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

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?

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  

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

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

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

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