Suicide’s Remix (branch6) (work in progress) Joseph M. Gerace
disappear into a cloud of those big slick cartoon bombs
pair me with the twin cities or cuyamungué flint or kalamazoo or
something coal blackboard anime avocado cowboy
self-doubt gender cowboy hunger sound of hunger
to the best of your recollection how fast
was the joke? a revolution? an iphone? (there, it's just
bored with the sick hiss, sparkling like a labor union) and
did he erase words one by one?
sparkle me on the sick risk of memory
somewhere, it's january. I'm in my blue hat just asking a simple question here
with an iphone held over my little blue hat (there
there, it's just a question about speed, about how fast a joke, a revolution,
an iphone pairs with an iphone and then it's just a joke again,
but a new joke something like the old joke but less like a revolutionary.) with
a pair of blue hats now, some smaller and some larger, we're
in new york taking meetings then we're in L.A. — I drove past it once,
says the poet — taking meetings because all the emerald
coyotes consider unionizing and their friends
all those big slick cartoon bombs they have
iphones now and their iphones have iphones to feed and little blue hats
