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A dumpster behind
The Price
Is Right
soundstage

wherein not
without Fear & Trembling
Kierkegaard speaks
of ‘Abraham’s Teleo-

logical suspension,’
breaking those few napalm bricks
of Dostoyevsky’s ethics–

the Klee-dust and ochre shards
mimicking the slot-machine
MAC-10 sound of half-silver dollarzs

sparking

between the dumpster-dive
detritus of audience pennies,
transit tokens, chewing gum.
And the spit & steel-flint dime-

nsional {sic(¥) domain sound
of phi{¥¶∆}gital punks.

 
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