Symbolic orders that do not revolt

Shoulders wound against the weather – crows

have left hypnotic footprints in the snow

 

Too long in the vacuum

accelerating through space

engines running and running – sacrificing

any equilibrium for reaction mass

 

Love under empire

root minus eye

the impossibility

of such words in my mouth

 

Young fella, commoditised into surface albeit,

you create the universe

with every desire you cast into the dark

so try not to demean your gift

by  dreaming cheaply

 

Accept immanence

allow the pattern to

phrase its own invocation

and hum its way into being

 

You may find yourself becoming fast friends

You may claim both ends of the argument

You may make something frivolous

out of the purely necessary

 

We all speak the language of yes

and the grammar devoid of objects

desire as vector as the vibrating

precursor to harmony

 

Ownership

Consumption

Quid pro Quo –

What did you expect,

and how far was

I expected to

satisfy it?

 

Culture unfolds without danger

unravels without protest

sex collapses into a collection

of gestures and glances askance

 

We grow our own

if we’re to spring the trap

 

Our chopsticks are two feet long

 

Our shirts button from the back

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