The small Wheel—but the all
Tom Murphy
The small Wheel—but the all
The small Wheel—but the all
)( slam dances
Through anthrax residue mail slot.
To it
Tied, Tiresisas, the AC/DC synecdoche of freaks.
Post(modern)master bellows, "Hey Tire-guy,
How
You Flow Chart Hells Bells."
The Theban kilt wearer spews his wad
Nylon bonds melts, sniffs like a wildebeest
On the prowl, "Poison, reminds me of feel good Nam flicks for
Boomers." He retches a hairball in affirmation,
And gleans Aphrodite wallpaper pixels.
The TV says, "Sixty-five toss power trap."
"Fatwa! There—" a sinuous fingers waggles
"There's the capitalist's obsession of boobs in a box. U of
Nineteen press together in papyrus planes,
Intersectional curve,
Identical rectangular objects, parallel juts—mixed media of glass,
Steel,
Ethernet
Etc.,
Pentagon, bang (whimper, whimper).
And then there's Maude Squad, American Style, look that U. P. UP
In your Funk & Wagnall."
ACT <Ti Jean's Mysterious Appearance>
Ti Jean fades in to spout,
"From Tojo's
Tora Tora Tora
To Plato's caves in
Tora Bora,
A malaise covets the
Military industrial complex America.
Fellaheen pharmaceuticals foists Joan Rawshankers upon
Ground Zero,
Thus, Codex <0
THIS THINKING HAS STOPPED
Grace and style
On its back the world—
Whispers augmented flute drear
Of microgroove slips, skips and scratches— one velvet hour
Of wheel turns & glides
Through night's eternal illumination
The collective unconsciousness'—the Essential Mind's maiden name for the blue sphere
Gaia
Rushes via breathing space—the rasps of a gargantuan essence whose sneeze
The unfettered dub the big shebang—"
"A lonely orb, that one dares to call its comprised microcosm's components a bleak-
House, usurer of microlith in comparison to the vast openings streaking across the
Black stratosphere platelets throng in fisticuffs—rather than espousing cohesion.
IT—"
ACT <Post(modern)master>
POST(MODERN)MASTER.
Hurry! Hurry! Step right up folks
Queue up awhile;
Come observe impatientness in progress.
Be sure to strap-on a bulletproof vest.
Watch inefficiency ream the average episitolarian
In favor of church brochures &
Outdated coupons,
Flooding your box.
Don't forget the sample packets;
Stay Free Mini Pads.
Buy a Bugs Bunny tie for the family anarchist.
In addition, receive a free gift—a spore mailing kit.
Spread the plague
No sex involved.
Here's the latest feature, the
Ombudsman of tubers & wakes
Syntattein of vagabonds for future waves.
∏óσιμo αιμα ∏óσιμo θηλεiα. <Drinking blood. Drinking Tab.>
Take it away,
Tire-guy.
ACT <I, Tiresisas>
Enter Tiresisas. Blood drips from his lips.
TIRESISAS. I, Tiresisas,
Wish to thank Sigmund's
Obsession with miniature fertility statuettes
And his mommy's firm handgrip
A wholesome kickstart to
My blind vortex(t)
Is that you, Atta-boy—
Playing into their military contracts
On the Portland library stool?
With your prayer, forgive me Allah,
Then boots Hotmail, snarls,
Fiber optic currents ripple.
Jupiter flight school
Bouncing Money transfers bouncing
Flight schedules
Fresh blades
Rising above Portland's
West Promenade's beeches
Bouncing Over sun bright sea of the Cod bouncing
First class cash-wad
In & out of Logan
Hot coffee—a rubber biscuit
Fundamentalist Al-Qaeda cave theory
Bouncing No woman at the grave site bouncing
Throat slit
Bouncing bouncing
Gold swept placid Hudson
Snakes towards tortured harbor
The pathway, giant road marker
The glide down Manhattan,
To the old North Tower
One light or two?
—The heavens fall
We hope you've enjoyed our synaxis
Our little thanksgiving
All the codified trimmings
Deflowered in a plume
Like lost Etruria.
If you're lucky, your roads will be remembered,
Not your bombs or Super Dome games.
The torpor of the business of America
Is business
So also said Silent Cal,
You loose.
My perament descent into Earth's bowels
Invoke me not
The harbinger is a new torchbearer
I, Tiresisas, return to the fallow fields
Of darkness in smuge silence.
With no further to do,
I want to introduce Auchschim Tschitey.
A man whose name means Wild Spirit
A man who denies inventing Magic Lantern.
A man who's had America under his nails,
Grubbing for vegetables.
ACT <Auchschim Tschitey>
TSCHITEY. Heed my adhortatio here and now.
I've kept the vigil of silence by the fire surrounded in darkness
The dogs' fog-breath no longer bates me as they circle bleary eyed,
Panting for heat and meat in the lanes of NYC & DC. My path as
Interlocutor has led me from my birth Sequoia, through Rock House
Meadow to Loma Prieta, from the ancient cathedral in Lund to the shark
Temple on the Island of Hawaii to tell you, from my heart.
Heed not the WTO or the Economic Big Eight's apodioxis.
Please, remember Meena, cut down in Quetta by a bough
Of the KGB family tree, KHAD. Please lower your burqas
Enough for the sun to light your Faces. Please let Aung San
Suu Kyi walk among Burmese people again. Please listen
To Rigoberta Menchu speak for the forgotten indigenous
People of the world.
Remember, the universe awaits freedom for its entire
Denizens & let women be women, & loved by all.