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    Deep Blue Tide
    Deep Blue Tide
    Deep Blue Tide
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    Deep Blue Tide

    By Maria Morisot

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    A resurgent title by Maria Morisot, coming from the clouds of interoperative truths; spent on days of copious vomiting of language.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMaria Morisot
    Release dateJun 15, 2018
    ISBN9780463624708
    Deep Blue Tide
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    Maria Morisot

    Maria Morisot has been writing poetry since the late 1990’s and has self-published over 150 chapbooks of her own poetry since the year 2012 when she published her first book of poetry, Please Don’t Touch. She works also as a visual artist under the name Moan Lisa, and has been creating controversy and a stir with art since 2011 when she first took up a brush.

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      Deep Blue Tide - Maria Morisot

      Deep Blue Tide

      Maria Morisot

      Published by Moan Lisa Press

      Copyright ©2018 Maria Morisot

      Dedicated to:

      Maria Magdalena

      Pacheco Gonzalez

      (Mi Pequeña Piña),

      and Charlie.

      Uneventful Oceanic Rift

      Complacency develops a rumor,

      Diluted ice and fratrimony;

      Docile sea grass,

      Floating at noon,

      Behind the Paramor.

      Each ounce speaks volumes

      Of necessity, and parallel corruption;

      While a dismal inconsistency

      Spouts out like lyres

      Among the thorn brush.

      The devil’s haircut,

      Megapixel murder;

      Counting by degrees,

      A seal of thunder,

      And reign;

      And hypocrisy.

      Indiscriminate

      Lacquered Sundance on the horizon,

      Her whoredoms flash necessarily

      Throughout a desert full of incense;

      Crawling idolatries and the kept cavern

      Of our oasis made of glass.

      Inseminated & spurned,

      The loose fit justice of men,

      Whose eon-old adornments of gold

      Populate the abhorrence of a nation.

      Throughout the testaments of sea

      And land, the See expands;

      Swallowing silt while the lilies burst.

      Open letter to Maestra,

      Follow the Yellow Brick Road?

      Tinder Box

      In a basket harboring grief,

      The young Plato kept his cool;

      And an incendiary spoke,

      With measured breakfast,

      "Violent dust clouds forming

      Within the veins of a disruptive school,

      Cataloguing field mice

      In the contemptible, damnable,

      Distributive hypothesis."

      Feces frozen

      In glacial sheets,

      Subduing symmetries;

      And eating flakes of cutthroat contingency.

      Nebuchadnezzar's Handiwork

      While the brass envelope opens,

      Engraved words on gold sheets,

      Sticking out their necks; as though

      Something were to unfold.

      This kind of nemesis

      Reveals the oxygen of birth,

      Whose birth precedes

      An integration, by parts,

      Of some unholy thing.

      My knife-nicked neck

      Profusely letting go all life;

      As though to coincide with

      Another film by Nabokov.

      Clearing House Sweepstakes

      My ventilation,

      My hyperventilation;

      My end,

      And new beginning.

      Earwax in the most ridiculous of places,

      Feces;

      And an abundance of dead skin,

      Swollen nodes and subatomic greed.

      The deathly pale, anemic strain.

      Proportioned as to exhale,

      Inherit the Sun.

      And all the glory of God;

      But to wither like a worm,

      And be evicted.

      Oceanic Purgatory

      We gained the crumbs;

      Foregone as soldiers under fire.

      Our ancient days reminded,

      Beside the fires of Rome.

      And holidays spent,

      Forgetting the clusters

      Of adventine cheer;

      Racial slurs, and fear.

      Pent up emotional

      Retroactive decay;

      Slipping through like dimes

      For no special occasion.

      Blanketed

      In Mexico the stars are still the same,

      And every break in every bone

      Still heals up in the same way;

      In my adolescence,

      I became a tiger;

      Scratching on the dewfall,

      Making marks in the sand;

      Believe me when I say,

      Comprehension necessitates belief.

      And add me in the morning,

      To this pile of

      Encyclopedic fires.

      Avocado Breath

      I swept the stormfront

      From beneath the window ledge;

      Accumulated tidal glories,

      And basked in it.

      Gave up asylum for the ash heap,

      But was dejected,

      And as the walls began to sink

      Into

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