Corona Discharges
…spectral in the buzzing of it,
the fracturing of molecules,
splitting of sub-atoms,
snap-click of ozone,
particles of atmospheric implosion…
…and in the decimation of motes,
the microwaves of favour,
flavoured with limeade and salt,
decomposed tomato and crisp razor glass,
splat and drawl on slate…
…cracklin’ roses time slide,
juddering frames – red to purple to black –
ain’t no turning back,
animal souls in fear of dying,
the scream of pigs in slaughter yards…
…hangs the zeitgeist of tortured hamburger,
flesh wired to bolts and voltage,
membranes of drums resonate
to corona discharges of white noise,
rhythm loops of fragmented morality…
…reassemble as a sexual mockery,
finger-cock of scoundrel refuge,
fabricating the new religions,
in sundown saloons the west becomes
the thing it hates…
…in deep concrete and cages,
killing the thing it loves,
nostalgia ghouls drool and guffaw,
Vietnam, boy, we had ears for souvenirs
now we got pitchers…y’all…
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Tony Bush
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