BLUE STRING QUARTET
mark hartenbach
saint ishmael splinters off
in a million directions
self mutilates
for our entertainment,
such a human thing
auto-erotic decomposition
& emanations from
soul brother number two
please please please
please bid farewell
to latches of monotony,
to neurotic exploitation,
to choreographed raindance
pearl phrased slumbering
& get it together cat
you got nothing to prove
whatchamacallit hinges
twist into reckless
mocking strays
your despair doesnąt
dazzle nor even titillate
fact is, it never did
the white house doesnąt
want your ass,
or your opinion
to overstate the obvious
or...& this is important
your self conscious
strokes of genius
or otherwise
