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

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

Cyst brewed concoction

A writhing lizard’s tail
Dancing to the tune
Of melodies made
By instruments used
To sever it
A rhythm which I just imagine
While someone else
Strings it together

The sound of the apple bite
Overlaid on the ovoid panflute signature
A character saying the word “issue”
Stressing the S into an aristocratic snake’s hiss
On a glistening green countryside matte painting
But standing on top rather than before it
As if only the players have switched
But the posture remains constant

Cello strings and hand saw
Roadrunner CEO of Acme
A throne with each peg
Deep in slit necks
Of bodies offered comfort unbeknownst
Rocks worn smooth with lymph
Watch your step
Might end up being heir of the throne

Sickly sweet smelling acid screwdriver
The medium of poison rain to paint upon
With dense millimeters of supercooled pigments
Longing for contact of a cold simmer
The hisses will be stored and repurposed
For the strung up throat lips mouthing notes
So that even when the scene is canvassed by inquisitors
We can laugh at them for falling for it

Zone of inhibition

All I dream of, a house in the middle of nowhere
Away from all the hustle and bustle of existing
Flavour blasted with exotic radiation from the cosmos
With no other soul around to shoulder the burden
Just a single cable solution for all creature comforts
An invisible electrified fence at a comfortable radius
Nothing unseemly or gauche as a “wall” or “border”
Just a humane way to create a crop circle of pavement
Where nobody is allowed entry, barring what they create
Eco-friendly, sustainable glass house impenetrable by stone
It is all I dream of, the protagonist of my upscale island
The safe touch of the electric dome with lowered amperage
Faces peering at me through the opaque copper sky asperitas
Their features repeat xeroxed memories with compounding glitches
Electric rope lashes, static video screen commandments
Tyre tracks recalled as those on the surface of mars
Sped-up flickering colour ridden shapes undulate into each other
Until it is no longer shapes, but just movement itself
Waving hands at the edge of electric dome to nothing at all
To the dream which no longer can be caught into nebulousness