finally i am slain by
having my armpit sliced open (i feigned death the first time but
Death always knows.)
after death/
anno domini: **** me.
when you’re dead, he says,
you can **** god.
so i did.
how, then, did Death take me
by the hand (Death
in His neon green track suit)
to tell me something I already knew?
after death you can feel
only
pleasure not
pain and i guess that’s just
the cost
of a pound of flesh
an ounce
of virginal tears:
starkly they are abandoned by
the prison
industrial complex /montage it all goes
comes crashing
down like a game of mexican train
Planes crashing into trains crashing into cars &c.
into the chaos i am flung
atop a hill and there are five
rainbows, maybe more
as dozens of little silver
crosses are fired (don't get caught in the
shot up &
flipped they
land spectacularly on top of the hill. Huge
condors I mean huge
are circling. they hoist
things, possibly creatures,
up into the air but i didnt know
what they were.
a small child turns out to be the
culprit
i think through
mind control?
the other inhabitants of the
domino city ******
each other slowly
(The old lady next door donned
a green jumpsuit, snuck
into her neighbor's house,
and attempted to plant some
weird perhaps poisonous succulents
there.
knock knock—
interrupted & the knock
isn’t her neighbor
somehow she escapes.)
disposable people jump in front of a
semi. two women,
fighting tooth&nail,
make a sudden and tacit
suicide pact & jump
in front of a car together like
two virgins before
the bomb.
this is what triggers
the chain reaction of vehicular crashes.
there are phone calls.
cell phones die at critical mo-
ments. family: all three
siblings sing
(a karaoke version of) a song we didn't know at
a birthday celebration for
someone we didn’t know you
finger him and he
protests.
everything is probably a neurosis
And from somewhere comes the word "ratiocinative"
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
finally i am slain by
having my armpit sliced open (i feigned death the first time but
Death always knows.)
after death/
anno domini: **** me.
when you’re dead, he says,
you can **** god.
so i did.
how, then, did Death take me
by the hand (Death
in His neon green track suit)
to tell me something I already knew?
after death you can feel
only
pleasure not
pain and i guess that’s just
the cost
of a pound of flesh
an ounce
of virginal tears:
starkly they are abandoned by
the prison
industrial complex /montage it all goes
comes crashing
down like a game of mexican train
Planes crashing into trains crashing into cars &c.
into the chaos i am flung
atop a hill and there are five
rainbows, maybe more
as dozens of little silver
crosses are fired (don't get caught in the
shot up &
flipped they
land spectacularly on top of the hill. Huge
condors I mean huge
are circling. they hoist
things, possibly creatures,
up into the air but i didnt know
what they were.
a small child turns out to be the
culprit
i think through
mind control?
the other inhabitants of the
domino city ******
each other slowly
(The old lady next door donned
a green jumpsuit, snuck
into her neighbor's house,
and attempted to plant some
weird perhaps poisonous succulents
there.
knock knock—
interrupted & the knock
isn’t her neighbor
somehow she escapes.)
disposable people jump in front of a
semi. two women,
fighting tooth&nail,
make a sudden and tacit
suicide pact & jump
in front of a car together like
two virgins before
the bomb.
this is what triggers
the chain reaction of vehicular crashes.
there are phone calls.
cell phones die at critical mo-
ments. family: all three
siblings sing
(a karaoke version of) a song we didn't know at
a birthday celebration for
someone we didn’t know you
finger him and he
protests.
everything is probably a neurosis
And from somewhere comes the word "ratiocinative"
it's good to be back.
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