A Put-On, Put On
I'm a Blind Spot
deep in December;
my head putting on a face
Slavoj Žižek says
that when you look inside your skull,
there is nobody home;
just a Slab of Meat
I'm enacting the side-effects
of alleged individuality;
a Persona
that is a put-on, put on
You & I are put-ons put on
A Wildflower and a Raging War
have the same unimportance,
the same weightlessness
in the Great Go-Away
I stray along the Songlines
of my Dreamtime Walkabout,
swinging my Bull-Roarer
Found Objects & Readymades
team up with Jackdaws & Ravens,
Bardo by Bardo
I unwrite Invisible Poems
in the Darkness of Black Stars
There is No One;
my poems thud
against the Haushofer Walls
of the Long Last
Avalokithesvara & Kuan-yin
sit with me in my burning boat
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2023-12-02 at 09:47
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