Xenophon Kalamatiano (God)

"The hope of transcendence is in the romantic re-creation of the self through submersion in the unconscious and the ungovernable."

– John Lahr

Neon the moon

Maenads in a trance

See Gorgo

Breaking up God

As advertized

Desiccated aunts

In Area 51

Cop a lamp at

Mr. Ramblin’ Dick Bone

The wad of the living God

The sound comes out

The sense you have to impose

A clarifying agent

That has a clear context

And is clearly from a great distance

Calling all creeps

Let’s get God out of his shell

Bring the voyeur on stage

Seek the entry of the invisible one

Feed him until he explodes

Pick up the schizophrenic hotline

The chandu can do the power effete

The flock parts

A much pleasanter sight

You’ve acquired

A distorted view

The American Rhododendron Society

Presents Bonnie Ion

Wisconsin Sunday

School Teacher

Kneeling in the basement

Pythian or Marian

We smoked God

She stove my senses

Primitive all knowing

She makes french faces

A very deep hole

A bitter distinction

As tall as a city bus

What is that blinking

A few pilgrims

A few Indians

Ready to go

Into the potting shed

"This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics."

– Walt Whitman