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mind and yet endlessly cradle could crew dada's Der Geist

Posted to Poetry




sine. ein sign, so say
the Lord loves you 'else
we'll pull your parish upon
the flames, aye,
one too tree for
five little injun boys,
beware
the skinwalker, taut-torture-her-faces
rum-tum-tummy-tuck-tammy-fae-baker-boils
her-waxy-waney.

(frisbee, follow
a pair of saucer eyes, tip-tip-tip
your tea, we can be civilized also,)

((hegel shakes his head, what nonsense he says,
you haven't any clearly defined position whatsoever
ambon, not even a thesis to speak around))

"and meanwhile,
marx is turning
in the grip of a nightmare:
something about being naked
on the first day
of class
struggle,
and then God asks him
"who told you
you were naked?",
and then a gaunt faced angel
drives him into the wind."