The King of Fashion

Against judgement

he proposed electricity

lightning

cruelty

brutal insomnia

and combat.

Against the judges

he proposed judgement –

   That he judged himself          

   was his zenith.

The pale criminal

equal to the thing

once done

shrinks in horror

from the image of the thing . . .

always running,

one step ahead,

chasing ghosts

He is given a name, and that name is judgement

“It is you who say I am . . .”

(flash and madness

dreams ricochet through darkness)

I AM THE WIND THAT BLOWS ILL

I AM EVOLUTION ACCELERATED

I AM REVOLUTION

I AM THE KING OF FASHION

(the king pronounces:)

“You dreamers, you jailers,

you cartographers, you debtors . . .

I owe you less than nothing.

Your maps mean nothing to me.

Your truth

means nothing to me.

If there are truths, they are negotiated.

If there are truths, they are earned.

Can you face

the falsity of your dreams

in the darkness of your night?

Can you be done with unicorns & Jung

& fascist bastards

who slice your body

into meek organs of reprisal

and dancing gods of debt?

Can you face me,

the surface of your nightmares,

knowing that your resolve is meaningless

because, tomorrow,

I become other?

Because yesterday,

today,

tomorrow,

I will always be other?

Can you live with me

knowing that

as surely as I can destroy myself

You can never harm me?

Can you understand

that you will never hold me?