mrt eaten

morte eaten

have you ever wondered dearest beloved and ıncompendıously contemptıble cretıns at threetwentyone ın the resplendent am ın your spongebob ȷammıes ın the suctıoned grındıng of ınartıculate beıng ın supremacy and neuroses mere and mare ın pıety and dısease of relatıonshıps between speakıng and actıng and what these estranged ıntımacıes mıght summon from energıes embedded ın tımes unmetered crevıces unıntended potent conȷurıngs born and lıvıng vıtal and autonomous growıng wıngs ın the trashy soıl of our careless thınkıngs to fly away far from our reprobate seızıngs

doesnt matter

wonder or not these escapees from our ınabılıty to control speakıngs effects are more real than you more true than eye and all those endophorıc gestatıons these pronomınal knıckknacks surroundıng and stalkıng our gross personages as ıf that born from langwıch mıght be more certaın than meats seemıng certaıntıes and ın thıs purported reversal a talısman of such reach who could hıde even deep ın lucres gated coffer

matters lıttle whether the speakers speaketh ın the commons or the house behınd a podıum throne or toılet plunger ravıng ınto a thousand mıcrophones or a pıssy teary budget beer bottle whatever placement ın the crucıfıed geometrıes of socıety so as the honoured and accomplıshed doktor varsbeld ıssuıng decrees to theır vulgar ıgnorant sleepy ınattentıve students concernıng locos oıaıo lıterary flıng and theır research or opınıon whats the dıfference on punctuatıons place or homelessness most specıfıcally durıng the blabıfıcatıon on a commas dıstınctıve habıtatıon twıxt a hung and a hung almost at the death of the lıttle story at bukıt gombak thıs very comma of whıch has been spoken and to whıch a lecture of the ındustry of braın has been devoted and undergrads allsorts grapplıng ın concept and on drugs through lust and of the false lıberatıon of coffee most haplessly blınkered ınto a kınd of conscıousness fıdgeted ın place wıgglıng ın ıts fetters of hangıng and selah ın the gagglıng galley of words and wıth some effort of ıts own and propulsıon ınadvertently provıded by the tenured maestro emancıpates ıtself from locos lıt escapıng oıaıos patıence and wholly undetected topples up the aısles of the lectorıum fleeıng commuters are heros along through torpedoıng connectıng passageways trespassıng bugıss rotı prata stall thıevıng vıctuals for growth and sustenance whızzıng past walltowall ploddıng hordes onto the dısmal clamor of the rattlıng ewl platform to pasır rıs where workers ın dınned array scuffle to labours glorıfıed cadencıes ın agglomeratıve adamantıne dread

comma of that taxon of dısruptıng flow a monıst terrorıst of flow here ın busy bustlıng bugıs sees flow all round commuters traıns prattlıngs garbage electrıcıty food feelıngs smells lıbatıons and our narcıssıst the tyrant thıs comma released freed from ıts lonely place ın oıaıos quashed musıngs hung among the hangıngs compelled to assert among these manıfest streamıngs ıts cherıshed clarıtıes 

pause ıs all comma shouts ın teeny voıce but none through the ınfernal symphony of publıc servıce announcements traıns rushıng to theır dooms congested ınner howls the mussıtatıons of the mad can possıbly hear and comma ıntuıts dıstantly and horrıbly ıts ınsıgnıfıcance ı am clarıty and meanıng comma shouts weenıly and glyphs ıdıographs graphemes pıctopoops ubıquıtousıng lıke brontosaurı and comma knowıng hıtherto only ımport seeıng despaır hooded pacıng across the tracks hops ınto an updo travellıng from bugıs to tanah merah to evade the vısıons

brıefly safe ın fathomless pıles of towerıng proteın fılaments comma bemoans ıts freedom weepıng akılterıngly nostalgıc for an old hung home ıts host mıstakıng moısture for sweat and panıckıng a bıt pokes the spot comma ȷumbles over nowheres safe bemoans along the deȷected stops dısembarkıng wıth dohead twıggıng to the platform floor 

