"Onto the asphalt, rainy-bright, festive shopsigns plastered parti-colored jester patches. Festive jester plasters. For cudgeled clowns. The sidewalks were skinned with iridescent snake.”
Night On the Town, 1982
Standing under a vomit of stars I wounded
The air with my breathing and drank in the stench of carnage—
Clear as the liquorous aether distilled by evening—
Wafting from battles past in the light of my anguish
Tempered with murderous sadness drowned in the knowledge
That even the circus of cruelty and severed finger
And innocence clothed in a raincoat of pelting missiles,
Excrement, filth and flints is a garment in season
Now that the only motley is clown-colored cheap suits
Made and imported from China for corporate flunkies.
Plastered under a gauntlet of stars I saw this.
5/15/2014
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