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    Morphine addiction is central to understanding the work of Roger Gilbert-Lecomte. This is not a slight, not hardly; the stamina to reside in adjacence is a poet’s power, and morphine, as with other substances, is a great creator of difference. The addict poet, for a time, can be like Mercury — shuttling between the world of the living and that of the dead — a fortuitous personage for the act of description.



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INTO THE EYES OF NIGHT






March 21, 2021
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0882681281
ISBN-13: 978-0882681283
Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
A woman dozes on a roof her name is night
Ancient abandoned to the perils of intoxication
To sleep's fumbling treasons
Dreamer in an avalanche of slips
Ditched on a high glassy place to eyeball outer space
Over the corroded zinc where old man sun the killer
And his old lady that tearful poisoner the moon tend bar
Our big sleepwalker's nails screech all at once
Her fingers sprout insanely squealing diamonds
Drops of blood singing in midair
Dance like beads of mercury
Up to this woman curled in the monster's lap of nothingness
A chimney fumes a cloud in tatters
In sooty black silk the night wind
Pitches a nomad tent
Lining heaven a celestial floater
In the sleeper's huge adoring
Eyes their lids stirring as
Long long lashes flutter and
Shrinking stars explode
The name is night she sleeps with one eye open
And all the world at stake on what she sees