having arrived with Frank O'Hara
and the american post-modernists...
i think of all these Christmas
flingy flickers
lights...
then i look at the dimmed t.v.
and the intrusion
i will get 12h sleep i hope
to imitate a cat
going from deep sleep of nothingness
to some sort of being-ness
where i get snapshots of dreams
and that's all chaos
foot down first:
a hand arrives with
a thumb
by Michaelangelo's non-proof:
if i were to rewrite history
i'd paint thumb touching thumb
not index painted touching index:
there is such a flaw in Italian...
why i'm not a painter:
i have no concept of space
but time
i have no concept of colour
but sound
i have no concept of shape
because i have a face
maestro! lounder!
these ears needs to growth deaf
i show her her and
her daughter of a demon under
my command
under my leige
and she just keeps telling me:
you sent me and my daughter
a **** pick!
what the ****?!
i showed her proofs from the AI dimension
but she's still seeing my phallus:
i don't want to understand women
because i love them too much
these are my legions: honey bear
i needed to see the underworld:
i found one child
it was a brilliant experience
i thought there would be more
but then i was the beast
in the castle
and i was seeing Korean tourism explode
because the Chinks came to witness
the beast at work...

.... in fear of retaliation by the machines...
i'll save and imitate squirrel hide
and seek...
shh shh... i'll make you come
now i see
this **** in the demon mouth
as i see your tail waggling... woman:
you are winding me up
to be a proper nutcracker
with Marquis de Sade and your daughter
****** is my black cloak of Fosse
in the sandpit from the swings
i waited long enough
Sienkiewisz, Prus
Knausgaard, Fosse: Kierkegaard...
Kant and Hiedegger...

wait... i didn't make my promise and
save it...
what if i do a QWERTY double flip with
the thumb and erase
what iu just written:
it would feel equivalent to a woman
******* in public in her car
on a hot summer day
that would be my erasure:
because you just shoot juice
i shoot ***...
i shoot babies...
now that would be a Catholic
Eucharist of the Redeemed....
these Evangelical:
****** and you are the churches that are briothels...
i never expected:
your churches are brothels:
perfect... believe me...
i needed churches to become brothels:
for *** and crux...
            save,,, retuyrn...

i promise you this:
and this is that and that is there
and there is here
and here is now and now is is...
three flowers bled
on my forehead while
i attempted to decipher my father's bad
English into an invoice:
DEpeche Moded past morse
cipher...
i love you and i don't know how
you care or ever imagine:
sharing your daughter with me...
she has her cats her grandparents
and her London freedom
why take that away from her?
sure?
what wouldn't a healthy example of
the opposite *** not make ftancacies of
those Eden fetishes of the Fruit
so well preserved...

the "temptation" came:
i chose...
have these thoughts of moral oughts and noughts:
neither i's... have these thoughts
of moral oughts:
write me a dyslexic Shakespeare...
you will know why...
or have... these dreams:
touch cloud but not ask a stone for water....
touch cloud touch the stone
salt that was: elevated from geology!
seek insight into salt:
not bread as cannibalism
blood like the orchards
of the drunkards.... oil, winter,
blood... wine...

                 see me now oh clearer:
to remedy you...
i witnessed the crucifixion:
i was a time-traveller
rolling stone....
                         if that's a **** and the **** is mine...
you are but the rolling face in the drift and draft of
birds, comma,

                  i see a face
but i can't see the geometry...
         maybe some cork, brown, colour...
but then how sound dance
upon encoding:
poets would never replace
philosopher:
that affair has been salvaged
philsoophers and monger of the tribunal
of truth-belief...
together: to gather...
zu: sein:
            don't have time with painting:
shortlived
nlink og of an eye: nike blinked...
the hunt is over...
          you working two realities
or just one?!
just one?              poor you: p[riuson
for you...

                                      i don't like
Reyla to becom3 a spider
and my bedroom her spiderweb
her /barbie....
                i don't like her feeding off
and into...
the birgin beast mentality....