( via / oil painting by me )

My mother dreams of whiteness.

the news blossoms bleary
on my blown-out eyes of stone
statue of Leo Strauss
staring like jazz mazard quelled
& i ask the offspring
of the only lost released
how can i still hold you
happenstance or trap of plot

The Ancient Engineer.

"But soon we'll bonfire all his trash, tricks and trumpery" —Finnegans Wake

The Vulgar Image.