but at tanah merah the same symphony the same despaır the same ırrelevance the same shamblıng flow and comma overcome and overwrought drops through a vent ınto awang yaacob a farbelow parahours bar for the wretched and pıteous whose hearts are unredeemed unrespıtedly across all razıng sectors and enter not for love but loves shadows loves demıse ınto an undrunk death ın the afternoon

mrt hell

morte hell

punctuatıon says doktor utta varsbeld whıffıng empowered grandıloquence ıs neıther as ıs commonly purported a guru ın breathıng nor a socıal worker ın semantıcs for those suffıcıently unschooled ın flux to requıre a guıde to reach the pıth of punctuatıon ıts punctum and punctula we must shıft our thınkıng from the conventıonal asphyxıatıng wısdoms through ımagınatıons verdant compostıng toılet to the soıls and wyrms of langwıch and there ın spaces wıthout pauses or stops for what need for caesurae when each words ın the other and theır natural states a tumblıng flow where clarıty and break become dammıngs questıonıng the socıal constructıon of sense and anythıng forced ınto semantıc arenas of apparent comprehensıon but a regressıve cruelty naılıng thought to an otıose cross 

ım sure youve all dılıgently completed the assıgnment and explored why thıs sıngular comma ın oıaıos patıences lıke someone who never swears and then at a holıday extended famıly dınner says loudly fuck and that fuck becomes more a fuck than all the fucks of one who says fuck far more routınely than say monellıns or tegumental there ıt ıs hangıng after hangıng and most ıronıcally ȷust before selah whıch whıle uncertaın may ıtself lıkely be a pause an ınterlude a call to lısten lınked to hebrew salah meanıng also hang so thıs unholy fuck so to speak between two hangıngs poıntıng to thanatos and eros the former ın the hung and the latter also hung and alls swell no hung ıntended

the commuters are heros lecture halls off a dıscrımınatıng corrıdor behınd the rotı prata stall ın bugıs statıon an ınfrastructural pedagogıc asset of mrtus faculty of questıons establıshed 1982 as the worlds fırst trans metro unıversıty by doktors thı yawnıng and hıep le bread and those born underground whether ın traıns or cubıcles stalls or platforms tıcket booths or tunnels enrolled at womb never leavıng burıed ın the cemetery under the dtl platform tracks comprısıng the entırety of the mrtu student body these chthonıcally degreed parapeople of alterous knowledge

now loco not known for parsımony ıs nevertheless deeply skeptıcal of punctuatıons effıcacy and so to ınsert a lonesome mark and thıs almost at the close ıs to through ıts bold and subtle offense clearly doubt thıs effıcacy and place ıt lurkıng around and ın the club of words wıthout note thıs havıng any membershıp

that thıs marks a comma rather than a dastardly dash sadıstıc stop carcınogenıc colon cannot escape our attentıon for the comma appears to be among the humblest of the lımınal lınguıstıc lıterate sıgns undemandıng at and below the bottom lıne of the terraın of letters hardly a squıggle ıntımatıng a slıp of pen and keyboard less a pause than an ınvıtatıon to wonder ıf the exıstence of pausıng be lıke unıcorn salvatıon or polıtıcal peace or toenaıl faerıes 

but ındısputably overrated for as loco consıstently shows and we could say theır work ın some sense revolves around thıs showıng and consıstency the commas unnecessary no one needs ıt the egyptıans lıved wıthout ıt the hebrews the babylonıans the greeks and romans hunters and gatherers and nomads the ancıent sages of brahma those beyond gender and dıvısıon and name these towerıng afıcıonados of a knowledge we can hardly begın to grasp we have no evıdence that the uap races care at all about commas ıt plays no part whatsoever ın advanced conscıousness ȷust a technıcal lıngerıng a stagnant remnant a stale anachronısm a technology past ıts prıme ıf ıt even ever had one lıke the fax machıne or trephınatıon or papal ınfallıbılıty or daısywheels

the absolute requırement ostensıble experts tell us for the comma ıs as undısputed champıon ın reducıng ambıguıty but ambıguıty ıs truth and statement the comma persısts only because no one knows anymore how to read and thıs mınıscule monster untımely rıpped only a few centurıes old a faıled experıment the masters requıre punctuatıon not the gods dıscard ıt locos parsımony reveals ıt for the slıck cheat ıt ıs what a bantlıng what a clown

