​[SLIPPAGE] no. 3 | summer 2014 | THE CONFLUENCE OF SCIENCE AND ART
Dig It Thomas Piekarski
Rip the circuitry from its guts; recycle
It as dream waste. Make memories from it,
Give it a name unlike gizmo or gadget;
Don’t train it to do robot antics. Defrock it;
Pull the nails out of its hands. Bless nothing
If not the nothingness light is. Bear blight
As long as breath holds sway. Boil oil
As the lamp dies, out of fuel. Dry eyes
That clamp the music shut. Sing sweet
About charitable apricots you plucked.
Bring a heavy ball-peen hammer; pound
Blood into sheets and brand it thought.
Stammer whenever a word enters you.
Clamor for fury only fire can provide.
Deflate innate fiction fizzling; dig it.