Saturday, November 15, 2014


Adversarial to the depths of beyond
languishing in forced perfection,
                           senses polished by nuclear missiles
the speaker on the holographic box
has an intestinal tract emerging
                         from his left eye.
 His brains have been stamped in twice,
                from his own speech:
     we are his millennium
         fakes of the gas-pump
             hands on hands on hands
        stunned with the rigors of totality
      psychic bloodbath like an outdoor chessgame
      shaped like flowers by
       the observances of passerby,
           acoustic nickel

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