Ho|ma|ge
to the Eschatology of Spam, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Librarians
The eighty librarians are
incomprehensible.
They draw diagrams of their glorious
retrospectives,
their penultimate reversions. Like Cain,
they are as
incomprehensible as a spade. Do we
denunciate these
eighty librarians? They are as
incomprehensible as
Prokofieff orchestrating Idiot with
Spade.
Do we decipher from their being
handicapped with canes
that it is an ampersand to something
else?
It is important, but incomprehensible.
Aenid
This month’s built-in cliffhanger: a verbal
punch
from a steamy stenographer incanting Adolf,
her drunken handyman. Once a lapdancer, Sue
incants her silly drunken Adolf!
through a loudspeaker, loudspeaking his
slippage,
his handyman’s perverse Aenid
He is inelastic.
A jesting slippage? A gap. She loudly
stenographs
Aenid!
Story
of Bend
Endogenous bend -
primordial parabola - as farfetched as
a davit from which to hang and mull
on the juice of neurosis.
Bent to a moronic
juice, primordial,
the hub of its
farfetched parabola,
this rotund saga.
Bias
Imagine how diabolic oration flattens
a restoration of the larynges,
the authoritative cackle of bias.
Transference
advises such autism of restoration,
flattens translation to a peep of
moon, ditto zeroed.
It’s a modern cyptanalysis of a gripe,
of self-bias:
translates to zero.
Congeniality
Say aloha to the legacy of a congenial
athlete who fondly whipped a
councilwoman (a buffoon,
wrapped up as dapper as a man in China).
This congenial destiny. How to wrap up
the anniversary
of such descent?
A graven image:
athlete on lithium – feed, toss, hit.
Congenially dapper?
It involves woe.
Bufflehead
Bufflehead the quarterback
with his prosthetic head,
godparent to a seltzer,
taxis on the runway of his own travail.
The brinkmanship of Bufflehead:
a tramway to his own shouting verdict of
fingertip domesticity; emulates
the sequel to his daydream,
his own clientele.
—Mike Ferguson
