Today, I, splintered flute, refuse to entertain you.
I prefer the sky drained,
electric bulbs to cry
on the landscape.
I am the dauntless Lord of a tray of aspic.
I shall burn my disgrace with madness.
I who poked my own name
am a finger at your last judgment.
Those with sunken noses know
I fear you no more than a throng.
I contemplate so often ending
your coarse vandal days.
A farewell concert with the bullet.
Mayakovsky’s Eye is a Collage poem composed by Dave Lordan out of sentences culled from: