two poems

by Wayne Mason

Tristen Tzara Gets the Last Laugh

I am nothing/a novelty in the form of I

I of prose  and manifestos

I of factories and human comedy.

DADA intelligence mind control grinds contrary nerves.

Distasteful method writing is whichever -give weight/shows manifestos of unappreciated contrarian jive.

I self conscientiously shock time and contradiction, they invent bourgeois time affirmation cinema.

Flashes of millions of splintered images, hesitation marks plot maps of broken nerve connections of self.

Literary strangulation mirrors the breath and the continual heavy metal of myself.

“WAYNE MASON DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING.”

Tristan Tzara gets the last laugh.

Outside Factory Doors

My dreams

    cosmic, immersed in sound

   Like

            you <droning >

Falling & twisting

The philosophers know Paris in my dreams

& factories splintering into fading memories

And without 

       that flower of

          hope

I am coils, cogs, gears

Photo of Wayne Mason

BIO: Wayne Mason is a writer and sound artist from central Florida USA. He is the author of several chapbooks of poetry and experimental prose. A product of his working class surroundings, Mason is as influenced by machines and industrial landscapes as much as he is the cut-up method and deconstruction. He has used these as tools to create writing and syntactical deconstruction that has been published widely in the small press in both magazines and anthologies. 

Wayne Mason also records experimental audio, using everything from synths to everyday objects to create sonic experiments ranging from harsh noise to dark ambient soundscapes. For nearly three decades he has been involved in the experimental music scene both solo and as one half of the electronic duo Blk/Mas