Applying the ritual
Despair cosmetic
For the fleeting
Film negatives/
Suspended sky
—And visible wire/
Painted celestial
Onlookers have
Gathered —here
Voyeurs and converts
Furniture corpse arrangement
bolted shut—
The installation of
Endless plaque
Of non achievement
And hair falls out/
Ensnaring within
the net of Indra/
Mechanical
synaxis
Livestock
In the infinite maw/
Blackhole drool
Mise en scene
Falling
--asleep
An audience
Of stillborn stars
Crescendo:
Tulianum construct
Stagehand severed
Lines forgotten/
Memory fades black
And then this prison
Begins to crumble
Fourth wall falling–
The simple remainder
Left when one—
Tastes their freedom
And spits it out
Austerity hammer
Groveling limply at the feet of St Augustine
In desperation
Entranced by scarcity
Cannibals, sating
A witch’s stomach/
Using real stage blood
Very Satrap
Goes the cult of
Authenticity
Neglect as
Method acting
Deceiving
Those whom
You supposedly
Educate
Blood needles lung//
The plague
That inspires
A stage directed
Vector dump for
Stendhal pricked show hound
A lunatic’s trip lined with plastic
Suspended sky hanging With visible wires–
Painted— moons and neu/tron facade–
Method —-piety—- for performance–
He tumbled— through —the false—- premise
A look, a gesture, a feign
