Sunday, January 28, 2018

reversible/instant.

precursive babble & magic sword
that utters urdu glossolalia my
mind tends to shatter with this
sword in my mind, imagination &
entirely black playing cards we

might've put between the spokes
of a bicycle in adult sceneries
that revolved around a cemetery
and electrocution-- candour and
armor and l'amour fou, intelli-

gent refusal leaking informati-
on into the main street stream:
it's almost as though your eyes
were flowing, and we're well a-
ware that it didn't mean aught;

a mellow decade that got turned
inside out by the slipstream of
the popular detection & vulgar-
ity that impels it is summaris-
ed in the beach read, the novel

with the millennial cover which
was grandly exhibitionist: each
world's fair pretends to invent
a future, and inside the future
is the nihilist impulse towards

she loves me, she loves me not:
honestly, their weapons, secret
societies, and farcical gnostic
public houses sound better with
a little light let in, maestre.

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