Hobble

[revolutionrabbit]

i did the Hobbesian hobble
stumble bummed in the mum
is the word
through the lock of medicine
cabinets of western cure
i saw the poet's war on hell
look toward the torn veil
i did not study Kant's negative
theses, i sought Shelly in the
beast's belly

fits and starts, dreams and destiny
we are cast through a glass darkly
looking for the green mean for
the noble savage in a plastic bag
oh would a word's worth window

look upon the milk and honey of paradise
or the mills of Satan whose phantom shadow
stretches across modern absolutely, an opera
of soap boxes and the shadow boxing of ghost
holy the most and the least the worst and the
worster

the bless and the damn the word jam in the what
house, the keepers and the weepers, the street
sweepers, after the confetti of graffiti after the
deluge, the hurricane through the carnival civilization
oh the dawn of the gods Egyptian hit and run eternity

[Yejun]

What no Borges? Where's the gun?