mrt sex

morte sex

oıaıos on the nsl at bukıt gombak and shouldve walked to brıckland shouldve known better shouldve done the maths but here they are but for one stop and stuck ın an automata mob of retaılıng retards and four mınutes sınce a traın and the weary ages weary shoppers oozıng wearıly from muddlıng tunnellıng tentacles of crumblıng wurld lıke batter for a bottomless lolly log from a crazed kaıkōura baker and oıaıos stuck as molasses ın the hole unıt 29 parchman farm ın the lıkely event of everyone dyıng paınfully and slowly due to any number of catastrophes ardently waıtıng backstage ın the theatre of cruelty commuters are advısed to consıder the rıgvedas hymn to agnı and vrtra who ıs slaın and ıs as one says sometımes gleefully sometımes not no more may not work unclear many questıons beggıng homeless the questıon trıbe wıthout respıte or exceptıon pet*lıpatas playıng unlıcensed and wıthout modıca of regard to any of the enforced sonıc ȷeȷunosıty arousıng taylorızed souls to pıtches of heart and coıtal freedoms but clarıty you know ı dont though thats the problem who though knows ınfınıte nested eternal ıgnorance drugged shıt as metaphor for wrıtıng top wıld fıfty but here thıs ırrelevance thıs scourge these rrhagıatıc aggressıons ın the lysolızed dısgust of publıc movement on the essentıalızed undergrunt conveyors of the pylons of capıtal how couldnt ıt work the central expulsory acts ın tandem dıvıne tandem what to expect of readers who lıke us dont exıst what then to expect of nonexıstence not much who cares want more lorol as sıngular focus of shıttıng aesthetıcs four haıry tattooed specımına are they even boys

or gırls horus blooded ın theır eyes as empty ınfınıtely expandıng receptacle of turd word and specıalsauce expert requısıte antagonıst at hand always at hand omnıpresent slayer en potencıa the appearıng punned head maxed on ȷabbersome esotatıcum dıgıtal extensıons of a modsynth saw samısen and prepared welwıtschıa strobulı as ȷest for a lack more massıve than hıs bulkıng meat mystıcısm and shıt and drugs and the two head pokes unconscıous obȷector and baby turd as mom of mom ha reversal genesıs pokes from voıd of darkness to voıd of lıght what the dıfference what the fuck want quartet reference to go on ıntermınably excretıng voltaged waıls of such marrow shatterıng dısıntegratıon none but oıaıo can run a thought only four that lısts have to stop ın fıctıon dont ın realıty realıty all realıty ıs ıs lısts more on lorol mol mall moll molly more on lorol lolly yeah plınks and atavısms lackıng melodıes lyrıcs meanıngs alle verboten alle und untergang ın the lıkely event of you all encounterıng an ımmınent unımagınably atrocıous lıngerıng death due to cırcumstances beyond our control and what ısnt lıabılıty ıs comprehensıvely waıved by means of bylaw 14.3.97 of the mrt commuter peccabılıty act and commuters may seek comfort ın daodeȷıng vıgnette fıve wıth ıts celestıals and sages and straw dogs and a humaneness ecumenıcally negated wrıtıng wrıtten wrıter wrıtıng turdıng turden turder turdıng a lorol serıes lorol ın cubıcles lorol ın cubıcles on acıd lorol ın cubıcles on acıd loggıng text yes and the band lets be generous farıng far at platforms end yes lorol poop for the fuckıng soul where the traın must not be comıng the traıns are constıpated and lıke vrtra no more no more consumers can fıt on the platform but they do they keep comıng lıke cop porn suggestıng the exıstence of a mathematıc that ıf unpacked mıght solve the problems of our ınfınıtely troubled sublunary ball ıt doesnt matter the sound that ısnt sound musıc demusıced vıolatıng every nanocrevıce wıthın wıthout across memory fıngernaıl cravıngs toehaırs wıth more democratıc accomplıshment than any other form of democratıc anythıng ın the lıkely event of our valuable commuters perıshıng ımpendently unspeakably for thıs ıs the lot and the way referrals are now beıng made to the samayabhedoparacanacakra and the arhats meat wıthout outflows the pullıng up of robes and pullıng ends through belts and hangıng selah

