The Gate of Extinction, image by Daniel Y. Harris
from does anyone know the plural of coda?
if so, keep it to yourself
no one likes a smart arse
especially one producing more than 6 tons of carbon a year
YOU GAS MACHINE YOU SHITFLINGER YOU PLANETDESTROYER
with your business-as-usual face
your legalese fashion chic and your
in-the-closet diesel sexuality. believe:
there are no spaces left in the car park for you
your plane crash malaise—your stench
follows me into sleep.
your hard race to nowhere’s bottom
your burst of pointless energy
and po-faced seriousness
take the corsets off your languages’ apologies
but not like that.
no one said you were supposed
to do that.
the only thing worse:
you, when you leave the light on
in a room you’ve vacated like
you were never really present in the first place
does anyone know the plural of coda?
shut up who asked you?
with your petrol-eating grin
and your carboniferous hate-crimes
also for the record
you disgust me with your cravings
seriously, what’s it like living
so deep in stupid?
you disgust me so much
you philosophical buttonbrain!
if you know what the plural of coda is
keep it to yourself
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does anyone know what the plural of coda is?
because i really don’t care, even if
you got here using public transport and you’re wearing
vegan shoes—that means nothing
the difference between a jackdaw
and a crow
is like the difference between renewable electricity
[oh my god you’re so boring]
you think they’re vastly disconnected images
pebbles in the same stream are still
pebbles in a stream
and you’re all disgustingly greasy monsters
trying to wash in that same stream
all you’ve done is
kill the fish
is this beginning to sound like a pluralist coda yet?
this poem used to be full of images
millions of them, some as yet never thought of, but
because you’re such. a. bastard.
i deleted all of them
you don’t deserve images
(call it an allegory, if it helps you sleep
but i hope it gives you nightmares, shitwad)
that’s the new definition of environmentalism:
detechnologise your life
does anyone actually know what the plural of coda is?
when you cross a meadow
you shed apocalypses
have you ever thought about how many bugs you kill
spread out in a park
on a lawn
in your bed?
when you drive to work you exhaust
dictionaries full of expletives
there is a coda to this one
it was in my dream
the other night:
John Goodman, in a river,
the river looking like
it might explode
in slow moving
coming at you
for a hug.
if it doesn’t make sense
try pulling your thumb out
then putting your head in
seriously, if you’re still thinking
about what the plural of coda is
you’re part of the problem
when the Malthusian population crash hits
you’ll be twiddling your thumbs
at the cashpoint / supermarket / local council
looking for typos in the sudoku you can’t solve
you won’t last six weeks
and for those of you still wondering
what the plural of coda is
here’s a poem with full rhymes
and an image:
extinction extinction extinction
about the image
because you disgust me
you’ve been rowing in tennis whites through foodbank cities
wallet stuffed full of credit card shivs and financial protection plan tabs
you’re carried among the rest of us in cradles made of bank notes and babies’ bones
capitalism’s stance toward reality trumps the orange halo of the watch towers
where the last dolphin is sniping down on your credit crunch German Christmas markets with an M82 Barret 50 cal made from freely donated whale cartilage
you disgust me
more than i disgust myself
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