Incendiary
Cicadapaloozaburg
disciplinary
truth: it sucks so far
Not what promised, remembered
Coordinated
concatenated
cicada psalms deafening:
no Hot tomorrow
Sunday, Monday sing
cicadas or we’ve fucked up
Earth more than we know
Incendiary
Cicadapaloozaburg
disciplinary
truth: it sucks so far
Not what promised, remembered
Coordinated
concatenated
cicada psalms deafening:
no Hot tomorrow
Sunday, Monday sing
cicadas or we’ve fucked up
Earth more than we know
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
I’m angry my life
doesn’t suck enough to vouch
my constant anger
I make myself scared
laugh, I’d fold in a second
tortured, poop and pee
Happy no torture
I resent being ignored
Poke me No, wait! Don’t
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 |
Both can be true by | ||||
common denominator | ||||
neither of them real | ||||
Personally I’m | ||||
eyeing retirement, my | ||||
complicity my | ||||
blindness my in | ||||
ability to STFU do you | ||||
eleven, I seven | ||||
We’ve done the math re | ||||
tire who tire quicker | ||||
of a not dire | ||||
alarm Cassandra | ||||
please don’t kill the canary | ||||
please be fool and do | ||||
whether vain or not | ||||
keep telling the same damn joke | ||||
Still funny to me |
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 am the Picard
who did not fight the gnaw say
cans. Flag officer
not me though praise me
as one. Responsibili
ty I voluntar
ily skip and call art.
I did not lead the away
team to rescue my
ambition’s eval
tier I could achieve if max
asshole, not worth my
soul, ambitionless
since win hiking with Earthgirl.
Hugging my daughter
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) |
After the National Guardsperson scanned my QR code, my drivers license, and asked me my birthday then read the legal liability disclaimer and I was next in line for a shot Earthgirl said for the fourth time today, seventh time two day total, I am utterly fascinated by this, and I agreed, planning, coordination, an efficiently tight operation after nine months of zoom meetings with bosses who were idiots before the plague, it… |
National Guardspersons herding people through an amusement park’s giant parking lot of a cornfield maze of orange cones in freezing rain, the abandoned rides in the distance this weekend’s second finest metaphor abounding, the finest that neither me or Earthgirl could get a decent photo |
When I go self-swab two times a week at Illhoptay signage warning me not to take photos everywhere, on Saturday at Six Flags I didn’t think to take photos and I looked Sunday for posted no photo signs and saw none, looked at the paperwork handed me, not a word about photos, I know Illhoptay a private business but I am telling you three times: Last Weekend in My Trained Complicity |
Alternative theory not in opposition: we hike, we shop, we go to work in car or house, this felt like a freaking vacation, the first fucking unique, as in haven’t done *that* before day since how many months, years, before the plague? |
Kettling and retraining reminds me of my kettling and retraining |
Capitalism? | ||
You’re soaking in it says Madge | ||
Plague out of control | ||
by design and not | ||
by design by design, I’m | ||
asked to judge my self | ||
fucking personnel | ||
reviews, HR viruses | ||
Palmolive dish soap |
Fellow knobbotons…
I caught it, here, I’d say, here’s
the key the treeknob
shrine grab your beads now
and I stop to fix typo
gone Goons count on this
Seven of the thirteen
shrines installed since Giftmas’
(does that seven count?)
