Zach Hamilton

Jar# [1.]
From A collection of jars
 
 
Caution tape/ receptacles, edges of receptacles.
Circus of receipts,
Hollowed out gumdrops in rain/ windows as speakers
Film and chewing gum,
Pens and reference tape diverging
marble,
outer space lows hovering over in glass,
with reference lining,
(for insides.)
 
Ask bar-code what not head/ five face with tea? He told me that
the child lingers there, teething on
the blue circle and video installations, with the marble, in a reference
tape to booze hound bonkers!
 
Society put on pink slippers for the forest looked kindly at them
and then left the base?
Through the wings in their spine two symmetrical
doors. We became a glass outfit in a vortex, the one we found that sings
yellow and places things into your pocket.
They tell me this from in a saxophone:
 
“Your life is a contradictory statement that is, or seems false. We define
your world.”
They tell me this from inside a clarinet:
 
“Your life is a lump in tangled thread.”
Tying together, small groups. Hard lumps in the fiber of a chess game
where a branch has grown. Moldy banana brain: one nautical mile per
hour.
 
 

Jar #[8.]
From A collection of jars
 
 
Foam coil molding / numerics fixture,
flushing gargantuan mucus in a ship.
 
Cream drool folds under the satellite.
Down the side hatch, labeled [1.2] (thirty.)
building robot arms.
Foam insulation shields
move under site,

Woman from the bunker
hold neon floats
made of cyborg engineers.
 
Systematically they implant 13 rows of
meshed tube in lymph nodes and attached fat cells.
 
Then albino's from the wood work tie up silver/red ribbons of fiber light
sleeping at the members cell.
Thin cable blinks the logo in a simple 1.2 rhythm
following the neon blimps. Members cell.

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