Saturday, July 5, 2014

The Books

The books
are no longer held
with staples or tape.

Gospel today
fills the soul
like glue
from a Wonder Bread bag.

Like the photography of some vital
motif.
A passing of traitor -
disappearing the early morning
dew.

The gelatin silver print blisters
with foresight.

A reflex assumption.

One perilous lineage
hooked by clairvoyant creations-
only to defecate the denial of truth:


The dying beast is your child,
your demon,
 your God.

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