one last tirade

  • a moving permanent con
    juncture moving in me
    daguerrotype sprite
    in 8bit landscape
    whose nails are flakes
    whose taut gauze of self
    with shit for thought
    sees other streamer ones
    graciously cut thru stone
    to relay what is common
    trying to hang on
    to the suns grey spokes
    in the great among
    trying to hang on
    by a screwdriver
    jammed into a power
    socket and being held
    thru the snoot
    to the magenta eye
    of the beamer
    always bracketed
    with no abatement
    in one of them nested nets
    by the arc station
    which is also about
    having a numb face
    and hyperventilating
    in a barrel and
    a safe onward journey
    and breathe normally
    burn and run
    abolish rhetoric with
    mega exaggeration
    a weak invincibility
    miscoded as mercury
    dodging the whipping systems
    randomly configured each time
    on vortex isle
    veiled in stolen stone
    to replace weight
    of vanished glacier
       get into it
    double the verge over
    to make time possible
    in the big silent bag of gab
    and acid and gas and nailbombs
    and artificial macrobe meteor
    shower against innocent ppl
    pursuing their fixations
    as we saw above
    though the image shifts
    as virus slowly covers the pane
    crushing out that circuit
    that stretched out the earth
    given the boot by bot
    which connex to prev.
    im laughing with my feels
    , bearing, in mind,
    that the nearest exit
    may open into a pyrex throat
    choking on own saliva
    tethered by a hooked
    barbed chain of indirect
    objects laid out on
    york stone crazy paving
    hence doomed to nullity
    , the marble busts concurred
    yet the more i read
    the more i questioned
    this story based on
    the murders at spurs end
    grey sheds emerge
    from grey fog
    minor yet total
    forced back out thru
    rare books and manuscripts
    to the lives innumerable
    oer horizon
    where we go then
    with wirecutters and signs
    blown over, couches dumped
    to block the completion
    of any one grammar
    as we saw above
    like the partition ambit
    of red-gold hair fire
    recommending exsomatism
    with no abatement
    to us us who
    piss on all posts
    already pissed on
    who plant new posts
    to piss on and
    take powerless naps
    on lawnless lawn
    thrumming with silks
    then wake up
    sortes rihannanae
    sortes beyoncénae
    come out pull out
    feet high up in the ground
    pay also with nonmoney
    for the sacks of white
    paint we like to drive thru
    and the other things
    we tend to name to become
    as we simulcast our
    unrequited love for domination
    live on the incline
    how it gathers at
    a certain arbitrary point
    to spazz with hetty the pink-faced
    doe-eyed vacuum cleaner
    while other paths led otherwhere
    and the dust is air-blasted off
    and the crowding chatting bodies
    who violated each other into ppl
    are etched into light
    over drinks at opening
    nth mercenary hailed as hero
    selling jellyfish just his day job
    rules of civilian slaughter
    questioned by professor
    of american global interest
    studies romping in harrowed
    open cold playground
    had his uncle hung in 2013
    after a collective hallucination
    led to collapse of the front
    other ppl in other buildings
    go thru same process
    of no moment
    horizontal sludge-puzzle
    always bracketed no
    more than a symbolic
    gesture propping us down
    feet high up in the ground
    while we mull our next
    error, this one
    minor yet total
    to be laid out
    in a play on
    a stage in a
    city on a planet
    in the distant future
    here are 6000 generations
    of electronic devices
    made of rare earth minerals
    mined by poisoned baby
    slaves for you to use
    on vortex isle while
    you wait, like notebook
    and the ppl out walking
    through games of debt and prams
    who left megamart countryside
    to be rug gitter filament
    to present in this quiet
    sprawling light momentous
    field of indulgence
    and courteously share toxins
    to right our sadness
    in the mild indignity of spring
    and you move thru too
    light as a soiled nappy
    perched unspecial thx to splint
    in its senseless breadth
    sipping faces and bricks
    and colour in the soft pleasure
    of separation and bottlenecks
    and disregarded local regulation
    beak to button beak to button
    and they have an organ
    that snatches your life
    and death and spits out
    nothing but gauze letters spent
    fuel tanks and decommissioned
    satellites to which you
    add something else
    no the other other
    mudding up my screen
    showing mums anguish
    returning from
    commendation ceremony
    thumbs hooked in belt
    to word-dart
    the dumb animal of you
    half baby half washed-up
    fuddy-duddy handled
    with kid gloves whom
    they taught to kill
    with white vinyl love
    and a certain taut
    enunciation of success
    in soft bunker of hatred
    with vulnerable armoury out
    back of the imperial garden
    where lanced lion vomits
    and what look like postures
    are forms of survival
    bodies configured and patched
    all over with wily vacuums
    faces grazed by black
    plastic and rots condensation
    fed cardboard and caulk
    with side of human liver
    sauce taking notes together
    and taking notes apart and
    scrambling to hand them on
    to the mounted slumlords
    trampling us down we
    cannot wait to know
    first exterminate
    then negotiate
    tombs strewn like grains
    of silicon, marble-still
    the welter of them
    clinking where you are
    in the exclave outdoor
    studio, making ‘work’
    before sense and after
    edging fence
    marks boundary
    between trash and trash
    but marks are beautiful
    punctuating anywhere
    in the open haunted still
    near amenities zone run bare
    as by cattle and lightly
    trashed and open and wide
    and covered in a thin
    off-white shimmering
    web of human trash
    improving dust and dirt
    with punctuation anywhere
    for the gutted griefing-chines
    adrift in total metaphor
    waiting, like notebook
    under moderate haze
    of off-white human trash
    spaced through the buss
    paperback third gear
    and other obliquities
    held out of frame
    or mounted over crossing
    as homing missiles chase
    each other some are
    passenger missiles
    service terrible
    target random
    but tickets cheap
    we continue to respond
    to the unprecedented
    with staggered gossip
    scared as catalogues
    patient as construction waste
    clinking down debris chute
    toward photocopied earth
    and its pitiless chains
    engulfed in ppl heaping
    up loss that gathers
    vanishes gathers inside
    a vacpacked latex sack of
    body parts metal vents
    plush pleats and dwellings
    made of rain-dried toilet
    tissue strung over fallen
    twigs and rolodex implanted
    near kidney field
    dumb alive and bare
    im times media
    not write-protected
    writing soft cream jelly
    from land of darkness
    forest of abkhazia
    for surveillance cameras
    i gift hardness
    to the tender of scars
    that are still wounds
    and return the stare
    of the escape chair
    on the mezzanine
    bail water bright into sea
    hold anus up to cupola
    hole that lets light in
    speed up speed up
    flash of mirrors then black