Stultifera Navis, image by Irene Koronas
French cut, homogeneous melting pot; the muddy black
gut of American subcultures. Candidates
do not ‘’comply,, do
not reciprocate tense
terse phenomenon it
isn’t what signs come
in waves of fatigue; below
the threshold of
modern pop-culture seance;
bring me to your
bit
by binary bit bucket
seven
is the new nine, six
cradles
the cat, does not
define
soliloquy as death
what once said Hamlet
to
Ophelia the tie is broken
and
shattered are the principles
of modern mathematics
so many sainted men all
wanting
not, waiting not for the
Holy Ghost to let them in; all
white
‘’like ghosts themselves,,
A third of these sobriety tests; and prayers
unanswered, ‘’is there a God,,?? adjusted
medications play at the background
of a
holistic surge meant for backlit
garbage
collection; like in the Java
kits they
brought to us in school
what a
‘’hoax,, my fame; my so-called
screaming
army of transcendentalisms
nauseous so-called hyper-active thyroid malfunction
So the birds in my vacation home can breed; falling
out of their nests and getting trampled under foot
A heritage of
little pets
dreamed a horde
of cats
no oxen or fornicating
pigs
unmarried mares;
swept
linguistics beneath
the rug
binary,
trinary; quaternary
six pence
none the richer;
and in her song,
I feel
reconnected with
your violent
storm, a suicidal outburst
of creativity
but even the kiss is
unrelated
I want to birth your
condition
give life to
your mess of
film and aperture;
‘’Sorry for the sleep that took me under,,
Catalogue
plain white
pages
turning through
blackened
night; I can
only
make out our faces
a
predictability of concert
and
shame; no more control
just
a fixated point where
two
bodies hover, waiting
for
the end.
Diseased feral cats walk through
walls
substance could curtail the driver’s
meditation
formulaic reciprocation
of posture and
identity; the heartbeat
with several
reconstructive
surgeries foretells
[[ Closing the doors to my enhanced sensory perception ]]
‘’This is his body; and blood,,
in one small disc of consequence; take it or leave it,
the identity of mid-upper class white male homicidal
tenacity, pitched forks water cannons
‘’I’m not a Nazi,, she says,
hanging up her vote in the closet
but the pressure is on to redistribute
the pinions and the gear shift makeovers;
Harangue at the audience of clusterfucks;
‘’this is my diocese,, deliver me from
everlasting hellfire; knock the doors in,
claim I bleed several heliotropic guernseys;
mockery at Standing Rock, to place
monastic pipelines which bleed black
The Second War for the Fountain of Youth
A-symmetrical geo-political bastardized forms
of cardiac arrest;
turpentine cosmology packed with blazers &
interested propaganda short order home cooks;
imminent
demise
corruption
of a
headlong
mainstream
commitment
process
How I long to necessitate
consumer’s
hypothetical reactionary
foreclosure;
‘’With this wheel,, I
now pronounce you
man on wife; crushing, bleeding, self-inflicted
—Maria Morisot
