w a t e r d u s t

water dust
a taste of broken lightbulbs

static play of charge
starvd vacuum licking outward

he emerges from the furnace heart
in million neon
voice like thorn a tongue
of noise to tear white chiffon

& they have entered the petrified forest
a fire made of glass shards crackling
burdock, monkshood, rapeseed
where the branches mesh like a wing

& the slivers in the glassfactory waste-pit
whisper on thru airconditioning forever
the geology of infinitesimals diamond grinding diamond
spiralinward to the blinding core

to the core of the nub of the heart of it

in night's ruind primary school of one
she dips her one toast soldier
over & over, into a dry white eggcup
hearing faintly something

or the wind \ a window shatters on the
something imperceptibly

extend itself forever out
across the perfect field

video screen showing only noise
gordon kennedy : water dust gordon kennedy : the guild of surgical alchemists gordon kennedy : for holderlin gordon kennedy : fragment morning
gordon kennedy : venice gordon kennedy : aminal gordon kennedy : harry crosby is dead gordon kennedy : spider death readymade