Tiepolo favors my Organ, but not Tintoretto.

It is not the cartoon
which lives in the bottom
but a whole tradition
of Italian conceptual art;
pulcinella + tiepolo
equals pulcinella playing
polo on a trojan horse
inhabited by drunken dwarves

the thimble
as if the woodwheel
the sail
paused
into the earth

we see the great iron masks
with the nozzle nose hoses
that come out

but the clown-firemen
are invisible

it is not a good investment
to see the cartoon at the bottom
as the fireclown
blast away

at the flaming
compressed meat statues
and reference

some pan-handlers
from the 1500's.

I'm telling you,
molecularity and affect
are entangled, but
molecularity as a construction
in lieu of telos, or anything,

blah

is already, and always

"some affect"

the monster spits.
the spit gets up and walks.

And some goddamn hobo
starts jumping on a whoopy cushion.

Then mama and papa cry.
Then you cry. I cry.
Then the ocean is a single
contiguous jelly fish.

Then Venice
reveals its many
lightning rods,
giant glass seashells,
and laboratories.

No cameras inside
the tram, please, as
all of earth
has become this~
knickerbocker thing.

The solid gold
tricorne house
begins to vibrate.

The 3 crones inside
pass the eyeball
in a round.