COUNT — TRANCE (i & i)

I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is....

—Walt Whitman, from "Starting at Paumanok"

fusion

so the endless continues,
cycle of connection &
dreams & stories told,
& fear & uncertainty--
being able to do what
needs to be done
because We come first as humans
as brothers & sisters--
eating, drinking fools together
when the sun goes down,
then having to get up & work
as a process

again,

machine making
things humanly obvious:
organization + patience

 

enough!

the Sharks
score a goal
every day

love
to watch
others
inflict
violence:

penalty box

icons
on, screen
before commercials

 

 

video bar
for connoisseurs
of the macabre,
bodies with terminal heads,
frames around tv screens,

whine of a note
of an old pop song

 

 

[ cheers to the city of NY, & touch ]

skeletons with plaster mallets


nothing.

 

 

in the timeless world,
missing connections

 

cover

 

 

missing a goal.
is alright
in the world—

 

" great love"
life...

indigo
again cheers—
what is it hexidecimally?
brands,
photos

 

 

fragility
of numbness,
strength
of sensation!

 

 

exercising

to be
involved
w/heady
multiplex
or silence,

no obligation
use
by
default. do
what you have
to do.

 

 

on the page of not knowing,
of working on "it"

all a beginning:
keep fresh
present

 

 

 

 

& those with disinterest.

 

 

with rings
a different sort
of a tension:
attention!

 

two women
who want to go
home.

are they dressing
or undressing?

making a decision

 

 

according to a computer—

hour lost in travel—

 

 

 

roar through the stations

 

 

long emptiness
of no arrivals

then...

 

 

* NOTE: this is an unformatted version of the text; poem originally published in Snare issue #1 (New York, NY: Drew Gardner, ed.) Spring 1999 *