Dionysus (The Executioner)

the map is slightly comical now as its contours

being almost the same as one's own are highly

integrated into the looking at the map

here the sucking black hole that moves

[BIG FAT ZERO]

here the great urn overflowing with luminous

Amphineurons / living dinner plates

that serve and beg / flashing their silver feelers

and scenes like skeins translated through the texts

into spans or gains and in pain or pleasure

or something other are they borne

what is lurking in space that is not space

what is lurking in time that is not mine

here's a scene:

It is Dionysus conducting his mother Semele to Heaven,

preceded by Hermes, Satyrs, and Sileni escorting them

with torches.

and here is another:

It is George Peppard, and having just won a gunfight

at an undisclosed villa in Corfu,  is carrying Joan Collins

away from an empty and sky blue swimming pool whose

depths contain the corpse

of some nameless assailant.

Ahh, scenes. Everflowing in their mythical effervescence,

assemblies of grace to touch. Skins are scenes and translated

into skeins they frame the periplomenon.

All I ever get is a coat thrown over my smile.

How would you like your steak?

I'm sorry.

You should have got out like Rachofsky did, before it was

too late.

[car horns][bazouki music]