Btwn. 1st & A

Artwork by Hannes Eriksson

NO OTHER

In the master’s chamber
the plan
traced on a tablecloth
blank
in a violent divide
stained red

coloring in a lack
on skin
the imposition of imperial drag
stripped
the white hope of a black hole
to consume

between the boards of the Brookes
currency bleeds
to the boardrooms of the continent’s
offshore dreams
hand in hand over severed hands 
invisible

project the spirit on the screen
split 
recognition is a transaction
the self for death
“I don’t’ want no other” 
is the gift

No Other

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FOOTNOTE / STATIC 

My typewriter’s fading 
And I got this radio on, out of 
Tuned to infrequencies
The static visage of man mirrored in an empty room
Inked in pen

But they snaked the wrapping paper
With reams of afterthoughts
(there was a way to do this before)
Without the brackets, on the inside of three minutes, 
like “doot doot doot doo”
doot doot doot doo

Eviscerate and examine, then learn to die
Spent melodies that seldom ring when you whine
"I’ll be here in the morning", is the biggest lie
But still, we close our eyes and 
Hope the town’s still there when we rise
On another line

He for whom everything's a way in,
Where heaviest intimidations ring out
With eyes for the king
The for-profit boys take stock in stuttering,
“This is not how it was”

"But he doesn’t need to go yet"
The drafts without him in it
Haunt every word, arched outside
But I know, that you know, that we know that you know
You wrote the book on it (your sentencing)

Eviscerate and examine, then learn to die
With no release in this repeat, you retire the line

Stuck inside, I couldn’t catch my tongue
Teething on every beat of the rung
I’ll be here in the morning
Tuning in to find
If I could only dream what I sleep 
When will the alarm ring?
On another line

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