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your first observation must be
I seem to be persisting LOL
it is easy to be dangerous these days
but deeper still is less a guess
than it was a thousand years ago
and what is revealed
can always be corrected
this is the secret process
for which there is no myth
it is the power of anomaly
from a drunken Oracle
at the Church of the Non Sequitur
blessed be the mummers and mimes
and holy clowns of creation
the bards and bowlers
and ladies of persuasion
the meek the lame
the luminous sufferers of injustice
this probably sounds like gossip
when it is actually a reincarnation of
the anthem that spans all distance
as if that were a barrier to knowing
simply the ink in the letters
of by and for Beauty
held before the Universe
in all its scale and infinity
the trick is to see death
as the punch line to a comedy skit
about losing your keys
in a metaphoric parking lot
hoping that what I'm thinking
has never been thought before
the future is everything
the past mostly incidental
the magical source has always been asked
for nothing more than escape
to where dance is holy
and work is the assassin of imagination
lewdly laboring for top dollar
it will not have my support
in the coming elections
barring an assassin's bullet
should I continue to misbehave
Calliope my muse has sewn
a meteor into my forehead
in case you were wondering
what that incessant rattling was
coming in through the slow gates
the secretions weave their spell
that much we have determined
after ten millennia of rape and carnage
and dominance and submissions
and bad bland poetry
which is another antiquarian delicacy
a perpetual motion machine of conjuration
not so popular as it used to be
when you knew that some things
needed to be said without delay
now you just want to lay low
and send your literary agent
out for beer and groceries
we all know too much any more
yes the modern world was created by
a harried rush to mitigate destruction
well a state of emergency
will get your attention that's for certain
a party game more popular than balling the jack
I know it is always the sinner who judges
something like the reverse Midas Touch
in a fantasist journey through two dimensions
where the tyrant does nothing but kill sensibility
and wonders if his intel is reliable
living to regain what was lost
or imagined lost
so much is imagined
(to be continued)


From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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