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This poem appears in my ebook, Synaptic Syntactic which is available for $2.99 at BookBaby, Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and more. (Printable PDF available at BookBaby) More info available here.

At all times remain alert
The driftwood of the days is piled by the carpenters shed
Although the disclaimers were valid,
None were said to apply in the case of killer bees
With the artistry of the spinflips
The masques of the Piskies went unnoticed
At all times remain alert
Do not allow either Piskies or killer bees to sneak up on you
The fire ants in their castle demonized the ranging of beings
And being all aflutter,
Took to infesting the Internets
The Nightmares take hold of your skull
Under the covers the fleas wait
Crack an egg on your head,
Feel it running down your back -
As the night fades in,
So does the trauma
At all times remain alert
As the fighter-bombers fly over your head,
So the barrel bombs explode by your house
As the trauma sharpens,
So the pain in your stomach
As the concertina wire,
So the widening gap between young and old
As the tentacled horror,
So the pain of the sex crime victims
As the colonizers and imprisoners in Israel proceed like an anaconda
So the genocidal fascists in Syria
As the war crimes all over the world,
So the decline of the semi-free states,
No human living truly free
As the rise of the demagogues
So the gridlocks of parliaments
The wildebeests flee from the onrushing storm
All the amphibians do die off
The tornado rips the downtown as much as the trailer park
As the animals struggle up mountain peaks,
So the trees and grasses all do drown
As the money is flushed at the casino,
So your insurance denies payment
As the shadows infest your mind,
So the rot creeps up from your toes,
As unemployability rears its ugly head
So come the tragedies and regrets of earlier lives,
As the moon-mice set the people-traps,
So Demonoid waxes and wanes,
As the comet approaches,
So the sun expands to red giant,
As your reason defines and decompiles,
So your reason refines and defiles,
As your reason rises,
So your reason unravels and untangles,
As your reason untangles, so the superstrings decohere
As you disintegrate, you think:

not as of which but of who, to meet your maker or not to be, the handgun in your hand, the handgun in my hand... all the sexual frustrations — but see disclaimer... the totalled amount of ways and means amounts to not even a pile of dust, but as if the other, when your time arises, such as is the like of the creepy guy, or the rabidity of the christ-figure, much like when your mother told you but also not, in the demonization of the innocents, Demonoid wrought eternal... but as if the dreams of the Chaosticon; eternal; but fragmentary; piecemeal; but anatomical and atomical and axiomatical... and as of which but not of who; burn disclaimers; but otherwise and thus and so, all your axiomaticals and theorems are lost; but not of woe; oh of splendor, paranoid schizophrenia of course, and oh of splendor CONCENTRATE
in the annals of the moon time, oh of the dance, of the tidals of the moon-ants, of the orgies of the moon-mice, oh of the solars of the storm, oh of the darkness of space, oh of the gibbering of the azathoth.
in the brief silence of time, delete;
in the brief silence of time, stir;
in the brief silence of time, do not declare, but fall;
the pages, the horror, the fallen
the fallen.
in it not as of Which but of Who, Not as if Other but of That, demonstrably deficient, but otherwise unwise and in time you all shall know, or perhaps shall know nothing, but as of which of the times did you know of your guilt, or did you ever? Were you ever of the uncaringness of children, or were you merely of a sniping mind? if ever of them there was a demon, it was you, and in the brief quiet of the minutiae of the interstellar spaces, you implode
in the edges of the alleyways, or not of other but of thus, or although of thus only of some, but iniquity, inequity, unquietude, and excruciatingness, ever though of which the birds, but so many unqualified remands of the Aye votes, all under the grass of the park you defile, all under the burbling of the fountains you impair, all under the comparative quiet of the riot you exult; with the riot you exult! With the stream of the window smashing of the glasses of the alienation of the oligarchs, of the hangings of the communist party, of the firing squads of the west, of the kathryns and angies and maggies and angels; anjelica; - the science of the times, the deletions of the elusions, of the elopements, of the quietude of the sage, of the building up of the moments, and of the —

Demonoid spake thus:

echo, echo, echo, but do not demand, do not defile, speak never for others, only to yourselves, do not dream but be, do not do but do not, do not marry but fuck, do not say the words, oh but if you know of which ones ... is she going to say the words?! .. not as if which but if who, thus do not go gently, determine and refine, revolt and rejoice, recover and remain poor, ever into the night we dream, ever into the day we act, till the stones and till the soil, ever into magic we recount, ever into victory we turn, ever our buds turn into flowers and into petals on the ground, but ever uncertain, be no wise certain, but be quite sure, do not recant but ever uncoil; unfold and be god

The splitcase boy understood perfectly
Scattered to the winds were the wings of the multifaceted words

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