Jesse Glass

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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.

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