Every selection, every
decision, is a little violence. The artist who cut off his hand to display it
in a self-portrait. The end of the hand in contemporary painting. A phantom
limb.
Here comes denial
no possibility of change
Here comes eyeroll
They said leave no footnotes
they said don’t fire until
you see the whites
the eggshells the blood
orange communes
Let us extinguish light and
shadow
Let us reverse cinematic
shock
& abolish magic machismo
They set out to destroy
thatched huts
social compunction until sodality
goes poof
until heroic fade to black
Frantic circuit to synapse
Remember the empire state
plates handpainted irradiated
They said believe nothing
they said manipulate yourself
Motto for self-cannibalizing
hole-in-one
Leaderless flak jacket
immune from stunts and
strategies
our puritan misanthrope
refused to look back
I liked your interior
stylesheet
almost no punctuation
commas but no periods
If I embrace the alien
literature
I’d stand six feet under
We succumbed to Occam’s signature
cut
& fell in with the in
crowd
his emoticons her Moby Dick
Here comes denial
no possibility of change
Here comes eyeroll
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