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KING OF FRAGMENTATION

you are
the King of
         fragmen-
tation

you believe a single
slick heavy
metal riff

superior
to all the art and literature
laboriously crafted over
the entire
history
   of our species

and, as for that vast array
of shadows
        and monsters

not
a hope in Hell
of integrating those, alas!

OCTOBER POEM

I wander the streets
shortly after dusk this
last day
of October

they think
I am an artist
    even though it is
a huge can not
of paint
     but of darkness
I am
carrying this evening
fine and broad strokes
my world
    my canvass yet
as it disappears doing
nothing to
dispel
   any spurious faith
in such enterprise, much
to the contrary
exploiting
their misconceptions
fostering every illusion

blindsiding colour, extinguishing
the light

       so much still to do
a whole tryptich of
forever never

reminding all
and sundry

there
is no final, no complete,
in art, with the imagination

are
     just different species

of the fiction
      that years for
ending

but
    eschews its
own energies of closure

life and death
got the mosaic
                      here

every fragment
priceless

until
    here at the hub
of antimony

I erase that
     palimpsest of palimpsest
might be
paimted,
    written over

GRANULAR

you will
hate me for saying this

but there
is an alternate universe
where that
night in your
bedroom we did
not not
make love

find ourselves
together a whole
half a century

which means after
twenty thousand intimate
voyages of
exploration

inner and outer
landscapes
as per

we got
to know them granular
every detail
tres memorably well