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Erik Sweet and Lori Quillen

Erik Sweet and Lori Quillen
Les Cats
by Erik Sweet

I arranged a funeral in the dimension of a triangle
going up live and into the rear-view like boys gone invisible

we’re the spirit of
galaxy arrangement squares

times

The things that were there are no longer available
We used it all up and have no choices left but love

contempt for picking fights with solid objects

I’ll throw my voice ill
like I’ll lay it all down

Time for that being born moment
live

              I’ll throw my voice ill
              like I’ll lay it all down

Said:
    it is time to arrange these

letters and let them float on air alone—
maybe I prefer it that way—


10.16.02




Les Chats (the cats)
(Re-mixed by Lori Quillen)

I’ll throw my voice at the
galaxy’s arrangement: squares
floating letters on “born air”
like I’ll lay it all down-  ill.

Arranged a funeral, going up
rear-view like boys, invisible
in the dimension of a triangle
maybe I prefer that way.

Things no longer available:
1) live  2) gone  3) spirit
into times that were used
up, born into moment love

No choices left but contempt
for solid fights & picking objects
time to arrange these moments
that being said: live alone.

I’ll throw my voice at the
galaxy’s arrangement squares
floating letters on “born air”
like I’ll lay it all down-  ill.


By Erik Sweet (re-mixed by Lori Quillen)

10.22.02

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