Monday, April 24, 2017


megalithium and poseurmyth melted
with true 303 rhythms: the alter-
ed flight of inscrutable puzzles,
which denounce the anxiety of in-
fluence in favour of the posh and

comfortable christianities wedded
with seen diluvian antechambers &
their attentions-- divided, as if
the sky, and liquid as well, like
funk in the twenty-first century:

it's not really as facile as that
though, because ever--but not al-
ways--looming in the people's way
is the shadow of the vista of the
son of hinnom, may henna compete;

illustrated rioting campus singer
and her rings on her fingers--and
toes--and a coiffure like the sun
and the magniloquent, feverish id
that blacked out taking the night

off when confronted & glassed for
trying to play her cello: all the
world's a stage: in a phase sense
you look good and good looks come
in necessary (not merely handy) i

have learnt and misspelt and gave
up on educating myself other than
to listen always-- all the ways i
can listen are omnibenevolent and
even just foreign enough to work.

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