(in order to have it be misconstrued) [2011]

(this is a stage     and it should be perceived as one)

the instruments are being tuned

to the key of H-sharp minor

from the lighting rig

a laborer brought to attention

certain inconsistencies of shadow

by saying: "Get the fuck out of my light!"

  then     it blushed

as it realized it was eating its lunch

off the mark

  it identified the details

of its estrangement

it placed a circumscribed metaphysics

in close relation to its actions     and applied pressure

it observed several rings of purple smoke

ascending to the smiling exhaust fan

  it developed concrete physical behavior

in order to avoid the rubber stamp

and all the while     fetishized behavior machines manufactured countless 
epic forms of contradictory pollution

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  "what is dangling before you now

is a temptation not unlike that experienced

by your mothers and fathers

it is your patriotic duty

to indulge"

the following is the characterization of a certainty:

            ⎡ ⎤

  ⎣ ⎦

it is not     in a sundress     smoking Chesterfield Kings     dancing and perspiring     
to free jazz     alone     beside a filthy litter box...

actualization

in order to be vital

a silliness unopened

its brown bag of fool

and displaced it

amongst calorie counters

in the truth to be kitchen

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the machine muzzled all the animals     so that they might not speak contradictions or

recite poetry

  it drew cartoons in a small sketch pad

to best illustrate the incorrect angles of charity

it smoked a purple cigarette

dragging the secrets of its exhausted society

it dealt the tightly packed philosophy

another sparkling     distracting defeat

it grew increasingly alienated

and began to draw with crayons

from the footlights

in an as-yet-undetermined dialect

it addressed the audience directly

and said:     "It's all about being fat, and wanting more."

then     it collapsed

into a multi-colored pile of empty 

fast food containers

the orchestra is playing

and the exits are incorporating its strains

(I've never been so imagined     so staged)