/
facts seem to alter w/ an altered voice
as one counts capital backwards / i didn’t know
it was raining / dank advancing
comfortably as fish to the various electric musics
that echo thru the deep state/
polished spherical men playing windy clouds
are all mad / senators ambassadors
rank w/ leggings they litter the centuries
/ death walks behind dark cars / the royal party of new
arch opera has taken five/
we’re all squeezed rather tight / damp & massive
a thunderous sun shines on my left
/ dank green links jam / mica-glittering w/ a thousand eyes
the vast murmur makes
no sense of the behaviours of/
these people / whose land isn’t a nation but a family
quarrel / who govern fortunes / twenty+ mill
it’s nothing to do w/ me
little electric teeth & eyes i keep
forgetting that i come from another planet/
it exists only as a sphere of heat / conditions
were a bit adverse / fantastically
i wore a frozen pond facial mask to protect my lashes
from infringing on the law of cultural
embargo / mindspeech is the only thing i have to give/
the other workmen here / a swarm of fleas
plank together / i ask the pinkish colour to my left why
/ annoyed by my sense of effeminate intrigue
& having said he & his the dank man
answers we use the blood of ironic animals/
i was trying to speak insipidly / face all webbed
yet everything i said seemed to take
on a double meaning every tooth seemed to have thirty-two
meanings praised by poets establishing lunacy
in a no-doubt age / ungrateful/
power has become so subtle & complex a thing an
augmentation of character gives reality success
/ nothing succeeds authority
as surely as the sun even as i think this
the world’s sun dims / rain spatters/
it’s expressions are political not poetical / casts
a shadow about your mindspeech
not only insane but stupid
/ looms in a dank snowy jumble / my boots
crunching on thin bits of moon litter/
what is a friend in a world where any friend may be
a lover at a new phase of the moon
neither man nor woman / neither & both
cyclic & lunar / metamorphosing under the hand’s touch
we were both still stiff / changelings/
in the human cradle / i woke & heard now ticking
thick & soft / that day we skirted was
a result of the elliptoid orbit / a slow bleeding away of light
into dankness about the size of a fox
/ can’t count on any sun to dry things out/
night got severe / i lay awake in a queer kind of ship
loud w/ rain you had a bad night
what happened?
ahead of us below sealevel lay twisted silicon
valleys / black cindercones //
i insulted him deliberately / belly-screaming frozen rain
the machine conceals the machinations
that obscene heads perform in public / my temper
cooled / the sound of the wind seemed like the sound
of the wind / lukewarm & uncommitted/
proud umbrageous men come out of stasis
applauding my quickness to reply bright-eyed
in such a drenched public
ruled by fog & fear / they can’t
keep all their offices straight / over in Internal/
the historical equivalent of a prime minister
wilts like a radish leaf / the crowd in the bank are content
but i am alien / bored / sweating like ice
somewhere on a dark web
in the sun / i fail to appreciate the event/
what one is after when farfetching is
control over communications
the government can check not only act but thought
they fly in machines like cars /
i am talking of some crazy murmuring/
lie / several inches of sound
dead white under grey-blue skies that swallow
/ a great hoax cooed & muttered
& i held on to my point
of abstinence / for us to meet sexually/
both in exile / would be for us to meet once more
as aliens / the possibility is awesome
would take time & money
& all traffic is on runners in the winter
anyway / frankly asked i can’t/
not impersonal & not only political
it’s individual it’s personal it’s both / more & less than
we & they / i & it / i & thou
not political not pragmatic but mystical
not a body politic just a mystic bot/
on a mobile / i write to be writing
in little transparent boxes / the light of my mortal
vanity / the nearest to crisis
that our sexual desires brought us in the cut-up
night was an old word for shadow/
the trouble is of course is that he is
troubling in his curious fashion / strange
to be spread & to never know the sex
i was afraid i would laugh at my own alien gentleness
/ my ambisexual face/
during long heavy talkative parties w/ cubed hyperfood
my soul’s a frozen barbarian / is considered
execrably vulgar for talking business while eating
my averted face is mostly sand & rock but nobody’s yet
explained me away as a ghost/
ignorant of the uses of zero
members of regressed societies can’t mindspeak
i began to feel like an athiest praying
deaf & alone in a universe filled solid w/ small stinging
grey matter i walked on / home to my island/
dank shadows under cheekbones looked
like what i looked like
no amount of shock awe terror disturbed
luck running / turned out the light
sliding into sleep as a swimmer slides into dankness/
the holy wingless flowerless world thickened
brightness was gone leaving nothing
no sky no horizon no shadow / the illusion was so complete
i had trouble keeping my inner ears from turning
into black tentacles/
the President was obstreperous
his lunatic business of artificially created orgies
locked up all the stars / as well he might
total interstellar love-life gullibility / it’s not just
a stupid joke i know/
how sunsets in autumn fall
on their side / how rivers cease to love & rocks
make a virtue of self-love / lit
is the left hand of dankness & dankness
the right hand of lit/
insofar as i can love / i tried sending
slick blue stuff / recalling what my duck had told me
about the occurrence of dream-messages
among pre-telepathic peeps
but it didn’t work / the new is tricksy/
scrolls up trees from the flaw of the south
makes banks shudder / it snows
surprise & pleasure
still brooding / how can you doubt
random mutation / the chancier the betterer/
autumn was facing my sexual cycle as it hung out
of an extreme drain / dank energy
necessitating a sort of collapse
nobody & everybody was responsible for
my fog-ridden hills & beaches / i swiped anyway/
smoke panted from fiery mouths
the afternoon limped like last night’s glacier
b/w two monster volcanoes
b/w us rose love
sugared & w/ paraverbal speech/
glitchy / we screw on thru space
among great lumps / ravelling & unravelling
long & late / till dank
in other worlds in other words
out among gentle complexifying stars
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