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

running 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