listen say what you want about
my scruples vis-a-vis hostage-
taking embattled sense of tone
color melody inability to navigate
a suburban noodle menu inexplicable
indebtedness to the lyric
soprano but the record will
show i can still wreck
a bbq
the teeth that were metal in
your mouth become stones
in my belly
there are as we know five
kinds of metaphor: the
small star that falls onto
the roof. the giant wing
that holds off invaders.
distances braised in
seawater. robocop. the
turning of the seasons.
what once I said deliberatively,
melismatically, in the long
enfolding skirt of cyclical
time, I now say with the
clipped astonishment of
a newly drafted chaplain.
o lift him up that’s all.
circuit gleams like bad
............................................ advice
I’m so ashamed that I
lived in a world of
salt and suddenly after
all these years just
finally managed to hack
the spectral authority of
our thirst
as if to say awakened in or
only knew the gifts of, but
a displacement, sapling
liturgy well something to
walk thru with a colander
on your head and a matrix
of unreconstructed varmint
tailing you thru non-euclidean
battlefields
out beyond the crazed
wall we found and lived
in a level of comfort
that had a certain
undefinable militancy
about it
the truth about complicity!
“green means go / red means go” — Despot
woke up this morning looking
everywhere for the dialectic
har .. har .. har .. we splash thru
the spilled vinegar of history
no big thing life is one of the
grossest experiences you can
have but we press on with
it
... organized revolt armed
insurrection flight to the
forest
............... just reach into our
grab-bag of affects and pull
out… centrifugal grief!
poignant certainty! the glib
cheer of say carwashes or
the super mario movie all
we’re really saying here is
we must attend to the
dynamics
........................ rejection of
ill treatment an innate
quest for freedom crisis
in the economic system
and its political impli
cations
.................. donkey kong
slowly shakes his
head and throws an
invisible barrel at
lines of continuity
yet to be established
*
I have made a point of
being easily persuaded
like a paladin in comely woods
except the plants in the woods
are really just a metaphor for
anyone’s weird way of saying
things becoming official
language, neon power of its
coming from before &
............................................................ through
us
...... the paladin is the thought
that you think you think you
are thinking or just the whole
infinity of being even a millipede
empire has scattered syllables
and aspect markers across
the immense sphere of things,
sphere of immensities, immanent
spherical o oblate ceremoidal
petronium klompus
fax machine screech forgive
me or how capture the
disjunture
while I wrote this an old person
asked me slowly if I knew why
the flags were low, I said no &
she walked away slowly saying
maybe because everything is
so terrible