hadn’t attached itself
idols aren’t dead only
nineteen seventy eight
avant-garde composer
thing or no thing or not:
angry to do some
playing at the kitchen

what’s this? The moon
moves across the sun
all is dark the car is on
fire and is that rattle
snakes or light pumping
through the lines

pictures of pissing
he played a telecaster
like throttling a cat
back to an unlit screen
noises came out
weren’t far from that
the east village when

the moon passed
through the sun and
the sun was still
steel oxidizes in
the flag torn on
the fire escape
light pumps
through
the line