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● 16/07/2015
Discoteca Flaming Star, poems in relation the work on Dark Pools

My Dark Pools pool our golden bodies….

A golden hen boiling
And sitting
To egg my pathology.

The flesh avengers of the dispossesed
Members skin-deep
Skin tight
Go unpunished
Under the name nameless less than ever.

We see encounters
Face to chance risky briskly boiling.
Ephemeral powder power fleets sensual enjoyment of civil rights.

Berlin, October 15, 2015