It’s like being snowed in hip to hip, thigh to thigh, at the intersection of Earth and its arranged marriage. All in all, it reminds me of that pinched nerve in the dead pigeon, and how all the world is speaking the creole of a florescent silk strewn cactus. I have covered my face with white cake make-up and placed patches of cherry rouge on my cheeks and lower lip. I have slept on my rectum. The bark on the animation tree is forming a painting. The windmills are squeezed against the mountains. They are roasting rebels in the snuffbox. I will bury two urns of ashes. But not to distinguish gods from objects, objects from gods. Jab. Cross. Hook. This is a wall of great intensity and furious; it kind of hums. This bark is just a noise this dogman spews in place of the howl that once imbued his nights with full spectrum dominance of land, sea, air, space and information. All roads diverge from Medusa’s head, I guess, or from Ashley Judd’s puffy face – now that’s misogynist. So, I mean this: Take a glass bottle of ginger ale & shake it to multiply its air sacs. Spread it across a flat surface & divide, with a razor blade, the right bubbles from left. What is your favorite hot sauce? After the great floods of 2002, the Prague Zoo became a wasteland. But then they built the decentralized subway system. It goes from California to Laos. You used to be a docent, and a good one. Time may bring oldness, but youngness is not necessarily better. Ask cheddar. It’s all good. That is, rather than bore you to death or pummel you with an aggravation-charged rant about quitting smoking in an era of runaway capitalism, environmental degradation, massive corporate and governmental corruption, envy, greed, lechery, jealousy, murder, chronic masturbation, and monks that immolate themselves to protest all of this, I have decided instead to post a couple pictures of pretty flowers. Before I do that, however, I want to say that my job periodically makes me so insanely frustrated that I become apt to resent all organic life, and I want only to be an android or a rock covered in hate gel and edge suction. As Rimbaud said, Ssss, it came out, sort of a hiss. So, almost before I knew it, I followed this with a low and guttural cough and leaned forward simply to expel some phlegm.
[Note: Sources: Deborah Poe, “Demographics”, “Unwoke”, “When I Hear Your Name”, “The Burning Question”, at CW Books (mangling, connectives etc by JBR; hat tip to Anne Gorrick); Marcus Slease, “Today I am a Rouged Dowager 1st revision”, at Never Mind the Beasts, 11 Mar 012; Rusty Morrison, “from Nowhere to say ‘daughter’ (7 In-severing)”, as quoted in John Gallaher, “Rusty Morrison – After Urgency”, at Nothing to Say & Saying It, 11 Apr 012; Eileen Tabios, “MIKE TYSON: A POETICS (#1)”, at The Blind Chatelaine’s Keys, 11 Apr 012; Heather Christle, “The Seaside!”, at The Offending Adam, 2 Apr 012; Travis Mossotti, “Howl in the Key of Blue”, at The Offending Adam, 26 Mar 012; Tom Raworth, “Stridulation”, at The Offending Adam, 12 Mar 012; Bruce Covey, “It Might Take a Long Time to Partition Googolplex”, at The Offending Adam, 27 Feb 012; JBR, but see Jender, “Ashley Judd … On Patriarchy”, at Feminist Philosophers, 10 Apr 012; Sean Lovelace, “Some have serious heat. …”, at HTMLGIANT, 11 Feb 012; Elizabeth Knapp, “Ark”, at The Offending Adam, 13 Feb 012; Aaron Belz, “Apes, On The Loss of a Finger, & Angels”, at Joyland Poetry, 11 Apr 012; JBR; Jono Tosch, “flowers are so fucking pretty”, at Oil Changes, 11 Apr 012; ad for a Bissell carpet cleaner, seen on TNTHD 11 Apr 012 approx 7:51 PM PDT; Leslie Scalapino, “As Rimbaud said, I thought today sitting in the library / absentmindedly leafing through a book on the habits of birds, (from Considering how exaggerated music is)”, as quoted in Michael Kelleher, “Aimless Reading: The S’s, Part 9.1 (Leslie Scalapino)”, at Pearl Blossom Highway, 11 Apr 012]