I have a wish for spontaneous combustion
I keep next to my restitched heart
for times like these
when I can’t remember if I am dada or
alice or a vagina-dentata-feral-mom-maw
Surely I am ada spinning on saturn’s ringlets
just as surely as I am the emo son’s melancholy
like a punk moon throwing shade
on western civ. My gorge rises.
Lowlights glisten in the pulp
in my bones.
I pledge allegiance to the sidelined
to the unruly the ungovernable
to the crime of light and trees
and the rich decay of betweens
I pledge allegiance to the fecund
to the placental to the bardo
the banned the ragged the weary
to the growing collective
failed and famished on the berm
flooding polished offices with fragments
and pelts and sutures their visions
--excerpt from LONDON IS THE CAPITAL OF PARIS & PARIS IS THE CAPITAL OF ROME & ROME IS IMPLODING IN THE ECHO CHAMBER OF ITS OWN BALD SKULL NOW WHAT, written for Barbara Campbell Thomas' Flag of Furry, Fiery Failure, 2017
I keep next to my restitched heart
for times like these
when I can’t remember if I am dada or
alice or a vagina-dentata-feral-mom-maw
Surely I am ada spinning on saturn’s ringlets
just as surely as I am the emo son’s melancholy
like a punk moon throwing shade
on western civ. My gorge rises.
Lowlights glisten in the pulp
in my bones.
I pledge allegiance to the sidelined
to the unruly the ungovernable
to the crime of light and trees
and the rich decay of betweens
I pledge allegiance to the fecund
to the placental to the bardo
the banned the ragged the weary
to the growing collective
failed and famished on the berm
flooding polished offices with fragments
and pelts and sutures their visions
--excerpt from LONDON IS THE CAPITAL OF PARIS & PARIS IS THE CAPITAL OF ROME & ROME IS IMPLODING IN THE ECHO CHAMBER OF ITS OWN BALD SKULL NOW WHAT, written for Barbara Campbell Thomas' Flag of Furry, Fiery Failure, 2017