Bakunin and Io

Wikipedia Poem, No. 968

hoped over
derivative, io thinks
that’s wrong

eleven sikhs
in a white audi
spirit r8 tight

from a low stitch
bedtime interrogates
head and contrast leather

alive from
feeling imperial
elder foretaste

what spectator
what mortality
what sinus-drink

nothing is more dangerous
for man’s private morality
than the habit of command

spit infertile
of memory

the snake emerges
from a boiling
cup of coffee