Civilian application

Impellers sift fractions
All layers of privilege
Occur naturally in deposits
And naturally,
So arm the machine claws
And pass routine cycles
Of erosion and deposition
Bombarding jackhammers
With tips dipped
in gists
of lives
made in R&D
Creating lines
In molten glass
With shapes of trenches
Filled to the border
With mutating sludged MRSA strains
For which we have
All entered a compact


Shrink wrap choke

Who is selling what today?
Footsteps that trample shoemakers
Claim to be late for doomsday clock resets
Kept in total vacuum, under glass jars

The bulletproof transparency
Upon which I project The Strongman
In fear for my life
Seeing you live yours in blissful aplomb

Self regenerating figures
A new vessel for fortification of fragility
Sprocket rot under regurgitated acidified air
Time stretched mortality for the undying at faustian discounts

Marble tributes untouched by beneficiaries
Footstep trample inherited shoeboxes
I think it is time to open a truce
For a lease to a bridge that you will build

Hyperbolic apogee

I can see but I cannot reach
The shelter which will save me from myself
Inside which I will be who I want myself to be
Before dissolving into an unattainable version again
Which travels, stretching itself unto itself
In deep space, through wormholes
Until there is enough distance
To make that rendition of myself
Noise to the hubble lens
Safely remote
For me to justify
Never getting around to it

Knowing you

Holy fuck!
Has it really been that long?
Gosh, why o why didn’t this happen before?
Though I only vaguely remember your whole… thing
This meeting should have happened clock ticks ago!
You look great, how did you manage to live?
I’m jealous actually, why are you in front of me
Look at those stylish cobwebs
And the fact that you no longer talk back to me
Those unemotional vowels and consonants rubbed into disagreements
Boy, I sure am glad you left those behind
How’ve you been friend?
I’m going to keep addressing the you I remember
The version from far ago
That I hate the more I sharpen it on the whetstone of memory
But it is still good that this coincidence happened
And that I remembered the form without the content
Because anything else
Would have felt like reaching


Lay dormant, the angular door frame with plasma crystal witchcraft displays
No assembly required, assuming ready-made status to begin with
Done is same to well begun to wink-nod blind watchmaker perfectionist
Can’t let you in just yet, though it is one with the universe
Because once you are let in, the illusion crumbles to sand
I can’t have that until draft contracts to sell to off world ocean shores
So until then just take in the genius design, perfect hermetic self cannibalization
Every atom re-construed, destroyed and recreated to your particular meaning
Until the credits or the world is consumed, whichever comes first
But before that happens, just drink in the tar through your PVC trachea
Eyes paved black, supine, last glimpse of lost plot, congrats you own property now


The time has arrived to gauge your worth
Certify birth with all variations unearthed
The price reflects flecks collected on treads
Formality malady, or all but dead lead in sea bed
The fluids siphoned likened to leaks on Horizon
Backfires ape rifles sans license that lies spent
The rusty crust that conducted combustion went bust
Rendered services must adjust for robust in cube crush
The history of list prices writ consist claims dismissed
Clutch fists whisk wrists insisting dues still exist