Home run that hits every seat in the house.

Literal incarceration of a woman reduced to a node in a desert line and be sure there is a man killer culture after her, seducing her into a machine precarious movement for its own sake blinding the exploitation of her fecund function converted to only virtual intimacies propped by digital marketed nostalgia speed cycling into dissipation doomed digital abstractions smearing past gorillas and the Cienaga realitized long gone roadposts on a thrilling one way but general admission universal ride to fire on a cross burning digitally and bodily mirroring the actual slavery as if thrown by heidegger as if vision be not seeing in the storm

sometime script for puppets

good no God to worry

shuffle grip shuffle

   earth gravity

   grab and maintain

   all past and futures

card and paper windows

see the crowd of heads & noses

showing their part in vivo

   to be traveled

   by rapid variable oscillation

   like the Earth

welcome to the stage

exit from the write

dont ask me the prologue

or the details

from 40 years ago

when i came in

unseen narrative

to spit my spoodle

to the gentry the priests and the cop

before sitting down myself

until the lights come down

and its off another street 

vagina fashion

braids hoops

bows on pannieres

keeping 'em down

packaged for consumption

before the thronging

the best, grace, the lightest

optimus energy

child fancy

america danger doom

no rules no psychoholics

form transfer (without projection)

can you be bigger than sky

in emergent noumena

is someone seeing the rushes

every night 

aliens waking me up

saying we heard the news

in our ears, soul free liberty music

singing from its entrapment

talking new glam

new regions shadows and plains

truly no longer a man

perhaps more than a wave

a pattern of steps

repeating endless variations

until played out

or improved upon

which i have done

at some instant

degradation may cause

more than exponential loss

almost always

altering more than imagined

worth at least a song

like wise a melody

afghan beeps twice

that capitalism empire

doesn't foster progress

only dependency

war as a policy program

leads to abandonment 

and collapse

as the only means

to break bribery

Empire welcomes afghan militants

to its homeland just like its own

military to the police

love the psychosis of America

saying they recognize morals, 

even responsibility 

to a country they occupied

and hates them

kabul airport

will hopelessly be 

a dim memory

of a prior scourge

a prior empire

w/o lasting _____

                   _____

                   _____

glacial scraping of underbrush

without remorse

some flag mistaken ideal

driving HIS madness

puppet of pus

player for slogans

and a band for your arm

monkey is slipping forward

a shore, sand? appears

far away

a mate faces a shore

a glacier, its stream

wandering for a bear, a spirit

amidst the carnage, wildness, inhumanity

at rest from sail, from land

head slips back

into its lit darkness

smiles shadowing away

before the candle

all sand

bark on the ground

core eaten out

where the (Human) tree animal

alimber fell

where noone breaks

in a word Foucault could have

does the power have 

intelligence intention, even intuition

these intervalla among quanta

for we be sovereign at least over that?

Nay, rascal, thy limits of reign

are in your clock, your heart

and its last unit

which is beyond your infant grasp

in this eon long drama

of roles farces and tragedy

where you are least of all

an audience

self lack of authenticity

horizoning

profane

monkish

prayers mumbled

in a millenia for return

after the metal

the dark prison coma

to those children reaching

back through the wires

to parents, blood, code

who need a filter, sounding

to the light within

and beyond from behind

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