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Expergefacient MOR rentagobs
compere the googoo reveille
of soliciting R 'n' B
& commodified classicrock,
jerking the Marionettes of Mammon
back into jobscurity, from peon
dreams of dream workshyness.
Yet mad as a tess-

eract of toads how
- despite lippitude winning mainly
worms - attractively most worker zees
still view lariats of elbow-
grief, thief of metime (& zeetime).
Tho' metime would be zeetime
were I a meatpuppet of mundane Mammon.
Pinky? Perky? Nah, they're just gammon.

O Marionettes of Mammon
hustled by systemic rigging
to their appointed watertreading
rung upon
an obscene ladder
of several dozen scatmunchers,
or to their rightful lowly station
in humancentipede of horizontal promotions.

A zillion days of bumbling evolution,
Hanuman centipede evanesces into the flimsy
future. Bleedingedge of ontology
nurdle-gazes, collogues no conclamation
of Union Jacquerie in the mirror,
but sells an English midsummer's
day for a dinodollar. American Ian Beales
ply the ch'i-eating artofthedeal,

convincing kine the controlbar binds
neo-Dickensian diet Coketown puppets
not to a few cantillionaire marionettists,
but dystopian furniture of their own minds,
catchpenny capitalistrealism that mugs
'em off en masse. Fear pea soup thugs,
sweat the smallstuff, but this jittery planet
of glittery gannets

will be veneraformed
by Planet Ponzi passing as Planet Ennui.
But 1st, thick as hegemolina the sea
w/ flyfishingtipt Yarmouthgnomes,
other Anadarko pets, plasticrust-
ed plasticrustaceans. 1st,
binwaterlogged will be Wall
St., more effectively occupied. Control

bar's shadow l/ electioneerwings
of ******'s Junkers uber Deutsch-
land. Puke pursuit of loot exploits
a tier jerks cursed w/ forswinking
p-strings taut, parallel as Government Sachs.
Drudgery a tragedy we bleat terse stats
to propup, l/ the dragongob
of shrugging Atlas collateralises smog.

Dangler Atlas, Bilderberg Stromboli,
whose intangible tubby tentacles
hebdomade Hell, which superstructural
whimsies gussy up w/ Gadarene piggy-
banks' consumaspasm, or paupertunistic
perks l/  silverwarelined tabard or tunic
(to help w/ the cost of livery). Mammon-
ionettes' mecha grins chagrin

me. It's not white drapetomania'll see
me selffurloughed for foreseeable sunsets; idealist  
this Great Abscondologist: I'm no polterheist
p-string pullerman's piperspree presentee.  
Seldom is an evil puppetmaster laissezfaire.
One of the strings attached is a Corbyn sanitaire.
If needs must, I'll mitt the moolah then go.
Only zeroes dream of zeroes.
JP Goss Sep 2019
If neoliberalism has taught me anything
It’s that Love is a close, slow, and cold war
Of poisoned wells, proxy wars, and intel—
Know thy enemy, keep them closer than allies.
So close this necessary rivalry
That no olive branch can pass between
That, even in times of peace,
The light-bearing serpents
Post guard near the vaults of one’s purity
Unsure whether grain or gold
Actually lines the walls of ones coffers,
And the thousand envious myrmidons
Kept along the edges of their body’s territory
And skirt the embassy within.
Is there room in the hearth
For pacifists like me?
Or are all the rooms quartered by troops?
It’s sad to say, only the words of the cynic
Could truck and barter
Their way through the bronze gates,
What small inlets there may be,
As master seeking the slave
And slave, the master’s whips
Is a true sign of loyalty to Monogamy’s crown.
What Love couldn’t be said to be
The sadomasochism of
The corporate merger,
Or annexation
Or competitive market of ideas?
***, in the time of Smith or Hobbes,
Is exactly what we need—
Egoism allwheres,
Like so much embroidery
The love of ones life
Veils *******, a swallowing, a utility
And undoes the altruism,
Anything but all-true-ism,
In favor of the fetishism of control,
Flashed like semaphores in storm-beaten nights
To any ship passing
Seeking port and safe passage,
Exchange fire, those shapes and pleas,
Turned warnings to threats,
Sinking, sinking deeper
Into each other’s arms.
In all their plotting, do they hear
Andres-Salome, Ree, and Nietzsche
Laughing about in unburdened skin
Laughing to let the summer in,
On cart-drawn pleasures
And rustic, old-world habits
That rub dirt in the wound
Of the flesh’s censures
By the cruel absence of the lash
And the ostracon.
Akemi Sep 2018
lay low
make yourself a nervous fit
imperfect replication

here no one’s happy
staring down narrow paths
burning out the cells
lining their guts

words are worthless.
slow subsumption into academia, narrow tract, staring past the shoulder of every colleague, ten page manuscript of Foucault, perfect distillation of praxis into pure theory, words on a page, exploit the exploiters by using their vouchers at the mexican restaurant down the road, get what you can out of this ****** institution, on non-tenured, precarious part time labour, planning a 30 part lecture series in the weekend because these ******* ******* need their half a million in salaries while all the understaffed lecturers suffer, i ******* hate this place, these ******* managerial ******* ******* **** ******* **** **** ****
Akemi Aug 2018
out of arms
out of lungs
out of head
it’s an effort to be dragged
catch beneath the lock
where i tore my lid three years ago
each descent returning
spit from the cavernous body of marx

