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Terminal
Wandering in the
nether light of grave headlines,
Painful panoramas.
The crusade defaults, the century
Turns back subverted.
Your sister's best friend's girlfriend's
Secret flame had his
finger slashed in a Burger King.
At midnight a shock
trooper with a slightly defiled Kabbalah
Enters the Red
Lounge. O steamy angels, you know what,
We're so off balance
we dance to walk straight.
Thus one flees through
Rome to Cross Purposes
In time to catch the
dispatch from teeny Titan.
O Brutality, O money,
O time! let me suck again
Those silver nipples,
O let me
Share for a few lousy
moments
Your exhaustive
memory of the vacancies of Night!
Michael called her
Aphrodite of Cafe du Mal,
She lived in a
succulent
Melon seven hundred
feet high. A man came
With a dagger wound
still fresh, across his bloody
Cheek, but she kissed
the blood. He was a refugee
From the inane
kingdom of Penumbra,
She gave him soup. He
stroked her cat as a violet
Light grew narrower
and finally achieved that state
Where we are too thin
to see.
Apocalyptic, nude
Angels fly down
eternal staircases through blizzards
To the valley of
rock, dank scrub and dirty calendars.
Lost, lush Venus, the
Tower implodes, the most depraved
Spells thwarted,
revised, thwarted.
The staircase
collapses, at last the mirage coheres!
Infinity is made
vaster. They stare into it,
And disappear.
Later I found myself
alone in the bus terminal.
A soiled, tearful
child awaits his mother,
The Queen of Hearts.
And is that you, Thoth,
Standing in the Great
Rubble, conjuring
Your twisted notion
of divinity from that rock?
It's night time in
the Central Bank.
Queen of Hearts, the
Transamerica Building of Shoddy Thought,
Love's bounced check
in hand.
"That egg yolk's
the only sun you'll ever see, son."
Fractured rails, the
moon's terrible sway.
But with a blunt
exaggerated flourish the seas
Vanish with the
roses. A kingdom sings a pretty lil ditty,
Something about
ferns. The floor accumulates poloroids,
Tearstained encyclopaedias, Marlboro butts. THE BALL OF STEEL
Inches into view.
In my heart there's a
shrine, and an icon of you.
The black scar, the
far lake, the three earrings,
They're just clues.
We stand on a shore
with no name.
Each wave speaks a
name.
Each wave speaks a
name.
Each wave speaks a
name.
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