pigeon comics

there were a bunch of shady dudes 

dressed like spiderman

hanging out down by the park in la rochelle

the one with that huge waterwheel

baroque barrel vaulted 

skeleton cupola thing

it's about 4 stories tall

when you go in there

yes / no it's back in the plant pantry

i couldn't ever find that poster site

something like that but oval more

more of a painting of a lovely

older lady walking her lobster

with a blue silk braid

more of a lautrec vibe

but in a vaguely di chirico landscape

our settings themselves

are the muse in newspaper

i guess i'll let you go on the poem 

it's braid lea 57 in carmichael

with a lot of feral parakeets

or bioterrorists 

allegro assai / ma tranquillo

moving in the same dressed up direction

and fake homeless spiderman kids

or spiderman junkies

i guess they're meth heads 

peter parker paraclete i have found peace

from the core of the atom

and the core of space

who knows about the face of nature

all things feel

clear the cache try that

these roots are beyond human

the holy spirit is now moving 

in the mantle of the origin of data

of the earthen stone

and has made it popcorn like

and snaky with armadillo mantillas

black alchemy knows all about

the precious sounds of democracy

but do people really get

a sense of the universe

parakeets perched in the delicate

wire-frame skull that 

sits over the fountain its 

whirligiggerish vibe and 

the dirty dirty pythagoras

busking to baggies

counting the mad

free-thinking walls

of om the radiant foam

out of nowhere

the creature out of nowhere

bathed in the majesty

the travesty 

of flux