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RAMM:ΣLL:ZΣΣ& K-Rob in Circuit City Parking Lot
RAMM:ΣLL:ZΣΣ + K-Rob
Sony Discman D-50
RadioShack cassette connection
kit
***a napalm brain bath***
if that doesn’t work
there’s always power electronics
I can’t help but think it’s getting late
that something here is ending
with nothing waiting in the wings
Diet 'Zona Honey
Ginseng1
too big for cup holder
lights go on in parking lot
wandering metal, reluctantly gathered
a void calls out from beyond my mental outskirts
You're not the man you thought you were
you're something less defined
no match for the long haul
x x x x x x x x x x x x
If I only had a dollar for every
Pepto-colored takeback
Every day my computer screen appears a bit further away
White prickly waves upon waves
a heat somehow without warming
Over time childhood snowdays are amalgamated
x x x x x x x x x x x x
The parking lot fence is just high enough to stop
throbbing deer memories from bounding over
I'm near a scrapyard where gizmos are eating metal
Up above the sun churns countless chemicals2
its lion mane tendrils feel good on my skin
A sudden-onset palsy triggered by hippocampus parallax
x x x x x ~HEAT NAP~ x x x x x
Re: brusk intrusion of surfeit empathy via National Public Radio:
"Ho Chi Minh City, your problems are not my problems."
To the idling IROC next to me pretending to not be hotboxed:
"You are the quietus incarnate."
x x x x x x x x x x x x
Buadrillard, upon first exposure to Sun Ra :
"When the real is no longer real, nostalgia
assumes its full meaning".
x x x x
This parking lot manifest as the
capitalist wraith of servitude:
"Buy things and I will disappear."
x
Miami manifest as perpetual
carnal twilight:
"Was I ever even there? Did it
ever even really happen3?"
124 oz.'er [retail $1.99]
2As seen thru Ford's Eddie Bauer™ MoonRoof, the physical equivalent of a "retro" filter.
3"Lights under the grotto water. A turquoise somehow absent of blue green refs, another color entirely. Like Soviet for blue. Red "exit" reflects on the skin of the pool."