Click me to see the millennia’s most compelling afraid what do you need firefox island rejoice in the pocket watch of nine hundred exhibits i deeply appreciate filling the gaps o herr doktor heinrich goetz of denton texas frank castle o’hara who wore it best you did.
Earth less one sloppy prandial on that we clouds agree pleasant as frying eggs pierce deep in the sun stunting up on god o such gentle affect rains down on sissy show something great men misheard lies among the once stroppy prandial on that all clods agree.
But what does it mean the guitar drones too loud what says the producer if a producer was involved at all in these cai guo-qiang epiphanies of cookie dough pit bulls leash themselves to the intersection of two corners arrive with incredulity at the real problem which looks so much as the fake problem is cautious therapizing the shadow in immense holocausts of cruelties the poor shambling well off gone feral in the face of a mirror act struggler struggling causing others to struggle with a crank of the barking knob of it all laid bare and flattened to cliche they shrug you shrug i shrug.
Think we have the same toothbrush oh my heart is already beating let me know what color chair you like prevent the sweat can you tell i’m here that’s boss love the motion the sense of transformation hubie needs his check bro the most powerful formula ever created modern cartoonists draw eyes with a drug addled weariness that betrays the modern lights surge up and down a horse that isn’t real comparing the warm sun on your back to my warm hand on your back seems unfair like i was giving too much away.
Strangle me in thee ballistic aire of boston electric gagosian of invalidating fences employed to describe whatever you desire preprogrammed plague innocuous hebrew pockets distributed as though sewn into the bottom of the ocean by whom unhinged shocking applier of starts and brakes over intelligence or proximity america decides everyone was used to the name en plein aire so you see this house of email abuse so you bought a pound of nü modernismo but received a decorative set of abbreviations yes my father owns the gallery yes his father owns the studio storm clouds gather overhead tho not for us lol.
Flick of the wand jammed through some other preferably one who softly glimmers of affection rolls out to sea the only way to drink an ocean is to pain the wound the only way to ensure the wound is to be kind to lay beside preferably when tired and open love and bed stain bed clothes memory blindness must be taught.
i don’t want to hate read
your big bang which is to
say i desire to sniff your
every sip of coke carry you
closer to the end of beer
of coffee of water i am
formally interesting of but bereft baked
into obsolescence the right hand no
poems about rain when i drive
the scents enter and exit like
coffee shop customers once a virgin
always a virgin no leatherback sea
turtle devouring a jellyfish have a
strange obsession strangely unobsessed i was
a bad translator and a hell
of a stylist trapped in colin
powell’s test tube not being dramatic
when i say the light dims
vibrating elements start a tv network
arch of river-wet stones above creek
in vermont if you don’t know
the noun its sentence is alien
and uber modernity says don’t slow
america morphs individual identity to bludgeon
america grafts vision to formula warmachine
america was nowhere america had nowhere
display in gruesome on
performance in gruesome at
performance their shadows mingle
bottom reach for one
their shadows above gush
for one another of
gum pink above gush
french’s classic yellow of
gum above unintentional of
classic yellow constellation above
can you see? the
above two men can
see? odds two men
by the woman odds
come here to know
by the woman dancer’s
you’ve come here to
drip but dancer’s legs
what they need to
drip but repetition repetition
say what they need
say can be its
language repetition repetition repetition
of grey shadows can
its own language perform
of grey shadows gruesome
perform display gruesome display
please o god help your subjunctive soldier offer up one original thought
before moving on to black coffee rising to meet morning disassociated
walking dog blue-striped potential-of womanly veil of soul-making
one must have ample reason and the right instruments to break this silence
real question what system gotten oneself into legitimate danger from
answers to deeper form of question dark web hits fashion subliminal
advertising models come go sticky anywhere but there/their blood thirsty wild
board memory of japanese steel through pink paper time slips frame
every once in ochre while please body of clay this is me begging
hung in the shadows
on the western wall
emerald cone boasting corona
of dipped lunatic cotton fails
serially with each attempt
(once every three minutes)
to intellect through short
dire sentences despite being broken into
labium labrum maxillae and mandible
the discourse remains functional
powered up and spread warm butter like the sun
like the museum’s most popular gallery
quantitatively as the reader fails
to consider commerce here the radical mage conjures
a million jerry saltzs dehydrate mutants
no geiger counter for this
kind of subjective observation
through a starbucks window
clearly the majority look onward and upward
while elements class traitors sift
form from function and some nonzero number
of postdocs see a leg and writhe in pain and some
nonzero number of highly marketable postdocs see a shark
skin wallet and movement becomes impossible
consider minus zero as a vector of possibility
a long time ago lived a lengthy brass ladder
known for lying who unscrewed
an exit sign named piero manzoni
the ladder was high as fuck and craved a little zappo
critical discourse emerged simultaneously from the academic journals
commonly read by building inspectors
widely known to be bad men damp
men with all sorts of wicked contradictions hammers
hardhats marshmallows cargo shorts and bibles held
to account hauled up by their judith butler-lookin lobes
tonight is the night it is impossible to judge these men
at this hour but long ago judges went unmoored
a mythological tap of little sausages enticing a blue arc
back then everything was faked
everything was cheated an ounce or two everything
surreptitiously observed and tweaked
their values modified until reality
felt just about right
without transubstantiation of the aphid
this reality slithers from open space to open source
its brand much improved especially popular
among college educated white liberals aged 18-24
who earn each rostrum feeds then snaps predictably
with a super majority obeying basic digital commands
retweet unfollow promote accept all
the role of the curator has changed
for the wurst since wuhan
impish discursive corona dip
thineself ankle deep
into serious intellect
unbreak your reader
fall from function
into a nonzero bouquet of legs
move only when movement becomes impossible
my love
uploaded virus
unlocked door
can of the artist’s shit
save my planet
one salsiccia at a time
Contains a modified line boosted from VFX artist Matthew Wilde in Simone de Rochefort’s article “Why the bottles in Half-Life: Alyx look so dang good,” published Jan 6, 2021, on Polygon.
