Tuesday, February 19, 2013

What Went Wrong With Us.


Nothing must forge its factual clew


the supernatural advertisement
wasted among the banging leaves
a slavery to fins threw the teeth


How came I to Galahad?


A flame for meat candle duck impetusked as tea
through a blind blue bottle's silken padded stand,
O Faust as a tuft of burping punked


O LET ME SERVE YOU


sic transit gloria mundi


they were barely living in america


O Woe, and vicarious couches


Arch noise toward the great campaign


all feat all foster



the might and maw of the absolute text