maggots & fire

maggots will take you for what you are
unless you go the way of fire.
we're none of us christian anymore:the body
intact on judgement day?

who among us thinks the flesh will animate
& dig up out of earth as trumpets
tootle in the sky?no one here,not you,
not i.wash yourself with fire when you die.

lines

anachronism

it's hard getting woad into a line now.
saranwrap fits the time more neatly.
paint on my cheek as blue as my heart,
sealed in plastic.fresh as a wound.


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eye surgery

such a pleasure,my new plastic lens.
ready for gunplay on parnell bridge.

lines

i hadn't been in church for so long
i feared i would combust,begin
speaking in tongues of fire.but
we weren't there for god.you
were there for music,some
stolid irish slag,burl ives
for the 21st century.twas
a long way from tipperary but
i enjoyed the call-&-response
warm-up,a european attempt
at gospel.watching berliners
try to get down,heh.& you.
i enjoyed you.

integrity

who's making literature out of this madness?
who is pouring the concrete of diaspora into forms
that can hold it? who understands the warp
of the brain that composes in psychosis?nobody

i know.

lines for national poetry month composed abroad

another nutter mutters
at your dress.you:animosity
in drag.i love you,hag.
were you ever young?i never
was.i'll put a bluetooth
in my ear & natter through the day.
we'll ride the 83 to kreuzenfeld & play.




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the casual laziness of american lines:poets
who never learned their latin.it makes
for lazy causality.new york school I'm
talking at you.& beats & brutes &
whoop-de-doo.

neo con

houellebecq punks the world with pretense
of nihilism,jesuit in skunk's clothing,will
'rediscover' a grand old faith soon enough:
a few old men in dresses will pretend to care.

shuffling

what fools these corpses   :animated
for a time,wind up the ass & tongues of air.
at some point it's all just words.your flesh
a word to me('love'),your hand in my hand.
that sparkle at the edge of things:the reality
of orgasm/or medications in confusion.
let us medicate upon these things:the code
of anti-anxiety,anti-oedipus rewrites our lives.i
don't know what/we will be/when we emerge.

rip

you've stopped alarming yourself:siren on the rocks.
it's impossible to lyricize your death.
foolishness of 'the gated community'.safe,
fortified with alcohol,prescriptions of sundry
sort & gunz.gentlewoman.i'm not blaming
the victim but wish you hadn't gone back
for your clothes.wish you hadn't embraced
false security,hadn't wandered through
a pretty maze,with a well-alarumed fool.

unruly/unholy

acolytes of no-futurism
pourers of language
mixers of sand & water.
the earth is hard.fingers
press against concrete.
we are post-hope.
the real is ephemeral.
the eye in the sky is not a god.



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i'll write a lengthy screed on 'manifesto',now
a vilified word,& why 'conspiracy' is now a joke.
or i'll visit my provider & confess
to dark thoughts.we have a pill for that.

lines from 'unruly/unholy'

memento sum mori

you're all going to die.before that happens,some advice:unleash
your skull with fermentation.grab hold of desirable bodies.
reproduce.don't forget:clothes make the manacles.

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encomia

personal names will be given in the old norse font.
tresspassers will be shot.
a penny enslaved is a penny burned.
destroy the world of the other then shoot them at the border.
walk tonight in your neighborhood:bring your torch.
london's burning.

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unholy

my enemies have joined the church.

i would be on the side of the antichrist
if i believed in the antichrist.

i'll fall in love with this pope
when he acknowledges the church
is a dress-up scam:hocus-pocus flimflam man.

your texts have interest for the folklorist & the philologist.
the rest of us would do better studying math
& music.