each glued ochroma wall
of phantasm castle’s keep
wobbles – as it nears capacity –
like par-set panacotta –
people have climbed the slide
or rigged up netting ladders
traced a kind of hardwood keel across to the viewing post
where a spider-
eyed
collective
sanctified and hoarse in two-dollar incense
whorls, can see a filmic carnage being wrought
at the final parallel
of tents before the fence line, fence line
monochromatic paddocks, moonlike granite nodes
monochromatic paddocks, moonlike granite nodes
cratered
uprising
cratered
uprising
shock
escarpment, shock escarpment hillside
horizon
hillside
horizon
the tenor of
nightly projections.
ideologically naked, carnage
from afar takes the form of theatre
a tragicomedy in which things die
things, things, things, stage props
from earlier performances
or matinees yet to be staged –
dolls die, beacons die, tampons, perfume and g-strings die gruesomely
for a liquid-
soaked
visionary
his collarbone tattooed with a vedic wheel
in larger wheels, blurred by the distance of phantasm’s keep
destroys all he sees
uproots tents, upends their contents, human contents
carnivalesque effects, five days’ packed food
carnivalesque effects, five days’ packed food
costed
highs
costed
highs
hidden
five-hundred bags, hidden five-hundred bags beauty
secrets
beauty
secrets
the tenor of
nightly obsessions.
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