DISORDER
HOLY DISORDER BATMAN!
is life linear or a circle? or a collection of single-day
sagas disconnected lines to nowhereville? fading
pictures on the fridge each day boy in Batman pose
+girl with big feet +nose that took a lifetime to grow
into disappear
maybe it’s all just the sleight of hand of a cunning old
malabarista the boy was Batman still is Batman on days
when caped crusaders are in short supply his train takes
whores +gamblers
the girl was always scholarly even recorded her professor’s
breaths he breathes life into the system of checks +balances
natty professor Smith in bow tie poly-sci 101 circa 1977
40yrs. later a man with a yellow comb-over may become the
funhouse supervisor screw checks +balances
then on a craggy Big Sur beach a giant Walt Whitman lookalike
reads her Leaves of Grass pacific ocean body electric rouge wave
had taken the daughter of a suicided mother just yesterday and the
sign said BEWARE OF: ROGUE WAVES
and handsome pretenders to Walt’s throne (she had a lifelong
susceptibility to charlatans) +the future it will keep on spitting her
+ Batman out wet and weary in scenes beautiful and cruel in hospitals
graveyards +an airport hangar to pick up a mail-order mastiff from Colorado
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the truth about the world it is a fevered dream a trance repopulate with
chimeras an itinerant carnival a migratory tent show whose ultimate
destination in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond
reckoning (Cormac McCarthy Blood Meridian)
SPRING EQUINOX 2016
songanddancegirl 