As/Is







1.05.2004


take me to your commodore

under undercover of darkness

under the knotted chunks

pulverized to tears

held down shapes

of dots and dashes

from poisoner to poisoner

through and through

always beholding

by deed or guilt

from gallows to next in line

to another megawatt

nurtured with monosyllabic utterances

visionary belts upon another

under undercover of darkness

no deviation among the corpses

no record keeping

just long distant past nothings

and broken sentence things