The Splintering Frame

[Phil Dragoo]

Silenced by the shot to his throat

thought stilled by the transit from temple to occiput

the cabal nails its theses to the cathedral door



Do not hope



We

here take that as a slap

a stab

boot on our face forever hey what's for dinner



Of all the parallax strobing of all the new surreal

the movietone popcorn banter that's the cruellest



Okay recap he said on earth blah blah God's (cap it) work must truly blah blah

so where'd all this dualism come in

I recall at eight the Baptist counsellor Kenny in Apache cabin told us we'd burn in hell or Hell, forever

unless we knew Jesus or something Jesus and frankly awkward

Later ahem defer to experts the mechanics of the soul the auditors of the conscience

and a ladle of conscious guilt for you and you and you



No stained glass bureaucrat "made" the stars

Bach the best of the hardware but the software required dissolution

Lou Reed and that, of course a big laugh at all the fuss, but walk on down the hall

Beetles' psychedelic callback, but broadville slapstick withers

and that teacup overflows


Not much separates "us" from "infinity"

quotes and prepositions

subjects and predicates



He wanted everyone to be safe and warm

and they want everyone on the run

(indigenous tribes of Thy Will beset by helicopters in endless Avatar/Apocalypse Now angst)



Simple meditation produces wonderful nothingness

but needing and bleeding takes up most of our time



After the concert what is unplugged, packed, loaded on trucks, rolling on the road



See the cat
See the cradle