"The Burning Head of Michael Jackson"

things i wouldn't begin to know
how to fix
proliferate
in the dull light of rainy morn
if a new thing were to come
among the ways of desuetude
a disco dancer in a patterned body-stocking
as the smog monster flows
into the heedless seaside city
and a low thunder murmurs
how dark this morning is
though not as dark as the night
that was so long in coming



13.0.0.0.0.


You Call This Progress?. (thanx Don & Jean!)


A Candle for Neda. (via #neda)


Dave Pollard's "elevator pitch". (a work in progress)


Newly discovered Beat poem. (via Fait Accompli)


Someone has spent way too much time figuring out the temporal sequence of the Planet of the Apes movies. (via Metafilter)