Hammond Guthrie

 

Short Treatise On The Bum

Word-sheddings western sloe-freight crossing
Ole Lady Midnight's tracks back the Great Divide
afore and afterall asea
this endless eternity.

Through dawnaged tenements
of an ashen twelve-step now
outside this broken window pains
the permanently sunset aire
this Iexic-sailor's sad satori.

To The Endgame

WhereThen--

Whilst slouching
anti-semantic and hepatic orange
this Bop-prosic muse could only drink about it.

The Chimera

Essential parts of (You)²
will be retained
within The Chimera--

The unformigated
viral parasitic clone,
engineered for Black Biologist humankind.

Oh Presence of Mind! Mind of Present Mine--

Chance not to discern this hybrid plague,
else you unleash The Chimera--
a demonic breath,
throughout time
and skull-bone ash.

For once unleashed,
The Chimera, with alightning speed
will cast a mongrel seed
invisible to the eye.

Awake! Awake The Mind All!

Without proscription,
and without great care--
this outlaw DNA
will wash mankind away
within its forensic tide.

 

Been Up So Long
For Mimi Farina

As it has been,
Some petite flowers
Climb the hardest walls

Of Bread & Roses--

Of sweet memories time unstaged,
And we can see the trees from here.

[r.i.p.]

 

ASHE AFTERALL
For Wolf Vostell

CLASH
CARTS
STACKED
ONE ATOP
THE OTHER
IN THE FOG

- EVERYTHING EXPLODED AT DAWN -

OUTLINES OF THE DEAD
RECALL WHAT REMAINS
ASHESHIS
ANDHIS
ASHESHIS
AWAY.

[r.i.p.]

 

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