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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566540" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no sea here, <br>I see no sea; <br>This is the body of the desert, <br>The rich made faint blue, <br>From stolen oceans, <br>And it is where I live now; <br>In the dizzy trail of the sleeping conquistadors, <br>In your memory, <br>And the super-market sample of love<br>You gave me to try some many years ago: <br>Here the cactus I pricked my thumb on, <br>And this one has stolen my jersey; <br>These are the naked declivities, <br>The changing rooms absent of shadowy abdomens, <br>The red stones of stolen Indian reservations, <br>The retirement homes for snow birds; <br>The corrugated roofs where no rain falls, <br>While your lips peck his opium neck, <br>His steroid elbows, <br>His cocaine phallus: I walk out into the naked abscesses<br>Of some disease; <br>The doctors have given it your Christian name, <br>And the perfume which smells like your showered flesh.<br>Surely now, I will live into obscurity, <br>My dogs chasing the jack-rabbits, and I your c$nt; <br>The sun is a bronzed gladiator, upon which I decapitate; <br>Tomorrow the stock cars will go around and around, <br>The smell of expensive gasoline, worshiping you; <br>The legs you keep unhinged for the carnival of strong men, <br>Baptized in the single fluidity we have here; <br>Pagan, I worship you, <br>Without a breeze, the dead boats, and it feels like crucifixion, <br>My organs pricked by the briars of the blistered graveyard<br>Of you, unblinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q>
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I see no sea; 
This is the body of the desert, 
The rich made faint blue, 
From stolen oceans, 
And it is where I live now; 
In the dizzy trail of the sleeping conquistadors, 
In your memory, 
And the super-market sample of ..."></div>
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