DIN

DIN

Ein Aug,

:;:

Eigentlich

:;:

cut the wor(l)d from our

skull, a way left

:;:

in silence, here

a scratch, a battered

notebook, too much

unloved, the white of

god’s eye, another moon

of this wor(l)d, an
other year of fakes,

an unfinished list

:;:

THE CURATOR

THE CURATOR

approximate knowledge

& social unease,

all labeled carefully

& placed amidst other

cultural ephemera,

made worth less now

that they have been

forced into his

demiurgic arrangement.

“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...