TORCH SONG 6
Decisive twist here in Torch Song 6, discernible in militaristic catalogue, ruptured by monotonous rapture of Chant and its erect directive to posture: meditatively, by pontificating-like (i.e., arms folded across chest; a – of our – my).		Did you find another – a sugary scrap – a gorgeous mistake Seek posture in chants – of our mobbery – of our moral life – of our new collar filigree – of our species pride – of our seditious kiss Burst through song – my watery one – my singular scrap