Trinket

Thank the angels in heaven
for a single hour
and the bizarre woodpecker
with all of its dizzy chambers.

What I mean is that it punctures all the links
to our goddamn, everloving future
with a netted, metal facsimile.

Thank the angels in heaven
for the single hour growing teeth
along the surface of a golden disc
and a crank and a gear and a comb

upon which spins a haunted and hand-painted
eye, a doxa, sexual assault,

a white figure alone on a boat with wings and two mouths,

the world bank, malevolence, fatherhood,
the clinking sound of a masterpiece
but as its miniature, sentiment of self.

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Strange and sorry bird that sings
all the holy stops of its lonely little heart

Thank you
Thank thank you angels thank you angels
Thank you angels
Thank you angels
In heaven in heaven in heaven in heaven

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