Friday, January 14, 2022

Carnage: It Became Ghettoes

 

I spark a cigar, reading models, the

gravid paradigm (morbid channels, the

gorilla fox, the Max Mara): men craving,

listening through graves, excited over

extinct literature (burning books, partial

pages, days at ingratiation): soiled

castle, remote horizons, precious cries

—as lives our cultures, at mutilated

genetics, at partial neurons: the scope

by the dreams, a wiggly butterfly, a

supersized roach: cabinets bleeding, mothers

to headlamps, knuckles to footlights (the

model dreaming, the harlot at remorse,

the curse of pursuing religiosities)—

I’d Save The Reader Years

    The beat becomes sickness. A long crucible—a drilling ecstasy. I was losing focus, feeling forbidden, if to self, if to mirrors. So curs...