ROAD SIDE SHOW REEL

this car crash threatens to recreate all that which was exterminated at the end of the speculum/ for the sake of it: move opposition towards agreement/ define causes relevant to extermination/ define your gutted ghost/ fluttering among hashtags in digital syllables/ ultimately ordaining innocent bystanders in non-lofty ceremonies/ all this to and the coming there of/ the from/ the undulating gasp of going through/ the passage of adept skeletons/ savvy remains/ moustache and fingernail/ silenced only from never being silenced at all/ stunned into absolutism from always being right and never being right again/ the longing to be part of jolly jolly reckoning/ the eye thing, we stare, and ask only to know who stares back/ not accepting no for no answer/ the comfy comfort of flesh removed from nature of flesh/ reconstitution of relatives and friendly strangers/ innocent bystanders, still innocent, only with nature of innocence disturbed/ trapped like bed bug dreaming of clean rug - look out kid!/ this car crash will make you think/ stop to consider and look/ not for that which precipitates pain/ rather that which making you aware of that which precipitates pain/ prolonging the notion of being an experiment/ one beginning rather than one ending/

barbiturated or not

barbwired band-aid blood clot knots

bandstand sour crow or dixie ocelot

baffled statements in kurt russeled courts of shame

bags of chips with oil for dips ancient hips

bullfrogs chanting on continental slips

bagging the tea-ladys psilocybin lips

backstabbing beehives and knee jives

balaklava whale jerks

basky sharky laugh hurts

this car crash will not make you jitter/ not keep you off twitter/ multiply your genoms de guerre while monochrome birds chirp and flutter/ crossfire baby chords make utter nutter rebirth for melodrama stanzas/ this car crash gives you all the time in the world/ reveals significance of gangbang beauty in single droplet/ lets manifold gasket pyrotechnic regeneration unfold/ puts planetary bukkake on hold/ hell to the wheel/ hell to fire/ infinite mess/ conspire expire wire/ this car crash makes you wonder whether I will be there/ to make up for all the times I was not/ to not be about bodies anymore/ (un)embrace the something new/ find what will be rejected by rodents/ adored by cancerous machines/ the relationship that will have to begin anew/ in the light of nothing i give you nothing that persists/ you are not gone/ this car crash makes you feel alive/ makes spirit wane and splinter on the dashboard/ be reassembled in languid language of deflated carcass' cry/ love longing desire reinstated in look of surprise/ hung upon the face of a moldowian long transport-driver's/ snow flakes dressing eyebrow/ this car crash makes you feel like you have something to say/ a ripple spreading on the black pond of internal dialectics/ without the throw of a stone/ the first movement made from peace/ a stationary wave set in motion/ finally trying your hand at outspoken mortality/ this car crash makes you feel safe/ makes unsplit hairs strut when chafed/ dual airbag sculptural release/ feel like far away from far away from home/ prepares you to enter the dome/ holds you in last hindenburgian embrace/ sets your fluids on fire/ this car crash leaves you undead/ makes you feel loved/ suspends your aptitude for rebirths/ turning bones into trombones for swan song/ makes you kiss and love the face of obliteration/ notice and appreciate the granular shifts in the body/ display all unseen extremeties in last pictureshow/ capable of battle call first and last/ resounding and dissolving in roadside vortex of birches/ separated then from unclaimed legacy/ it makes you eulogise and praise/ this voice that sang but once and left a shining upholstery/ to whoever is listening at receiving end of roadside emergency telephone apparatus/