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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Poem for Niki Notarile



I ink a letter to a Niki an' Chris Notarile,
A sentence to share an altar . . .
I notice Niki an' Chris enthrall in action,
a tattoo tantra, letters in attraction . . .

A, C, E, H, I, K, L, N, O, R, S, an' T.

As an actress Asian martial artist, she entices, slices, . . . entrails.
Ancient lion roars, he's her trainer, a killer cat alert,
Stalks the stairs, knock, kicks, attack.
A cat statistic.

She's Latin Kali.

Chris tells stories, to sell.
In the streets, a technician, stitches stones and talent tactics
Train station shots, silken sets.

Take One . . . "Settle . . . "

Skills she shines
. . . she scares the shit
An innocent intent.
. . . scissors scratch
Her heart aches.

Take Three . . . their Secrets:

Italian Chris: Nearer to thee oh alcohol . . .
Niki: A carton of nicotine, hashish secrets, a heroine's heel . . .

Take Nine . . . she Shines.

Oh Cat! Hear her health

. . . Her Healer, these essential estates.
Her skin, her skirt, her skills, her stretches
. . . his stories his streets, his stresses, his takes
. . . her tactics, her sticks, his searches,
. . . a rocket rises. . . a role takes roots.

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