an empire of glass
the wretched of centre city
mop the open wound of 24/7 affairs
*** and grease stained upholstery
apologising for everyone else's mess

it’s blasé-faire
it’s pro-choice
corporate megaphone through the airwaves
distilled into the perfect idiot subject
enjoy life
enjoy life
enjoy life
enjoy life
enjoy life :)
the happiness industry would have you believe that all the ills of the world will be solved through positive thinking :))
NC Burch Jun 2018
trapped in consumer relations
gilded gluttons gorged
on popular culture
preservered with consumption
then celebrated with consumption
only held precious metals
smelted bars, minted coins
like plaque in the arteries
as the market beat on
Akemi Jun 2018
arduous spite
the day they laid the brickwork
and two hundred staff
we settled on the ocean’s floor
belly up like BP
too young to know
our exams had taken place
in a house of straw
<< the bridge’s broken tarmac >>
<< the oil in the empty lot >>
<< the student suicides >>

putrid crust of the imago
machinic repetition of the same
transferable capital

kingbabel.com/2018/06/07/haunt0-digital-geometries-capital-haunts-and-the-beautification-of-the-void/
UHT milk from foodbanks we drink it in the evening but we have nothing
to eat or drink the next day or the day after that
The Germans didn't lose the war to the Warsaw Ghetto
thus the Blue Nazis have learned
not to overeach beyond streets of high mortality co-morbidity
In Tory Britain they call that uplifting
O your silver spoon Sixtus Rees-Mogg

The al desko deathsquads at the DWP
sanction the scapegoated underclass the economically underactive
the useless eaters A sanction but it is a selection
for their systems of high entropy low empathy send us to drink
UHT milk from foodbanks we drink it in the evening but we have nothing
to eat or drink the next day or the day after that
The Blue Nazis have learned not to overreach beyond
the grey area between underclass and untermenschen
but let indifference borne of stigma **** us doubly
In Tory Britain they call that uplifting
O your silver spoon Sixtus Rees-Mogg
O your silver ashes Jeremiah Deen

The Garden of Eton has many serpents
that learned the Germans didn't lose the war  to the Warsaw Ghetto
The masses have a Cleckley mask The British Conservative Party
is a Cleckley mass

UHT milk from foodbanks we drink it in the evening but we have nothing
to eat or drink the next day or the day after that
Streets of high mortality co-morbidity
O your silver spoon Sixtus Rees-Mogg
O your silver ashes Jeremiah Deen
Systems of high entropy low empathy

White cider of austerity we drink it at midnight we drink it
at midday Economic ****** is an Eichmann educated at Eton
We drink white cider in the evening and the morning we drink and we drink
This Economic ****** is an old Etonian Eichmann
The brute is smooth his evil banal but this most urbane barbarian
adjusts his Cleckley mask like an Overton window

O your silver spoon Sixtus Rees-Mogg
O Grenfell austerity crematoria
so uplifting they chortle
Foodbanks are uplifting they smirk
Universal Credit is the final solution
now Economic ****** is the Master of Britain
O your silver spoon Sixtus Rees-Mogg
O your silver ashes Jeremiah Deen
Akemi Oct 2017
open home
gutter bird
head apart, apart apart

all toil, toil
sheets and time

why’d you bring me here?
we never should have arrived.
Akemi Oct 2017
no one laughs the dead houses
line the streets i
never had anything
before the ritz and lsd
funnelled into shopping malls
hypnagogic life
taught whither wither
a dying world.
corporate plazas !
police ten murderers !
food taxes disproportionately affecting the poor !
trickle down ideology !
neoimperialism !
the smashed up remains of a syrian refugee’s greenhouse !
just **** me now !

brandnewofficial.bandcamp.com/album/science-fiction
Akemi Oct 2017
hollow cardboard reach
and the destitution of the earth
and lives that don’t matter
the open wound of living under capitalism
a horizon of black spots
mangled neurons
worthless towers lined to the sky
production unto pollution
putrefaction
and the whole end
the whole ******* end
the whole
queers ***** in prison
blacks killed in custody
xenophobic masturbatory farmers decimating the land
modern death is class war
race war
gender war
a systemic genocide through slow violence
laws drafted stressing interpersonal violence over corporate negligence
social stratification
unequal access to housing, food and education
MAY 68
**** your gender binary, your race hierarchy, your CV, your Christmas, think positive *******
**** your borders, your ****-apologising, your colourblindness, your class privilege, your white fragility, your selective free speech, your hegemonic masculinity, your silicon valley entrepreneurialism, your cultural imperialism, your meat industry, your deforestation, your ******* accommodation, your debt economy, your war economy, your prison economy, your unpaid women’s domestic economy that upholds the entire heteropatriarchal world
**** YOUR CAPITALISM
precarity unto subjugation, alienation, destitution
an increasing youth suicide rate
an inflation rate rising faster than minimum wage
a lack of jobs while you tell us we’re worthless beneficiaries
a system that chases profit at the cost of existence
the entire concept of meritocracy
debt as a promise of payment yet to exist
enforced return to nothing
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of

godspeedyoublackemperor.bandcamp.com/album/luciferian-towers
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