MOLOCH! Did you see a poor soldier lamenting?
MOLOCH! Go fuck yourself with production!
Don't tell me, with this-that-them theory
with your pre-written history
"That painted poetry song
thats protest against our
established aesthetic in craft."
when its your institution
and it dont feed me nothing but ghosts!
You're in my eyes!
Cant you see
I know your place?
You who maintain the filter that pollutes the rivers!
Words weep what how when I need to
signposts collide with senses
visionary now carved, not evolution art
mimicry of my mother/father poets
birds bats babes of the abyss
bricks of the pantheon together
cats too and mother dingo
we conspire, blood singing
and tearing our clothes off
consuming our self, this self
also spitting out flesh of patron saints.
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! Is our visionary poetry!
So go fuck yourself with your sensible
traditions of work and death and hero
(who is martyr you need for routine)
and progressive style-theories of silence!
~ Audry Autonomy 20/4/2011/666
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