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.

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