Staggered obituary

Global aquifer turned into local mall water fountain
Cracked open like eggs of nuclear waste from nevada mountains
What’s the signature? Natural pigments of spoilt lignin and ligature
Stuffed back into doll fabric with gall to call self the king of whatever we build cities for

Read what is written in wide words
Never question intentions, give benefit of belief suspension to divine slurs
Spoken word made material, no one knows what this exercise will be achieving here
Comedian in morose obsidian medium wondering why the laughs aren’t more immediate

Here lies the poet
Writing to low rent loaned ego which owes debts
Began as excuse to prove
its possible to write in a regular groove
for those who want to be confused by the espoused views
Ends back at the loop with objectives torn loose, dead, of no use, no more juice, abruptly concludes

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6 million ways to have an out

A listicle subsidised enterprise where one enters and at least 7 reasons listed to die
The CEO’s slice pies with murder weapon assuming it will be never their turn to reckon with a general strike
So take a ticket too or take a hike, pay grade on scale scooped from tips on likes, shares, and ad eyes
Even d├ętournement becomes front page ornament, a self aware torment prized beyond permanent content for portals to contrive

Critique it for being too shallow promising the authors gallows with more lined arrows than rambo had ammo
Screech halt when invited to inner alcove of narcs to be part of a new niche for you to carve up, plateau
Corpses sparkle, rechristened, reborn, the natural arc of a confidence artist writ large in arcane markup tampered
Be the change ex post facto, gone from wanting to ban pack smokes to bankrolling glossy faces with throat open on posters selling tobacco

The headstone is a revolving door, can’t bequest throne to workers if owned by corporations squatting homes, keeping score
An inside job to a freelance, with a part time chore of judge and jury at the court
One foot in the trenches decomposed, adorned with ironclad contracts to burst through domes unlobed
You slow-poke! What you spoke skewers the yoke rope in embers of dismembered coal smoke, so choose the final offer: undisclosed zero sum or location undisclosed

Reality miner

One thing you must know about me
Is that my brand is that I’m extremely product
And I love that I get to have
This choice
I arrived here all by myself
Because when I see
An unsleeved, plain can of tomatoes in a shop
which throws away more than it sells
I see myself in a hellish dystopic nightmare vision
Where nothing remains to be sold
So nobody knows what to buy

Stochastic risk

Finally
We are going to add up
All possible ratios
Of all absorbed doses
Through all parts of your body
Inside and out
To create opaque plastics
Dripping with soft grip materials
In all colours of the black rainbow
With only a button
To be allowed the privilege of purchase
A new geiger counter
To replace the one which still works
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An essential part
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Denominator

Crack team of blockhead automatons with batons to crack back heads
While we all “survive” being the last et al hiding in closed brackets

Possibility space vice grip trash compactor, those with no fault go “oh lord, silly me!”
Filigree of bigotry aesthetically, structurally, experts will agree was as it was meant to be

Choir says I’m preachy, why rattle through imaginary battles when for us things remain peachy really
So I breach the forgone conclusion reached and beseech the preachers to simplify the denominator, me

Complicit catharsis

How original
All of us, looking up
At the same cathode ray tube
In the sky
Watching the same things
In shame, alone, distinct
Awaiting the devastating absolution
Of finding someone else
Who celebrates the same memory of fiction
But doesn’t carry the same guilt
Of having liked it once
The string of distancing time
With leather heave rasp
Ready to snap in backlash