MEMWARS

that monstrosity of a gameshow: hidden prizes, jewels - geometrically flawed - in inner television terrariums

jet streams of blood upsetting your cranky fuselage

hedonism, no actors: "here be normality"

onslaught of sweets and cuddly cozy, your back against a piece of bread, smear

liquify the experience, holy tombstone, lucretia borgia smörgåsbord

give phantom head just

as poussin senses bacon's longing for the best cry in the history of painting

and paints the best cry in the history of painting

and eisenstein too

then bacon

continuing the development of that already perfectly ornate carnage

by painting the best cry in the history of painting

and then the photographs, and some more holy onlooking, and your parapet gaze, valet parked in the unread book of surprise

hoodlumed into submission, keys rattling in your very large pocket

before astonishment

and that thing opposite of oblivion