Hope for and hope not
I can’t help with that
academic scaffolding
My new five seven
five elephant note haiku
five seven five jug
five font bucks a month
Locals debate whether shock
wave or vaporize
Don’t stop typing to grid this
Don’t stop to digress elsewhere
Don’t stop to rewrite
but stop to reread
tomorrow Stop worrying
annihilation
just hope that it’s quick
Academic scaffolding:
schtick death to this grid

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but the grid reminds me (a) I did leave the prebepod voluntarily at least 50/50 I was not kicked out and was represented at my wedding by people I cho(o)se to hang with (b) David Phillips the one break-up I don’t remember (Annie Hawk, laugh) cleanly but that was when we were all at our worse and best acid-wise

but was reminded by latest grid to pay MORE ATTENTION TO THE UP AND DOWN re otherDavid, neither Dave, barklaughingly, every dave I’ve met

True won’t affect who doesn’t read but now that I’ve granted myself privilege to not post when I don’t want to I have no reason to not spend the time honing the post, subtler than folding the towels

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Trend chalk pious done
Not a poet in general
	but especially
	not a disaster
	poet lavishly painting
		gruesome evidence
	flowerfully stab
	by enraged stab by happy
	flowered enraged stab
	Not a poet in
	general but especially
	not quiet though I
try and rereading
know I’m a better disaster
poet trend chalk pious done

A year ago today I posted the first grid, I typed last night

Transitioning from ink and tablet journal keeping ended my ink and tablet self-portraiting because why? that’s right, fuck me

some of those early grids hoowee and quoting from links like chum, chum, like you’ll click or beg-me bait when you won’t at basic bait

I miss writing in journals and still do on hikes when Earthgirl paints, but deciphering my handwriting and editing before comprehending when translating and typing into digital, unfuck me there, I could tap into simplenote on my phone on hike when Earthgirl painting it just occurred to me laugh out loud, when have lots of days to hike the next two weeks

I started tapping at simplenote in Summer 2020 and its limitations freed me with an archiving option tablets don’t have – I can’t do anything in it *but* type and tag then cut and paste and – here’s the key – abandon knowing I reread it in a horrible sans serif font I can’t change but can control + the screen so I can read it without squinting. I build the link grids in sheets, the part that’s me typed in simplenote

The grid I realized an attempt to replace the ink and watercolor straight lines intersecting at deliberately just plus or minus 90 degree angles, once I discovered posting photos into grid cells didn’t crash my free shitlord blogging platform but did allow just one post to front page at a time and the asshole in charge of brand marketing in my head said no can do

That’s right, here’s where I talk about Tony Hecht who taught me structure liberates, freedom constricts, I think this true, and though the haikus have dried up and I seem to be following no rules now and am content with content

In any case, I had no idea a year since I started gridding and never stopped and though hooweed through iterations but I see grids remaining until they don’t, I can’t imagine me thinking the bullets before the grid should replace the grid, I can’t imagine my eyesight improving to when I desire a smaller font (push me)

No potus bishop
diagonals or knights L
much less king castles

minus shitlord Yes.
Casino Afghanistan
hemorrhaging equi-

ty its viabil
ity dry sump-pumpng its
liability

Don’t over think it
Kayfabe doesn’t break
minus shitlord Yes

I am the plumber*
invited to committees
by professionals

to describe shit-tubes’
best practices re: shitty
deliberate choke

points (professionals
either acknowledge I know
of what I speak or

forever dismiss
me (death to the either/or)
as embittered staph)

What makes a good boss
sharpest interview question:
Me, nine of ten say

*I am the polite
Bajoran people invite
to symposiums

but have no real sway
among my people* today’s
lame metaphor, gag

			signals jeff signals
			jeff signals jeff signals jeff
			ignores jeff signals

gladyskravitzing
I tweeted and no one liked
13 stopped scrolling

immediately
scrolled on. Gladys the scold
saw Samantha this

Endora that, did
the original Gladys
survive black and white’s

death? Name gatekeeping
what made me think of Gladys
and not forgotten

interlibrary
loan coordinator Scold
reminded today

phew. Gladys Kravitz,
I forget her husband’s name
I could look it up

but that research, no.
Sc(r)ol(l)d. Sc(r)ol(l)ded. So yes it’s worked
out as designed to

