when did your actions
mean that you are better?
be related to evil?
Since I am evil
everything about familiarity is DISingenious
sitting with the slit throughout
even as a performed house
homed to nothingness
which never wanted anything “differeNt”
not even as an uncomfortable wail
it must be real then
real enough lives in such purpose, in such supposed choices:?
needing a cardboard box for definition
as what is your form?
what is your Romantic safety?
Is it yet, still to be offensive
as that particular…?
Yes it has been 9 years this week, on Tuesday
when it was a Thursday that this eruption happened…
And yes I am still angry about it
because there is no karma for the doctor or anyone
who refused on a basis of: well, how is she going to pay
in fact that is how we conduct our lives and karma never had a place in it (nor does “justice”)
because that is the existence that we live in
that is life or better yet, this is how we care in this reality
but yet we get to use these marks of distinctions, yeah we get to ware it in, on our bodies
a comforting luxury which is karma, a revengeful occurrence that never happens
but yet we depend on its miraculous occurrence to be an omnipresent eye
so full with all the energy to see all the small things, and the moments before
Anyway, because “anyway” means a lot
I wrote this for you Mommy: DEEP CRY
never hanging on the horizon
because bold is an is not an example
through the mist
the beautiful dew
when everything is 3 years prior to 5 years earlier
maybe a forever which sprouts today…
It still smells like yesterday, dull with its fresh aroma
sleep still daunts
awakens even as
it is not just numbers
, found fondness
as a discovery that leaps into happening
with a vacant wonder
the want to crawl towards letters.
I would like to write a letter
not an email but a letter
saying all you never wanted to be a liability of
And Sorry would be my ending refusal
It is an example
ON LOCATION: BISCUIT!:
“oh god, bless me with secret acts of mischief, pleaseeeee: forever this, and with this stupid human. Back to you Mittens!”
“Hey Biscuit, saw you chilling, but I look soooo good at pretending that I’m not… It’s like I’m poetry!” Back to you Mick.
“Thank you Mittens and Biscuit. Yes, I am your broadcaster, Mick Murphy with The Cat Report. I am unusually orange… But, stay tune, I hear the pigs oinking up with their new single: A New Way To Walk.
Maybe the maybe is not maybes
An actually knowing?
Which involves a lot
a which that is distinct?
a belief which belongs with the ungamed, weak minds?
A hysterical involvement
a which game came
of none never wanting
because it is what we want to traffic as a signal
the hysterical idea of game-d: clutters of pre-supersedes
a blinding symbolic
a message that is enunciated in
into its example marks.
Does this reveal GOD’s presence?
Does this reveal god or jesus’s pain?
Even as an emancipation from you?
Does it reveal a gleaner that is
hanging in a run-on sentence
for why black death existed?
Unless, of course, the mark of the Black Death itself represents an occurrence of urgency of emergence: “we” probably already had such a “luxury,” a magic which we were (oh wait, you were) had got by… The great burden to ignore ignorance?
of incurred indifference
occurrences without a balance sheet
a longing that was never heard of
We use to call it the Devil’s work
Lags in your disaster
haunting dead bones
fully displaced as yours
Your mysterious head
is guillotined by the machine’s riot
A rattling of desperation
in hymns, in fucking tongues
In the moist unexpected
because the inside exists
even with the appeasement
safety pins cannot
be a cure for what you fear as “divine vengeance”
A damning denunciation
which never had