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Ancient african eyes blossom like yellow wheat
lacerating dog walkers and cafe creeps,
bless ye the lord, praise him and taste
aerosol blues
Retarded rockers sweating in their leather
chase tumorous ostriches through purple heather,
bless ye the lord, praise him and taste
aerosol blues
Charcoal clouds cloak wide eyed desert babas
half dead and radiating 333 psychic stigmatas,
bless ye the lord, praise him and taste
aerosol blues
On a Walk – April 2022
Drinking in the smells of youth and street beer
I pick a piece of paper off the pavement:
The moon lutes of Ur serenade the garden of stalemates
The sängerkrieg begins and will end with the Pantocrator’s conquest of hell
Holubtsi
Cabbage rolls and fried mushrooms
Cannot cut the chain of castration
Cannot hack in half the links of lack
Absent logos icy ocean
Oddities constantly in motion
Rootless truthless forever ruthless
Baby baby don’t tell me that
— James C Springintveld is an American in exile. He likes country music and meditation. He can be found on Twitter (@tuna_ape).