garbage and utility poem

peace shaves
in the effulgent necromancy
of the golden bough
hung formless in the wandering
hall, a lightning of ricocheting arms
art upon art upon art
until the opium addled scapegoat
is squeezed flat
under the layers

these galls are grylli
and propitiates
but whose or what
favor
are they attempting to gain?

does peace desire
a moldering onion
of compressed layers
of endless violence
and confusion?

does peace desire at all?

peace shaves itself
to the liquid monkeys
hands shimmering
to the manic dance

illuminated finger pads
you know your console

solar change!
events of scree!
remember the wildly fanning frills
of the dinosaurs!
as the golden bough
builds its sacrifice into
a temple of hunger

and the layers /
go listlessly buy...


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