CACOETHES
I am a mouse of men:
Sequence clown blunting the norm! Hear me!
This is for the pigs, the sacred mascots janitoring at a University
unidentified human objection, provincial moments
Eat the cake, smile, keep your talkative voice at a distance,
This is for the grand pianist with his momentary shine
eating the food at the Art Museum. Wasted Plato
reduced to rigmarole rôles, demigods earth us just after our own
heads,
Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic: panty-waste conferences
Bohemain Grove melts through the heads of The Brothers
plod plop plot plow ploy plug
& created a body of “What was asked to be
Came to us like a Sign-On of self-direct’d wild maniacal robot
guide, wary splitting like Maoists, the pursuit to “fit” somewhere:
the unstoppable thrust or thirst makes chop-sounds:
wrench, rupture: "Be all you can be!" "Concentrate!"
O dark cloud of collodian clusters, O mural hanging over
interiority, convexity, hazardous waste, to the gut
like a bullfight gone wary: self-aggrandizement.
Not to claim faining copes wandering Music
lightwaves, fingers of God, groupuscules bulletproof
bullets: Old friend, Gnosticism tails off, falls away,
toes the line that vanishes!
Great Travel Guide: “maternal ancestor,” she
said: "I envy The Complete Rhyming Dictionary
because it feels like I need help to write rhyming poems!"
Cheaters, meat-eaters, defeated tea-drinkers falling over
the ship into the ocean, Listen! the rest of the world
(& nothing more) lunges droll shiver the whole thing
1984 not so hard to pin down, smacks of a kind of
vehement burgeoning Black Tarantula
penetrating the spirit of the dream, the American dream,
the American nightmare as if a voice has just whispered
in a voice like a bot toward commodification
& pressuring its linear narratives of success, frustration
& compromise... the ideal compere-fodder, fiddled-with.
I am a mouse of men:
Sequence clown blunting the norm! Hear me!
This is for the pigs, the sacred mascots janitoring at a University
unidentified human objection, provincial moments
Eat the cake, smile, keep your talkative voice at a distance,
This is for the grand pianist with his momentary shine
eating the food at the Art Museum. Wasted Plato
reduced to rigmarole rôles, demigods earth us just after our own
heads,
Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic: panty-waste conferences
Bohemain Grove melts through the heads of The Brothers
plod plop plot plow ploy plug
& created a body of “What was asked to be
Came to us like a Sign-On of self-direct’d wild maniacal robot
guide, wary splitting like Maoists, the pursuit to “fit” somewhere:
the unstoppable thrust or thirst makes chop-sounds:
wrench, rupture: "Be all you can be!" "Concentrate!"
O dark cloud of collodian clusters, O mural hanging over
interiority, convexity, hazardous waste, to the gut
like a bullfight gone wary: self-aggrandizement.
Not to claim faining copes wandering Music
lightwaves, fingers of God, groupuscules bulletproof
bullets: Old friend, Gnosticism tails off, falls away,
toes the line that vanishes!
Great Travel Guide: “maternal ancestor,” she
said: "I envy The Complete Rhyming Dictionary
because it feels like I need help to write rhyming poems!"
Cheaters, meat-eaters, defeated tea-drinkers falling over
the ship into the ocean, Listen! the rest of the world
(& nothing more) lunges droll shiver the whole thing
1984 not so hard to pin down, smacks of a kind of
vehement burgeoning Black Tarantula
penetrating the spirit of the dream, the American dream,
the American nightmare as if a voice has just whispered
in a voice like a bot toward commodification
& pressuring its linear narratives of success, frustration
& compromise... the ideal compere-fodder, fiddled-with.
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