Your minds find freedom
Freedom like orgasmic fantasy
That you crave as life craves truth. you fall
Jaded, a soft cloud thickening to dirt
Upon the window of reason
And you wipe the haze away.
Insanity becomes clarity,
Sanity becomes the wall.
Some say the wall cracks when you cry freedom in the night
I say let it fall.
sitting and the heavy snow is melting in the fond blurred images of
lard
yes, O yes the shortening, the New Romantics smearing lard as if
dying were
ecstasy, a cold star dying the soft orange light of morning said hello
even the magazines were destroyed, sacrificed in the drunken expec-
tation of
madness, so that the direction became only splatter, poets in the fire
singing
songs of our sad position, a field so frightfully
composed we might only begin with ourselves, mocking the every
word and
ourselves, the lard of poetry
beautiful enough to stand without criticism, subject only to the sun
beating
through the window rotting the insects and dust hanging on a word:
charcoal. The true carbon oneness, and even the intellect of it all,
being
properly wed to avoid answers, seeing things and listening all the
while
