face knobs and erasures [2012/2016]

blow into apparition roses of film     

     of moon and entrapment     

     of indispensable erasures

give me the reason to smudge looking     (I am not looking     through bandages)     

                    I am young

     or I am looking elsewhere sometimes

give the silence back its plunder hatch

and the music its eternal dread     rumble, rumble, rumble

     (a bruise     traffic     face knobs and such)

themselves is another thing entirely

and afternoons

                    soMeOne is Midnights     IS penDulous     is Evidence of mother AnD

bronze

[…]

find the face of shock

of televisual rhythms     wracking and booted and jazz

in elemental echo panes     wishing     complete and circular and terminative

redact the trumpets and bass guitars

wedge a rabbit into ignorance

     and quarrel     as if wisdom were a button on your Bernie Sanders backpack

                            or visceral

                            or temporal

                            or a flower

                            or a monument to breath

                            or underlined

                            or an indisputable conclusion

                            or malignant

mumble, mumble, mumble