly october date

great revolution
turning

over
& over again
in water

i couldn't swim
sweetheart

detective sergeant
standing
there with them

uniformed
keepers

of peace
i have
never known
in this life

or one
coming

they leaving

me battered
doll on shore's
edge then

i knew
i was so
beautiful

condemned to
carnage

this
or that
country

until
i got married
in 18th arrondiement

for few hours
with rapunzel's beautiful
& understanding
sister

belarusiian
pole parisian
from her feet
to her chausson
pomme (h)anna(h)

caught
cord
between

fingers typing
in nine languages
& silence

her master
in everyone

& in refinery
explaining to normaliens
what
water
is

what
water
is

wash me
wash

watched
me
wash

wash me
wash
me

until
i
am
black

as i
was born
darling

darling
i died
long ago
with ancients
working our numbers
in prague perhaps
with rebbe loew

who

who

who

who
taught me
so tactfully
numbers
& numbers

no

how
he helped
who

who

who

who
i
was
doll
on shore
of harbor
battered by blue
monsters

wet
their
pants
panting

panting

panting
i was dying
so

so
long ago
long time
time

tell nothing
except
it burns
so brightly
in syringe

i freeze

i freeze

wash me

wash me
into man

that i am

that i am

over
& over
again

so
again

so
again

so
beautiful

who can tell

wash me
all way

through
other side

to whomever
i was

wash me

wash me
in my blood

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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