on the dead limbs of dead trees & I look
for living, loving, laughing, & I laugh,
Laugh such a very hollow little laugh.
I'm book & bell & barricade & look
how Dunsinaneish it is where I perch.
If a equals a, is added to a,
Is whisked & beaten fried & baked with a,
There's nothing but a twitching at the start-
-ing line, stop start, stop start, stop start. Stop start.
& a start that remains a start isn't...
& a stop that is just a start isn't...
& so I am in mourning for my life,
& not my youth - no, never just my youth.
I live at the deathbedside of my life.
I live at the deathbedside of my youth.
One & the same - a name to veil a name.
Disparate as neutrons & electrons.
Disparate as if you shouted my name
in a chorus, elected electrons
in neighboring atoms for high office.
The illusions of choice and difference,
When we've being fucked in each orifice.
What's the difference? Is there any difference?
& a stop that is just a start isn't...
& a start that remains a start isn't...
-ing line, stop start, stop start, stop start. Stop start.
There's nothing but a twitching at the start-
Is whisked & beaten fried & baked with a,
If a equals a, is added to a,
how Dunsinaneish it is where I perch.
I'm book & bell & barricade & look
Laugh such a very hollow little laugh.
for living, loving, laughing, & I laugh,
on the dead limbs of dead trees & I look
I am a bird without a brain, I perch
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