1.6.08
from A Discourse on Vegetation & Motion
(forthcoming from Critical Documents)
today I battle Aphids with oily Hands
*
today I prepare to stab
the larval Thing inching
*
today I'm ready to succumb to a Flashbulb
*
today the Cat is Blood
*
today there is no Horizon there
is leching & Froth the whole
Window goes white in fear
I must undress for Money
*
today, Epiphany:
I am Ally Sheedy
ripping Scalp for Dandruff
to snow onto the Desk
(& the Void is white
& to be blind in not Darkness
& to disappear…)
*
today I swallow Hair & Bees
I knit Mistruths, I crocodile
*
today the fascist
Insect that preys
upon the People
chomps
my Face in Two
today I battle Aphids with oily Hands
*
today I prepare to stab
the larval Thing inching
*
today I'm ready to succumb to a Flashbulb
*
today the Cat is Blood
*
today there is no Horizon there
is leching & Froth the whole
Window goes white in fear
I must undress for Money
*
today, Epiphany:
I am Ally Sheedy
ripping Scalp for Dandruff
to snow onto the Desk
(& the Void is white
& to be blind in not Darkness
& to disappear…)
*
today I swallow Hair & Bees
I knit Mistruths, I crocodile
*
today the fascist
Insect that preys
upon the People
chomps
my Face in Two
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