the
important thing is flight
away around under even poetry art
molar like teeth big things
in the way
fete of inertia
practico
keep going
round unde r
here come the enemies
we must
pound and
what is this fascism that desires itself
?
what is it makes them,
desire their own
there is noother word, repression
elections of dead men and dead women
fright in a puff
what is this
how escape
this
body of death
stiff knees in my own body
reflect and refract the body politic
what righteous
gangs of conservatives
've come to ruin your body
mind soul
here comes
the end which was always coming
catacombs
so pray for the hills
to rise
valleys fall
Antioedipus and her gang ran
for the hills disappearing
gone the hills
genetic geeks of loss
what window sills of escape?
is that a jet overhead
?
you hear
is that a line of smoke escaping
your mouth
freeing your heart
1914
the seminal years of WW1 and
a gathering in zurich
the collection of artists poets
scintillating the death around them
the war
'I had no love for the death heads
I silently went my way...'
what sound does a wolf make
tracking in the snow
the pack
dispersing up the high roads. roads sniffed, tracks unknown, languages unspoken language that is not political but a spiritual track of unknown
quantity _ is this the way to the frosty north and the desire shield,
getting out
the machine hovering down
like a helicopter
that chops off your head
heading down the space
.
what space i s garnered
the wolves circled
because the snow turned
to what?
some spooky sight of deaths and light, a rhyme repeating forever, no
language to flee _ a thesauras of exploding nouns
a mouth growling
endings that become
endings that're female becomings
.
but who deifies what law is this of bodies
of love,
of beauty
as your station crosses out the night
the mountain huggers down on the christian city
speaking its night
repeat repeat
bannking the road
the listing
night
hungers the wolves
tracking hurling
sniffing snapping
.
R yer legs sore
sore
sore back of knees is 'i am screw'd
you fuck'd me ' there is no quote
or
italics baking the wrong of
fortune's body
.
her his fortune's body
leap
over
to word
.
I am a dizzy spell
.
a basket of burning leaves
.