for phil davison(my hero)

 cut glance, photomontage that dim interior

fluctuating to school hysteria strangulating 

the creative spirit, what a slut, you and me 

both penetrated by the discourse of light

energy out of bosch you recorded in

my memory, the hulking concrete bass line

collapsed my social spine and all society axe 

could grind we mutated to cannibalism

a perfect review is what i give to our 

kinds of terrorism, art social media

gutting the whale of a system outside logic

with still life witticisms from Burroughs

me your Frankenstein you directed to 

a tea, never beyond criticism but the curtains

in this womb were drawn to let the bits of light

that i still see and wish you'd talked to me

and changed me as i wished to have 

you

that great distance is reached

or maybe not, it doesn't matter

your lobotomy rewired me

with bleach,i had tea with

the mad hatter

and sift the highway hoping

sometimes they observing

will be free and live

as you did,see!!!