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many names of factory walls

many names on machine barcodes

numerical values in many long books

monetary values in many broken bodies

Spoonful of Sugar

fingers smell
like fermented
vegetables, pressed
to my mouth,
inhaled,

death is catching on

erotic spasms on
television
anchors ejaculating
on cummed remains
intensity ever
increasing

you caught the death bug,
white faced, he said

it's going around

we're all concerned with
the armed guards
stomping

doing their jobs right,

keep it spreading
young man,

there's bodies coughing
in their seats,
taking the image cure,
getting it all down

soon they'll have this
whole existence under
quarantine

gobbling up the carriers
purging the infected

on the screen the president's
smile,

he's waited patiently for
the death orgy,
waited four long
years.

They all come to this.

No inspiration here

A trickle of letters
     drain
     mildew, harden
     in tub

House hangs on corner
     two legs
     figures of night
     hidden in bathrooms
     past faded lights
     during the day

     step out at sunset
     squinting eyes
     heavy chest

Raise your brow to the setting star
     horizon follows
     a jewel of the west
     bled out

There skis are meant for no one
     they just are
     no destiny in it
     endless earth
     rock
     chipped
     clay

Claw at your heavenly senses
     Saint! Fool! Martyr!

     god is a blank page
     a sea of infinite grey
     unmade
     made

There is but one angel
     touching all times
     one mind

Witness all things
     as no-things

Rock     Ant     Fish     Bird     Dog     Cat     Human     Ape    
Grass     Dust     Fruit     Plant     Mountain     Ocean     Sky

     No Difference
     No Hierarchy

Our lights they've already burned out in the sky.