Ozone Fault Line

“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

— Charles Bukowski





November 7, 2021


HAMMERBROOK STATION…  crisp reactor coolant sky & I wanted my I put down – influx overload! These vacuum tubes protruding red hot from my forehead – are they real? I’m going insane & it’s beauteous… Brodmann area 41 whispering oblique subpoetry… time wars on limbic slavery/ toad poison hailstones & quivering/ mushroom clouds! Sunlit subway tracks went up, diminishing in perspective… I heard the shrieking train, I could smell the ozone fault line… Doll Mother, starve my heart with your antarctic soul! Sure, cut my pain reliever with your pheromones & turn your back on our past… empathy plus delayed insight equals bitter-sweet regret… I’m picking up the mirror shards…











Anne Clark – Sleeper in Metropolis (1992) 



Peter Bies © 2011




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