>I am sure I will die young
…hammerbang
……hammerbash
………hammCrack
What cruel carpenter fucks near the reclined
And I know, George Plimpton finger-taps a cotton knee
In the packed back seat of a Silver Cloud
Though, having read through the obituaries I prefer
Philip’s pounding contrast, its striation
My dreams puncture film
Insecurities of proof regarding
Petty, pretty well-dressed bourgeois
Busy bosses promptly impress, remain soigné
And sew with their feet. But the ending’s neat: motion
Flickers a painted on Ka-Poe!, colors Bang!
Fall off the screen, the Rolls’ door Bang! sheds snow
The black matte inverts, awake
………hammercrack
……hammerbash
…hammBang!
I am content to die so young.