(blade bared, era bled bad, bled red.
great reds, violets, golds about. degreeless noon
has great v’s about. blade switched, be
witched. whichsoever was the clock atomic
birdened by the sky’s shoulder, boulder rolled
foreverwise up the great gash pouring
great reds, violets, goldarned goshdanged
sonofabitching days forth. nor’easters, nor’
yesters, nor permanence neither. yes mister,
I have a wrist, there’s a crossroads at it. a
funnybone, a wishbone at it. a chicken
enters the question. headless but it looks upways
anyways, heedless, foreverwise.)
“time flies like an arrow;
fruit flies like a banana.”
flying time makes semifit…
time meets? seamlike? time fills?
falls? left, aft, east? miles,
miles? eellike? stemlike? flamelike
time? we are islets in lakelets. time
teems w/ lifetimes; likeliest. time
filiate (felliate??) w/ space. space
masks. meat space on skeletal time.
spotlight gloom n gloam,
limit limit limit limit limit
me awake—: §
ORGANS OF KNOWING—:
ORGANS OF UNKNOWING—:—:
show a mar on a writing of a body of words—:—:—:
undo a name
and do nightfall—:—:—:—: §
a blackout then is not the drawing of shades
which draws in shade but the apostasy of light
so the brain when the flesh dims dims
and bulbous space will flicker neath the bulb time
for an eyelid is but a lid for an I
the one with the
the perception perceiving perception perceives
in time but timeless eyelids lid no I no
telling what goes on at night no telling
what the green fairy took the
topology of timelessness the topology of timelessness
I can only repeat it
I can only
waiting in the wings (we are the bird).
waiting itself. waiting waits other durations,
moneyed and fair-skinned, in possession of
large cocks and riflery.
stopping in. the title, the deed, The End, and the following negotiations.
we still are the bird. stopping
or is the wind
go. fuck in a vestibule. thrall in the anteroom. rage, rage,
—: the tiny messiah, by way of syllojizzum.
have you ever walked on uneven ground.
have you good sex, revolution
apart from the doors to modern shopping malls.
you would say look at the time
and you would be blinded.
on these uneven grounds, you’ve walked ever and forever, and the groundskeeper
has never thought Earth, the groundskeeper only thinks and shall only think
. —: The End, how did you sleep.