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OH, GLORIOUS, BENEVOLENT SPITE
THE TIMES ARE OUT OF JOINT
It might be that our contemporary existence
Is circa-circuitous
Without cognizance
Of
What is being gone around, or a circumference
That is not a circle, but a disjunctive swirl,
And has no center.
Or creases in corduroy.
An alchemist, who had studied under Paracelus
And Carl Jung,
Forlorn and hungry, picked the pocket
Of a musical composer
And found a tape of tapes,
The sounds of horn and motor
Of a red BMW roadster
Played backwards, overlaid
With an alligator's Spring mating sound,
And the sounds
Of a South Carolina wren
Singing a Chanson de Geste Aubade
Atonally
Accompanied by a Balinese gamelan
And a language game.
Duane Locke
Posted over on DeComp Magazine
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