Another case of sitting still in a room as for chamber music minus
Another case of sitting still in a room as for chamber music minus
the performance, dust and a suppressed cough, an accumulated innocence
and mystifying exits [into – cough – what?]. You sit, dear reader, as for
the sentencing phase. What is it you want out of the continuance?
Treachery of foretaste, treachery of conclusion. Further music, music minus.
I’m sure some animals negotiate and plea. I’m sure there’s a hard winter’s compromise
I’m sure some animals negotiate and plea. I’m sure there’s a hard winter’s compromise
and a spring thaw’s feeble discussion over the elk’s body [you’re only allowed one],
and yet my animal wants the unspeakable to be unspeakable and not the harangue
which endangers my body [you’ve used your one already] and now it’s the soul
which sniffs the wind for the fraught whiteness and it defends nothing in its defense.
Lou Reed sings “Berlin,” a voice that has in it paradise if paradise was broken
Lou Reed sings “Berlin,” a voice that has in it paradise if paradise was broken
into 5 lines of cocaine on a mirror that was just a fragile slab of everyone’s transparency that’s the
proxy for errors in human understanding instead of flaws in the heart.
Someone had believing and someone had the shakes and everyone had a torch
that incinerated what pronoun she was, he was and replaced them with Ich, Du.
