for David-Baptiste Chirot
Know that Kiwi
who says he's a pilot
's a twitching eye?
It kinda stutters
way our auto-
mobile's brakes do?
And his index-
a bit shaky, tad
behind the thumb.
Awful at getting lost.
Article of Critique
But he doesn't
So, we argue
till he loses
and, by chance,
in the end, it
Old Country Western Singer
Ivan Albright (1897-1983) was an American magic realist painter.
"Will be coke whores, once the bowl
of cheese runs out. Along the cusp
where Albright brought flesh new realism.
"Past the coiling sphincter (where the soul
's expunged), we'll sleep no longer able to brutally struggle,
slumping to the floor at the Russell Hotel bar.
"And carrying five: fist full of someone else's emotions,
we'll smoke Silk Cuts, filling tumblers with wedges of day; our
box guitars twanging amid black flies an'...dung beetles.
"Be a chaste swill from, said-you and me, Bob."
"Opposite/Where I Stood-"
Amid Bagsu's monsoon rains, kibbutzim, umbrellas, & Himalaya's nocturnals-
room: 5 meters
in the corner-
Did I tell yuh to stop?"
where I stood-
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