Fragmented on a jumpstrip drag way straight out of texacon
Adrift on the barge of the inane and spurious
I make my nest like a humming bird afflicted by lethargy
Spiral spinnings of manifold dimensions compacted into neat boxes
Packed by serfs on an industrial field of plate glass grasses
Springing with flower fountains of colour madness
Red and blue and yellow and purple and difference
And stark and muted in rows
of rows
of rows
of rows
That lead to who knows where over the hill
Long live the tree that bends it’s ruffled branches
Dead monarch! corrupted prince! we revere you
Skin like dead skin, veins like glass box runnings
Filtered through some complex system jerry rigged with transistor elements
--------------------------[ / ]------------------------------| |-------------
Maximum Current, Overload and Reset
Jump the gap, cross the river, vault the canyon and the far bank
Falls and is not, nothing but a cobweb of x’s and y’s and z’s
Substance insubstantitive, the falling bridge, the sinking barge
The clamour, the incessant drift of human desire
The compass spinning south glued to point north
Shattered glass face patched with wasp blood
Falling bricks shatter like broken hearts
Dearly departed from brethren masonry
Lives fall on swords with the pitter patter of rain
Again and again and again and again
Wilting flowers final sunlight
Consumated brainwave passed by microwave
Emitter
Redacted and repurposed into the image of a disgraced saint
In cyberspace green on a screen buzzing with interference
Life lived and loved by accident
Like a drifting breeze bringing cherry blossom to float on a pool of water
The lost son returns and the candle dwindles
Waxwork waterfalls caught in statue
Roll down its side like libidous tongues
Melt and coalesce in intimate embrace
Liquid oceans paved over by the bones of dead whales
Ground to powder and processed on an industrial scale by a faceless culprit
El Bandito, ci culprito
A cactus blossoms
The sun sets
A bird calls
The night
And silence
Comes.
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