the Lord streaming

what he wants

in you wants

a tool for Others

using the Lord

to control within

women children

animals all

herds sprinkled

from above

where the light is

 conceive as if the 70s never ended

     nixon unresigned

 ennui into despair

grey into black

unclean, unawakened

unaware of the dangers

mysteries 

the muse and her sick

on the 8th day eight he checked

the water was poor

no more counting

he was free from its gaze

the image

    school rows

  children for the abacus

    film gives the thread in the dark

           mystics replaced 

          sophony Cave

       we see the chapters 

       light thru medium 

  shine a tale

not enough

when they raised

nothing from dust

road side

(k)no now

the glass is closer

bubble tighter

for your consumption

disposing after (disposing)

your remains

right to be sore

about the being

ending never

as from a star

leaving petals far below

at the gate

nor old enough

to learn

he will not be back

carpenter's son

straight lines thick wood

breathing saps

marking not writing

boredom in fiction

character lost in text

audience captive

no chance to rise

be hold

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