"Whammo Ammo, the ammo of choice
for professional revolutionaries"

no thanks I'm on my motley crusade
to reach cells' dwelling (montage universe)

to praise proud trance, not witless boom
but drift & flicker
                             home
     in on beam of noble sorrow's
     anchored overture as heaven sleeps

"come close back once you held me when"
"name no longer on mail box"

water dance, shadow wash, no next time
jump-cuts, the works, vowels of hidden shaking
song of silent movie captions / captains

pick up stems of identity
                                         some time next year