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               (Ode on the death of Eugene Ionesco)



 
from The Complete Gaha Noas Zorge


&

sky—color
of a cuttlefish
belly

&

brain
measured
in mustard seeds

&

want
the world
to crowd directly
into nerves & nodes
today

&

Living-Chain-Man
Self-Regulating Man
stare into blank screens Man

screaming:

madam I’m adam
madam I’m adam
madam I’m adam

(the bullets just
drilled home, the bets
not yet pocketed)

&

an old gentleman
stinketh
of piss

&

runneth
to catch
a train

&

blink

&

blink

&

n,e,v,e,r

blink 

a,g,a,i,n

&

the baby
w/

chrome
brains

(in the arms
of the

young
woman
running

jangling
rings on

ears &
fingers

behind the old
man)

thinks:

“0/1
“0/1
“0/1
“0/1
“now
“goes
“perishing
“the
“e,m,p,t,i,e,s,t
“of
“ANGELS”

&

among
this moment’s
coffee
guzzlers 

&

crumb cadavers
of terra cotta physique

who
will stop
to lay a golden reed
against the sun?

not a one.

Visuals by Jesse Glass

 
 
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