SHOW
was worried about structure
until a reasping voice swore
blind that when it
came to structure
there
was no such thing
and so it is with chaos
its spokesperson’s voice
always intrusive, cutting
in out of nowhere
and then a male figure
with rock star locks
sidled up
troubled me with
a story of genesis:both
gods and men
from the perspecive of
this mad hybrid
as which ovetwhelming
narration my mind
began to reel
at thr prospect of a
world birthed out
of fractals and
populated by
such wine gods
most dangerous,, over the
edge fantastic influences
no one
nowhere near
the creative has
any reason to know
and thus
shortly before dawn
he, cajoled it out
of me
sat entranced and
appreciative, deadly
snake in his lap
enjoying the show
was
worried about structute
and all
in this world and the next
sure to embody
desire to bring
an end to it
poems 2 die for 