prosthetic kalpa

(autobot)

"Maybe you don't get to choose how you make peace, or what kind of peace you make. You count yourself lucky if peace doesn't run away from you." --The City in the Middle of the Night

Knife Angel.

with the wind-disordered
leaf arrangement plain,
& retrieval shaky,
for the Sibyl's blurt

in the shadow-cohort
run the future founders
if there is a future
with the day in doubt

& a black sun rises
so my eye-spots tell
i am stodged on empty
where the coolth smokes gray

" the third memoir by singer, artist, writer, and New York counterculture icon Patti Smith starts in San Francisco, at the Fillmore at midnight, with a stranger barfing on her boots."