fornicating clocks

the repressive response

of follow down the day
light

seeks not to engender
danger

but to illuminate darker
places

of
X

so few ever venture;

I an island hop
the concrete
stature of a folded corporate
article of
loss;

next to nothing

tic and toc

or otherwise
disembark

from the wharves
and seek to become un

hex x xeh

the long
losts eat
the cotton

of X's alleys,
wise
and

encumbered by the leery loop
of
the lambs,

too many kids grinding in the city's
jaws,

off to the great barnacle,
off
to the unbidden awesome twilight
song,

great great
great

around around
around.

no nonsense

cut glass
is
the heart
of x,

x
has no heart,

heat
eats steel,

steel Sundays are
the heart of all,

all
equals none,

none is the train tracks,

x
is
better than
the absence or
lost
or
empty.

don't disgust disguise

marvels and
mayhem

are central to the architecture of
X:

the city
lies,
the city lies,
the
city
lies, the city
lies;

on boulevard M,

the naked messiah takes his
time
busting lamp lights with
a stolen
brick from
the
corridor of the golden
statues.

4 or 4 or the city loves you

X
has
nothing in it
but

empty papers

waiting,

the void waiting,

the nihilism waiting,

the kiss of velvet glass and
a toppled
bit
of bankers on the subway rocket
passing

beyond the neon jailhouse
with

ramparts and
seedy sand.

X
preaches to you,

come and be merry

yes

3.2.890 - Jungle

the night
night
night
night
night

of
indifference
takes

up all hours
of
speakers


all
neon all
tramp


the bridge is out;
take
a left.

go the alley
instead
with

a black suit.
kiss
marble

2. - or - Consequences of living in X

eat trash

sacred generation
of
X

nothing doing
about

how to scream holler the pitch
equal
of the unbeatable
buildings in the center of town.

better
to be
a beat broken
green bottle
collecting
in
the basement of the abandoned
bank
with aplomb

1.

the invisible heretics'
hands

up through the pavement

complete the city

forlorn some twenty odd years
kicking

juvenile lights out in the
windy
windy

.

unparallel gulls
in the gulf

hopped by bishops
and kings and
kin

gathered in the nothing
of
X