18 June 2012
original included background image
in the mojo
your face tonight’s
an existentialist
graphic novel, all
angst and nothingness
and daliesque
plasticity
(I did not say
duplicity)
on your hands
movies
play
so your semaphore
has double meaning
for this double man
what
could have been a shopping list
with brand names and generics
mixed
mutates into endless
streaming ads
to click on
if I could
but now
your
radiance
transfuses
translates
transcends (I mean, trans
forms)
everything
and your transparent crimes
are transparent
no
longer
and the longer
I look at you
and kiss you
the less
I remember to ask
you to stitch on my shroud
here lies
your friendly ghost