FOURS

FOURS

strap dawned

onus shape

pose stitch on

big moon gas’d

NOTHING IS REALLY REAL UNTIL IT IS MADE INTO A SIMULACRUM OF ITSELF

NOTHING IS REALLY REAL UNTIL IT IS MADE INTO A SIMULACRUM OF ITSELF

present a quote of

the world,

like

a half-whispered

prayer, a sky

bled too white

for stars.

“AS IF INHALING THE WHOLE WORLD”

“AS IF INHALING THE WHOLE WORLD”

stone tongued, skip the

ochre sunset, colors off

peeled billboards bare of

spraypaint, signifying no—

thing—some other other

shadowing, asphalt skinned,

soon joined, packed, three

abreast, streetlights shuddering

and struggling to vomit up

a semblance of illumination,

one by one dumb mouths open

and each sings his choking song...

CURE A TOUR

CURE A TOUR

ask spear ye ants is

men 'ta bee sheared

laughed on dun

Herbststimmung

MISTER DUCK (R&R) [from the vauit]

MISTER DUCK (R&R) [04/04/10]

you and me against the world / world about to end

by the neck, under netting,

you become our blustery best

abroad—an antic-frantic

anger, a guileless smile, the

scene-stealing wise-crack

ing, voice-cracking—never

as worldly as the wabbit,

but every bit as dangerous.

even when it's your blood,

red and Pollocked around

those whisperthin hostel walls,

a half a hostile world away,

before you settle your bill

back into place and slip back

into our dreams again.

CONVERSE

CONVERSE

not comparable.

listen psioriatic

muffle bye

:;:

unsummary, small—

er, silvered, a

crescent sliver

slicing the

night taken

back to the day,

forced into sun—

lightshriveled,

bye the bye / no

bye the bye

satiation demanded,

despite the tongues

swelling