the clusterfuck I tweeted
reflexively at a dope
who should know better

motherfucking scold
asserts. Scrolls past his life. Types
haikus in carrels

Gulf of Mexico
on fire, ruptured pipeline
burning Triskelion

crude gallons of greed
Hurricane targeting Gulf
Arctic melting, Portland

Billionaire Space Race
Update as fucking often
as necessary

re: Washington Post
(disclosure: space racer owned)
Hey! don’t look at that

look the fuck at this!
How do you pronounce Barthelme
my latest savior

I give me until
Tuesday to fail him Shitlord
actuaries urge

shitlord divestment
from peasants, planet poisoned
should one shitlord care

My problem with line
I handcuff myself to fix
Nothing horrifies

me MOST than hear my
voicemail voice the fuck
Speech impediment

that’s Hungarian
my dad’s Serb father
called my English. I

abandoned paper
tablets I handcuff myself
I could not fill out

a blank alphabet
template but typed this haiku
in the dark the fuck

Forgive me, I’ve no
academic scaffolding
certainly no chair

you’d sit your ass on
When psyops ups the cracker
to eleven bi

den Bidenism
righter than frank, o! the the
orists (add link the the)

object subjecting
subject objecting subject
human humans hum

aning Forgive me
academic scaffolding
can get you published

but academic
scaffolding gets you psyops
jobs, a farm system

to sieve game theorists
rookie ball to Triple A
Smarts the second

plus skill weighed. Men. Day.
Shush. The shittiest humans
hire shittiest

savants who process
photographic memories
of everything read

everything seen, fat
on data they compete to
harvest for bonus

and promotion first
Academic scaffolding
softball field needs moan

daily, the fucking ladder
match, tiers, “accidental” scarf
folding in woodchip

per provost’s rat
io an academic
not savant fucks you

What surprises me
how long it takes. Since story
tellers first archived

day’s impending end
scream me this alarm tonight
It always gets worse

but animals who
can rationalize proxies
as independent

actors can enjoy
tonight’s thunderstorm, rainbow
know there’s tomorrow

No, I’m nobody
wasn’t aimed at me, shrapnel
My lords and ladies

tell me they praise me
to my parole officer,
if they do parole

officer resents
Honeypots don’t invite me
where I’d like to go

The fuck would I go?
Official stimulus should
be seven syla

bbles Our rewiring
on schedule! Me, nobody
This shouldn’t take long

Obsolete me, noun
verb, me and obsolete
Life in Obsolesceneocene
Obsolescent in life
verb and obsoletes me
Noun me! Obsolete

My badge green, I ate
the mandatory laxative
swallowed uncoerced
for $. $ needs I.
I let my dentist hammer
my mouth My $igned deal

The cracker market
never been hotter short sell
these motherfuckers

just shitlord yachtzee
pachinkoing me and you
Are these fuckers nuts?

Yes! more than us nuts
they harvest. I auto-pay
all utilities

electricity
especially my cord to you
the fuck good are lights

My reconnaissancing
me for them I type at you
Market the cracker

How can’t uncrumple
me once I do wreck not if
More poison? Fuck duh

Taugh lork wat choday
grad student researching Bond
movies, reminded

to wonder again
over/under on total
thousands of bullets

shot at all Bonds, none
of which killed him. Bond my
Batman problem: just

cap the motherfucker
Fuck making him beg for mercy, die slo(u)w(g)l(h)y in a taffy-puller
Kill the motherfucker, haven’t you been watching?

Imagine how strange
people you zoom with will look
when you can touch them

I zoom work facetime
one beloved forgive me I’m
shit correspondant

Imagine how odder
fatter wrinklier wiser
we who rarely saw

each other before
plague will judge the other post
house arrest kinder

O! Our first facial
expressions shining with joy,
weighed comparison

If in a subway
wrapper that isn’t tuna
How many years now?

That to a tweet about eating a tuna sandwich found under a car, no more details available
We are being retrained, I am asking you three times to admit it, post-Trump withdrawal
the taste of Biden chum. Mitch McConnell voted to approve Merrick Garland for Attorney General

That Vollmann Dying
Grass allusion I’m Fathers
& Crows again aight

Erase by writing
what I’ll refuse to reread
as if void renewed.

I cannot recite
a single poem I’ve written.
I pay for a cloud

to mausoleum
yesterday’s blackout orphan.
I never rewrite

abandon, a ban
on random bonded tangents.
Close the door, Haiku

I’m always happy
the day after I didn’t
publish night before

but fuckit’s buckets
my choke collar’s batteries
died this fucking plague

unlimited lack
of contact but fingertap
me up you me how

same but beautifully
strange when I hug you the first time
see a year’s difference

When was the last time
I called in sick literally?
Figuratively?

I tend to explain
what I just wrote why I turned
to haiku’s tasers
zwertzing extra breaths
before I forget what breaths
I forgot to breathe
thrilled by my zwertzing
insight lost in my zwertzing
zwertz Me! nonetheless
into my breathstream
I have to count to seven
(to pick a number)
somewhere (here is where
I explain why I explain
why I explain why)