For Word # 2
I An animal at whose Mercy and Tragic as Flags
Were lying without love and unborn running, were
over and over
and over the rowing time of natural strain.
Out of the Underground,
the Warehouse whose mercy trips.
The sharp corners in awful sections,
II This is not an art talk but a collection
of personal significant moments
interminably interesting space Instead
of a lecture
Here We Are Slides Elsewhere,
Mystery Begins With Exactitude and no special lenses:
the girl on the right
is Sharon and the person with the cup's
Radical chaos and the rooms where people love.
III. Old turbines including Aphrodite
An animal at whose mercy were sand cast in
To the idea of Survival and Tragic as Flags. . .
begins like dough running lava-like
in the foundry.
A husk to fill with
forms over and over.
was a queen and he didn't deserve cruel treatment isn't strained
is the dare we're passing
the most stolen car in The City of I
Mi Amiga behind me or beside me is the least brick Of This
Savage n' Mediocre
Bare cement Railsplits of a
low jazz estimate
cost of raising Calvary
Light strays over Mi Amiga
Mi Amiga does "La Lupe" in the covenant
And loosens of fraud
Dignity Mi Amiga drops
to one knee and arraigns
Her flags tombstone white
the singer's archaic sheets of hair
to the cults of transformation's
everywhere struggles like tea infusing. . .like "unclean thoughts"
there in the mind's cave of permanent beauty whose drinks are always
the Body Rules that don't understand
who's been singled out. . .
drives or measly reaching
to Your Images
bulbed divided glorioso
untamed fiddling and formal gestures
from "The Dirty Notes"
& before Saxon
suggest that lies between six & ten reverential objections
clear. . .
is a small district in the kingdom