ILLUSTRATION OF AN AMERICAN THEME

the

man throws his infinitive arm against

electric squall & cornet platinum

spurts of bodies bust in the wetness

of their selves & pheromone voodun

separating & coalescing without form

while harpoons of India Ink

pierce the dilated eyeball

with blacklight

I, a son of the sunball

of baling wire & bass bombursts

walt whitman — of Poets a Chronos

at a Manhattas crosswalk

shining shoes of migrating feet

& the spinning tires of mad cadillacs

I, allan ginsberg, a nixon of kosmos

a bare memetica in transept tympanum -

of enamel & aluminum paint of canvas -

like a lightning bug fertilizing

the spark plugs of Pollockian Cathedrals.

I am flinging up the wire confetti

of Neural Brooklyn Bridge

to the soul of every woman

I am spinning about a great hula-hoop

of Good Vibes

within which the dervishes of Rave

are likewise spun

by their glandular batteries

This poem was written by IG Agent 18.

Author of The Mixtape Of Taliesin