the shadow twin of momentum
the shadow twin of momentum
Mark Sargent
Hand me that love wrench, I needs to torque up.
Forceps
colander
paper clip
unction
infuse with air
tenor solo
Black & Decker
Fleebody & Wince
when the soul mechanics stride in with their vacuums & postures, meditations & inhibitors, uptake-downtake-notake held on the tongue like the body of Christ a melting. Jehoshaphat! A gene gypsy mutates O jelly roll O blades across the dreck of public posture, errors spun into faux victories into blizzards of falsehood and misdirection. Set your weapons to STUN, boys, this looks like a tough audience.
some
thing
torn into a whole
(not the Schumpeter gale)
but
quilted
from the goof
the goon
the granulated tear
crystallized in midair
whore spoor blown through the atmosphere
the ready to be astonished
the dance the dancers
the music
some
thing
to shelter,
utilized
and common.