Dithyramb: Heroics versus Civics -
decay descent declension devolution down.
an afternoon with Homer an evening with Wolfgang drawn & ┬╝d by 100 axes.
& now I need a beer.
dream dukes & such mimetic artifacts.
John Wayne's Agamemnon Rex dumb & bloody puffed up & stiff as an abandoned boot.
a stuffed shirt inside a brass cuirass 46 extra long.
his eye on the focal woman.
the she.
his sister-in-law twice over.
she who takes her shakeworld titz for a walk on top of what might as well be Jericho's Londonderry walls.
for that face that mask of virgin evil the simple eyes that can with one quick blank pan shot clip the strings of 1000 life-kites let's cast a boy.
just a kid.
with wig & lipstick & pluckbrow.
& sponge jugs kept in place by a sort of Bikejock-built-for-two.
& Odysseus O the man of the many means.
his polymechanic IQ of 80 twice that of any fellow petty king.
a taxi-navigating draft-ducker with his social security number & PENNY demotically tattooed across his unwashed forearm.
a wristwatch-busy small-time hive of foolproof watertite longrange stratagems designed indeed guaranteed to get us all destroyed.
snake-oil cure-alls big deals party favors bad puns & doubletalk flooding his bib.
& for the rest.
mercy me human running boards.
dim guys dumber than any door or night.
a.c.-d.c. football professionals with all the logic of a bag of vacuum dust.
sacks.
their Sunday afternoon endures ten years before the golden goalposts go.
& that's all folks.
that's the way the last rites was did for Hector the hippodame amen.
decay descent declension devolution down.
slow Homer motion morning news now instant Amadeus replay morning sports split Flaubert screen & isolated Moses camera a.m. weather.
ah the fugue of fogs rosy with news around its red light's smilings.
an afternoon with Homer an evening with Wolfgang drawn & ┬╝d by 100 axes.
& now I need a beer.
dream dukes & such mimetic artifacts.
John Wayne's Agamemnon Rex dumb & bloody puffed up & stiff as an abandoned boot.
a stuffed shirt inside a brass cuirass 46 extra long.
his eye on the focal woman.
the she.
his sister-in-law twice over.
she who takes her shakeworld titz for a walk on top of what might as well be Jericho's Londonderry walls.
for that face that mask of virgin evil the simple eyes that can with one quick blank pan shot clip the strings of 1000 life-kites let's cast a boy.
just a kid.
with wig & lipstick & pluckbrow.
& sponge jugs kept in place by a sort of Bikejock-built-for-two.
& Odysseus O the man of the many means.
his polymechanic IQ of 80 twice that of any fellow petty king.
a taxi-navigating draft-ducker with his social security number & PENNY demotically tattooed across his unwashed forearm.
a wristwatch-busy small-time hive of foolproof watertite longrange stratagems designed indeed guaranteed to get us all destroyed.
snake-oil cure-alls big deals party favors bad puns & doubletalk flooding his bib.
& for the rest.
mercy me human running boards.
dim guys dumber than any door or night.
a.c.-d.c. football professionals with all the logic of a bag of vacuum dust.
sacks.
their Sunday afternoon endures ten years before the golden goalposts go.
& that's all folks.
that's the way the last rites was did for Hector the hippodame amen.
decay descent declension devolution down.
slow Homer motion morning news now instant Amadeus replay morning sports split Flaubert screen & isolated Moses camera a.m. weather.
ah the fugue of fogs rosy with news around its red light's smilings.
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