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Yesterday I posted here a poem titled Moloch which was basically me riffing on part two of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl out of my own and more contemporary experiences.Shortly after I took it down and replaced it with Quiet Fireworks.I then posted a video on the socials of a small upside down American flag burning over Jefferson Airplanes’ Volunteers.If this seems confusing, yesterday was a confusing…

photo by the author, a bit blurry because surreptitiously taken in the no photography zone of this church Fuck whoever is behind the crossbar.This is not about who was crucified and why. This is introduction to Western Civilization. Read the syllabus, do the work or you'll nevermake it out of the auditoriums.This is not  a safe space. This is the world you aspire to inherit in all its glorious…

I went online in the Walgreens app and asked to refill the prescription which, the bottle on my bedside said, had one refill remaining. The app promised it would be ready by 1:00 p.m. day after next. I call them one day after the day promised to find out that, according to their computer, it has no refills. This is the same computer that generated the label that said one refill remaining. A…

They are building the future, as their fathers did, mechanistically; not of iron with its Vulcan furnaces and miraculous Iroquois beam walkers, but out of sand. They are emptying the beaches to build the last, nth slice of silicone which will awaken and become their pet god. The ocean can’t keep up.

An hour east of the End of the World sign somewhere just inside Delacroix a city is vanishing into America, dissolving wholesale on a Starbucks blender, as if buried in the contaminated sediment of The River; a Las Vegas scale,  prime-time vanishing act in which a city is transformed into a waterfront Disney attraction, minus everything genuine, those things we remember and try to celebrate…