—What is connection?

—When 2 motions, thought

to be infinite & mutually

exclusive, meet in a

moment.

—Of Time?

—Yes.

—Time does not exist. There is no time.

—Time is a straight plantation.

The diamonds shone like broken glass

Upon the midnight street

And all atop the walls were wet

Their white eyes glint & sleek

Then from afar a gnome appeared

An angel flashed on furry feet

The boulevard became a river

While waiting crowds began to quiver

I was in a motel watching

Whiskey in my hand

Her breath was soft, the wind was warm

Someone in a room was born. 

Accomplishments:

To make works in the face

of the void

To gain form, identity

To rise from the herd-crowd

Public favor

Public fervor

even the bitter Poet-Madman is

a clown

Treading the boards

Cold electric music

Damage me

Rend my mind

we/your dark slumber

Cold temple of steel

Cold minds alive

on the strangled shore 

Veterans of foreign wars

We are the soldiers of

Rock & Roll Wars

Whether to be a

great cagey perfumed

beast

dying under the

sweet patronage

of Kings

& exist like luxuriant

flowers beneath the

emblems of their

Strange empire

or by mere insouciant

faith

slap them, call their cards

spit on fate & cast hell

to flames in usury

by dying, nobly

we could exist like

innocent trolls

propogate our revels

& give the finger to the

gods in our private

bedrooms

let’s rather, maybe,

perhaps,

get fucking out in

the open, & by

swelling, jubilantly

Magnificently, end them. 

M.