The new media revolution is an artificial surge.
The decade revealed its identity in a cigar box courtroom
and increases were constructed in parlors out of carrot cake
Smoke passes The Beltway and a forest of
We remain the unlimited amnesia, the
black and mild, the casually exploited
singing a ho-hum hallelujah.
Take destruction as your only lover.
She is contempt untamed, fucking binds untied,
electric dandelion crowns of the mind surging and surrounding
let’s delete this and try again, let’s dream,
let us bet raindrops on a Sudoku match against angels and agree
to flood the streets.
Let us understand the appreciable difference
between the blues and jazz,
because the sadness and chaos
have become all the same.