still breathing I want
snow the fuck is wrong with me
knobbuddies, it’s gone
I will clean a pen
so when I don’t use it it
theoretically
would ink the tablet
I don't have in my backpack
along not with my
malfunctioning pen
I deeply strained my hamstring
tripping on step stool
saved my life, forehead
melonwise split on endcap
I am grateful to limp
pleased I can still dodge
but alerted: I never
almost died tripping
and twanged an ouchy
like an old man with dry pens
and inkless tablet
Faith cannot be bought |
though fake belief can be smoked |
but not if it’s not |
cured in honest rot |
slow-roasted in extra-hoaxed |
faith of the tree knot |
Zealots can be bought, |
taught to hear each word spoken |
as instruction not |
faith, grifts’ full jackpot…. |
I’ve faith in trees, and my broken |
faith is overwrought |
but not for sale. Caught |
paying for belief I joked |
slap’s most when it’s not |
My faith leaves a blot |
in every hole ever poked |
Faith cannot be bought |
Find a free tree knot |
I still believe fool
me always faith’s taproot hope’s
baitless hook, won’t look
right side up or wrong
sideways with bleach or lye or
hint of ghosticide
I like my gods fine
I leave them alone and back
My desk is dead trees
Obamapostasy
Obamagony
Obamallogory
Obamabasement
Obamabhorence
Obamapocalype
Obamacorn
Obamasshole
Obamalcoholic
Obamavalance
Obamasthma
Obamaccordian
Obamassassin
Obamapathy
Obamalarm
Obamabsolution
Obamappendix
Obamactuary
Obamassimiliation
Obamasphalt
Obamapple
Obamarchive
Obamarsenal
Obamarsenic
Obamadjudication
Obamarrest
Obamapoliticalization
Obamadvocate
Obamagnostic
Obamapologest
Obamattack
Obamanchorites
Obamarmageddon
Obamargonaut
Obamaerosol
Obamabsolutes
Obamarrogance
Obamarriviste
Obamawooga
Obamagain
Awooga to Me
Daily: boxes still, not snakes
like I promised me
Like I promised me
daily, still not caught again
awooga to me
ignored, unpunished
my awooga, what do cops
call their sonic farts
Jeff. If I don’t read
me the day after writing
abandoning all
but awooga, read &
revise sub-awooga be
my buried awoog
a point jeff: Jeff need
don’t publish any awoo
ga before I don’t
publish old or new
awooga, don’t other do
ga-awoo & ga
wooa I’m Agoo
Pubblish this awuugu
obsoawoolete
Bleggalgaze: thank you
more than imaginary
friends not life burdens
our sweet Star Chamber
thank you Bleggalgaze: I have
never written for
me or about me
to me Bleggalgaze: orb pinged
O! my doorbell rung
reduced hi
queued three by fours
can’t bypass
michigan
motherfucking
citizen
overdoseasily
Life in the Overdoseasilyocene
Jeff, stack firewood for me or don’t bother
Consolidating
focus sucks much a shitlords’
long-term strategy
works chaos always
works why fucking pinkertons
have jobs that pay more
than mine, my clowns, my
clowns their clowns’ their clowns’ luggage
Verb: Giuliani
trump may or not be
dying as I type this, marks
baited death or life
jesus or martyr
fattens each portfolio
trump always on brand
Jeff slow the fuck down
or at least don’t go faster
buying another
church key house key work
key rhyming dictionary
a fucking night’s sleep
Down fuck the slow Jeff
faster go don’t least at or
another buying
work key house key church
dictionary rhyming key
sleep nights fucking A
It’s gone this version
Dead live, human talent
limited infinite combination
See what I’m doing
two-thirds a finished haiku
but live the third line of the stanza as sloppily as my life
I always think more
what who reads me thinks than think
about what I wrote
Reprogammed three times
every voice I hear I don’t
see a mouth move I’m
one two three four five
reliable narrator
look at me counting
Reminder I am
Trump America Master
Card Guantanamo
I will janitor
my retirement cleaning
churches I attend
and pretend belief
in their services I use
to shine mine, fooling
no one on intent
winning tolerance with kind
Precariously,
Word! Out of my mouth
I get a five syllable word
cha-cha heelingly
hooked. Allusion?
Most won’t get, the few who do
let us syllabus
Bet honest unhinged
beats unhinged surveyed programmed
disingenuous
Disinformation
here’s me disinforming me
seven syllables
unhinged from rhythm
but I can count good. Kayfabe
(you knew I’d say that)
say the truth out loud
though it goes against our faith
(I’m talking to me)
code-tapping on pipes
insider wink, sacrifice
negotiated
unhinged from promise
but – this is key – in on it.
I’m talking to me