pie, the deteriorated schizophrenics popped  

all filled up w/
coffee n cream nostalgia
for adolescent revolutions
never happening
and moreover stupid laughter’s
foolish warmth
elevated by innocence
& unvanquished erections,
long shot chances at
fat decadent bimboed living
juxtaposed with ascetic yearning;

IT: the goal, as identified in
brotherhoods mutual blossoming
monologues: echoes of aimless footfalls,
the blue circlets of ritalin,
in wine- & even now still find IT
hollering in ecstatic motion;
the first hours of virgin cities,
love, etc.- but always slowing to rest-
inevitable-

To click the minds switch over
where even eternal repetition of
city bank-shoestore-starbucks
-replika-repition-
loses the checkerboredom,
become myself a wilderness,
the cityscape savage,
fulfill the longing of this barbaric blood;
hunt and gather beneath shadow,
streetlamp & neon;

Here in and against this Spectacle,
image moving thru/among image-
nails rend and tear at masked dances-
-the condition of civilization-
and even the most sacred idol-
Identity- like Buddha throatcut
and bleeding on a
desert highways shoulder-

Sifting thru subways
& subterranean faces
for an autonomous eyeball
stuck in the knowing face
of criminality, heresy, enlightenment-
dervish joys- piracy-

& find cunt & dope & ideas & kindness-
there It is and isn’t and there’s always
slunk shoulder me hovering between
Appearance and Being, with curses for
both and neither, laboring at inflating our maps
to 1:1 scale. - turning representation
into presence - replacing popsongs with carbombs-

tearing surveillance & grimace from the abysmal brides clockface,
laying the long suck on Pan, in view of Astartes astral lapdance,
letting the mad ones drink Mescalito, & eat Mary Antoinette cake.

© 2006 c t staples