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… of a distracted genius

I walk tow-
Toward, I think toward.
We all do it in small scale
Aiming towards an idea.
[Something about heroism here]

We all walk. We-
What was it? Towing our history
Por- no idea. I left and came back.
Did you follow? Or were you ahead?
Not my concern: a genius
Lies in wait of all discipline
Undisciplined, he – or she -
[Many ideas here:
                             all irreconcilable]

Move in waves. Wave to us. Drown.
Help the sparkling tin can. Help us.
Help us speak… help- Forgot.
[Something about Lacan here]

Trust the map is there.
I did not put it there.
Walk in that direction. The
One towards- just look at the map.
Gender and identity are undisciplined.
Genius is an age of aiming
Without a target. Did you see the tin can?
[Something in that direction]

I left and came back.

The Word’s Prayer

Comfort of a new page terror of a new page
Be my soul
Walk to me
Make me whole
Infect disinfect this room with smoke burning sage

Carry me forth with language alien structure
Cast to sea
Mine my coal
Plant a tree
Gender engender from seed thoughtless infrastructure

Write the soul walk the whole comfort of a new page
Infect me
Engender
Language sea
Make the plant tree from seed burning alien sage

Mine the room cast forth a new infrastructure.
Carry forth to sea with thoughtless infrastructure.

One hum organic unifying tone hum

This note this half note is not whole
Spider descending a single strand of web
Haunting the convenience store, the kids want
Beer: exploding can freeze mid-air
We heard the gunfire report where we camped
This was not what I ordered. Send it back
My stomach drops. It is anguish but I must speak
“Hello.” The loaf of store bought bread was not sliced.

If you can see something, it is
A melodic scale tumbles with precision
The cat, crouching, ass high, will pounce.
Who is that low class man pacing out there?
Using sped up photographic imaging the flower blooms
Acousmetre: go to the knock at the door.
Tell him I think he didn’t think it through.
I have to wait one hour before I can perform
The pear is not cored.

One hum organic unifying tone hum
I heard them come in. I’m about to
Wait for the sneeze
Do not accept this call
You will defy the fragmented act.
One hum organic unifying tone hum