Borges
My photograph is an instant argument with myself
I am attempting to prove God’s memories
To prove God is memories
Lying over an audience, moon/plank
Sky/yoga/bowed/canopy/arrows/forgotten/focuses
Camera/held in my feet
Borges was off making a map the size of the territory
So I tie him to my headlights/ornamental bows
Off to find more territory
Begging Borges with fingers of cherry pies
That signal our intent of turn
You can’t edit my photographs/not instantly
Arguments take a great deal of time
A great deal of time
Borges was off making a map the size of the territory
Blind Borges the hood ornament
Overjoyed about the map and the territory
Growing at once together
Warhol
The patron saint of window dressers
That shrinking piece of bacon
Andy Warhol
Watching the world sleep; he was given;
Bequeathed; a stamp collection for Christmas
As Christmas was his death
Blauer
There once was a bathist named blauer
Who thought coke had medicinal power
So he published a mag/for the neonoir fag,
Then had a few beers in the shower
— Tom Will is a poet and has a Twitter account