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Karen Chamisso Blog Posts

Limitedinc · 18:29 12 Jan 2023
How creep and crawl the future seemsto those of us lying in this house of bones:rules here the authoritarian spineand its homo erectus, her jungle gym.Lumbagos dawn on the painstrewn shoreso… Read More
Limitedinc · 18:17 29 Jan 2023
 She bleeds all in her dress on the back seat of the taxi Home from the bone Another good girl dawn   Even in my Emily Dickinson silence I can always hear the click click click Of… Read More
Limitedinc · 08:49 13 Feb 2022
 Nearer my God to thee„An Bord der »Titanic« befanden sich fünfundzwanzig Millionäre, die zusammen mehr als 100 Millionen Pfund repräsentieren.“I… Read More
Limitedinc · 16:37 17 Dec 2021
Wrapped in a digestive absence the citizen of beachtowels opposes a dead eye to the inanity of the ocean’s endless flourishes, as though, perpetual spectator she already knew the… Read More
Limitedinc · 08:39 14 Apr 2022
 The Convention souvenir show- Karen ChamissoBubble cup hair style, wig wardrobe MidgeThe nightclub seedy eyes of the fifties BarbieRatpack wasted in her fuck me night ware.“Rare… Read More
Limitedinc · 14:04 11 Apr 2020
I. UnnamedFound-and-pound her little mut meFound-and-pound we all becomeFound-and-pound was sheTubed up so that the broken drumOf her lung could still functiMyself the one whacked out withou… Read More
Limitedinc · 07:07 14 Sep 2021
  With her blood in the water short silk slip - her sleeping giant eyes - Isn’t she the cutest knock on your door Since you made it to the big girls club? She’s knuckled d… Read More
Limitedinc · 16:52 05 Aug 2021
Life… makes nothing happen.I, too, heard the cowbells MomCrossing the border into SwitzerlandAnd of course I thought of you.I thought of Heidi, and then of youAnd then of you and meWa… Read More
Limitedinc · 07:50 19 Apr 2021
 Geography lessonThe clams clamor on the shoreI walk by – a tempus fugitiveleaving behind a bitch’s spoor.This is life. This is how I live.We’re all undressed in its b… Read More
Limitedinc · 09:28 10 Feb 2021
Surely, giving the finger to the man tailgating you on Highway 10 is poetry too, and should be counted where they count such things in Rilke’s heaven. Among my tropes and ruses and t… Read More
Limitedinc · 14:38 07 Oct 2020
 BluesOn a bleak day I lay in the bleak sheetsEight stories above the puddles in the streetsWhere the rain jumped, and the cars were ill:Everybody in Paris swallowed some kind of pillIn… Read More
Limitedinc · 07:20 08 May 2020
Her little life lay on the bedConcentrate as that swordIntent, edged, unsheathedProphesized by the LordNot to bring peace but more lifeThan any outside her closed doorAnd she interred like a… Read More
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