Faust

In what historically qualified
as the first Cubist new wave
work of cinema,
we now see
that three heads plunged
into an anus, while six fingers
and a carpenter’s bruised thumb
strummed a pot-bellied mandolin
was, deconstructively, the only way
to get at the heart
of humanity,
to milk
and member
its layman’s Faust.
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Spool

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Quartered
and dissected
in a recursive plunge,
she, the candy striped
It girl,
fell from overexposed
grace
into a
fractious spool
of lost prints
unclaimed.
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Overexposed

It is hard to see
the man and woman
overexposed
in the milkbath of light,
but allegedly this photo
captures Adam and Eve
right after Eden dissolved
and Eve was mysteriously
knocked up.
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God’s Lectern

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Epic announcement
forthcoming
about
commandments to be
scratched onto stone tablets
like Eden acid
jazz
for badland sinners
in nuclear raincoats
(stream: Wholly Moses the remix
on Godify.)
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Breaking Badlands

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In the beginning,
there were no words.
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Hale

Power of Words
To sharpen one’s teeth
against solvent pages
and grated silence
is the bite in the air
the old poets crowed
about, and the wind
saliently scales,
as if reverse
were a condition
and not Memory
fasting into childhood’s
hale.
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Mantra

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Hurry Slowly
was the tictoc mantra
of the one-armed photographer,
Josef Sudek, who praised
and made lasting secret love
to his Muse and ghost-veiled
bride, Prague,
vowing his fugitive eye
to her
and her alone.
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Yes

It is those,
in writing,
who quietly
almost sublimely
say fuck you
& yes
while trafficking,
with fierce row,
in silence
whom I most admire.
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Where is He?

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On the day I landed
on Asteroid B-9
and wandered around
for a short eternity without
a sighting, I asked the Silence
if it had said seen the Little Prince
to which the Silence responded
not at all.
The Little Prince’s whereabouts remain a mystery.
I am still wandering.
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Spell

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On the day
I was turned to stone
all mirrors were instantly
abolished and silence
became that gilded golden thing
I had heard so much about
and the stillness of time
slowed to a moist chafing
pardon
where I was excused
from the unbearable lightness
of being a human
minding gravity.
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