Zapruder - The Pajamaist

Whenever behind your windows I look from my balcony down at you you are open, at any hour among the pyramids of eggplant and whiskey albanian shadows drag their shadows, I could watch this shadow clock for hours and do, it is timing me, and each time your doors part my lips hydraulical silently clatter o solemn untamed maternal albanian market why at this fucked time of night are you open locked within yourself and asking the same thing of me, small leaning over the balcony figure watching your painless hydraulic scar from both sides open releasing silence, in silence you have been here forever since 1993, you assure me with your calm ancient terror, you force a man who looks on you to doubt his sleep and lack of sleep, o most magnificent pregnant man, you give birth to things surrounded with chocolate and things with chocolate buried inside them, you give birth to pine scented dishwashing fluids, you give birth to placenta which some people eat, you give birth to etceteras every pleasure in every hour, o low market wearing the naked dress of windows lettered with emerald translucent letters, what pale green inside me memory dress now gives birth to the story of you giving birth to the story of me giving birth to my awe of you at 3 a.m. giving birth to a mother of her sleeping children young and free who with pale green arabic music leaking from one of her earrings looks up with her gaze and unlocks me then turns into her drifting toward the opposite and therefore holy direction