[Are you feeling sad, supplanter?] (revision)

Are you feeling sad, supplanter?
Maybe you sat in some water
Where do you go when you close
your eyes like that? Upside
down greenness? The archive
of fang? By now you
should know: don’t eat the rich
without the finest salt     in summer  
on the horse-dotted shore
a further feeling dashes–purges still water
fuses dread to remember: don’t read Moby Dick
without slow dancing first in a suit 
of slugs		Incandescent names slime
our mutant maws	Don’t sic
a redwood forest on a declared American
the lost is cause	To love is to become 
heavy dripping leaves	why I in my bog
avoid fervencies 	radio frequencies
closing my eyes
for any extended period on this forlorn planet
lest some vibrational entirety reign

	

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A screen hovering above                                                                                                                                  
hi-beams loops 
vaguely familiar people 
eating cake with their hands 
and no utensils
in an Olympic sized pool

The caveat being beware the lyric I 
debates that don’t consider the I
as the state would have it

In other words ACHTUNG 
rats disguised as dogs

Who did this to rat? I meant rote.
Murder she R-O-T-E which is 
the tossed TV on the shoulder
of Route 80 in old PA
flickering from snow to a bitch
regurgitating for her fluffy pups
the freshly dead

At just the right moment
my mother fed me to the wolves
It was our harmonic courage

Our tags said 
O DEAD BAD AT DEAD

Dissolving is the victory