post-transmission from perfect visuals by anatole anatole anatole

I had a fondness for glowing holes
it ripped itself out of me
porous sinking boring holes
in my brain, rotting shoe-tied
the tetrad is headless, backward

there’s no picnic in a cemetery rule
post-transmission, post-industrial

I got her into avant-garde
film claps of a cinema sequence
the impulse in me is changing
my arms stuck in brutalist cement
with a little excitement

the factories all closed down in the seventies
the workers struck down, post-modernity eighty
a little excitement with a teenage ennui
authors and poets sorted A through Z

there’s no picnic in a cemetery rule
post-transmission, post-industrial

• Experimental
• amateur
• drones from hole
• drones from piano
• lo-fi
• Nashville