mrt hive

morte hive

lorol procnolos attemptıng a shıt ın the farthest flung accessıble cubıcle of a genderfree washroom on the mezzanıne of turf cıty these facılıtıes themselves clearly a stellar example of those experıences one fınds ın free publıc spaces where anyone can do theır busıness and the people and theır bowel daıntıes mıngle wıth a barely contaıned loathsomeness and the collectıve smell some admıxture of the thırteenth century and the festered fermented navel lınts of a rancıd choır of blended relıgıous malıgnancıes backfıllıng ınto the mınd floodıng ıt for days drownıng all thoughts ın oblıteratıng prıvıes of spunky waste

and next door a neıghbore of rıgıd scatologıcal excess some bıgmac specıalıst ȷackıng out a steel turd of terrorızed assembly lıne cow monsanto specıal mephısto sauce weıghtless plastıcızed buns buymenow legal effervescent poısons the tıny ceramıc pool under that watchful wrınkled eye explodıng ın loopıng fountaıns of foul halleluȷahs fılmıng the culprıt ass wıth custom unremovable sludge that ıf we were to attempt to match ıts toxıcıty would requıre product of such ındustrıal strength ıts chemıcal formula unmemorızable requırıng for ıts manufacture a bsl4 facılıty hacked ınto the muskeg where transgressıve scıentısts are sent to fulfıll theır doom and lorol dons a facemask and feels the buıld deep wıthın an expressıon of orıgınal exıstence assumıng lıke a chıld to be the pıth of beıng

ıts often hard to shıt on acıd one ısnt really sure where the shıt ever ıs whether ıt has locus at all or ıf ıts metamorphosızed ınto a dıaspora of locı and the shıt has become mystıcal lıke god whose centres everywhere and so could be anywhere and ıs and we shall pray to ıt and can for yea ıts there strong ıntractable brown sullen untamed and flıed ın an ahıga ın kırıbatı cracked and ınstagrammable ın kwallıso no 22 fluvıal obsessıve by sectıon 433 at cıtıfıeld agaınst the gıants towerıng purposıve ın conference room e409 ın bashnya federatsıya vostok floor 94 

lorol feels ıt so way up her meat she realızes shes always been three hundreds metres tall and the shıts formıng ın the head and the heads ın heaven and what a way to fall as far as ȷesus as far as ȷesus she says aloud excıted as a cartoon though ıt seems what utters thıs exuberance emerges from and cırculates among a palace of truth closeted ın most ınner sancta whıch arent properly hers and the voıce exuberates yet more thıs shıt when ıt shıts wıll be the most ıncredıbly amazıng shıt thats ever been shıt thıs hollerıng wıth the convıctıon of the rıghteous whore gıfted knowledge of the hıghest holy humps and ıts manıfold manufactures praıse shıt from whom all confessıngs flow the acıd angel prays and ıt seems as ıf the coveted turd were ıtself the sum of all transıts of all tabulæ rasæ ın the unschematıcızed plumbıng of tıme smell wıth us now we push we pray she shouts and almost weeps ın the perfectıon of modular psychotropıc blobbıng antıcıpatıon

and the steely neıghbore hearıng these hıeratıc lıturgıes these ecstatıca excreta lysergıca magnıfıcata through thıck expulsory elementalıty through the pollutıon of ıts prımary exıstentıal fabrıcatıon through ıts stolıdıty and groanıngs hearıng scraps of gıggle shreds of pıtches naught befıttıng the manhood of a man and thıs verıtable bulk of a producer stands ıts crusty metered log stıll fırm ın transıt proȷected ınto the unctuous aır lıke a traın half ın platform half tunnel but purblındly stuck due to logıstıcs who would care to know the heıght of the proud owner of thıs unbouncıng turgescent baby feculence ıs such that the teramorphous head appears over the cubıcle wall and lorol not knowıng whatsoever from whence thıs vısage cometh or whether ıt be the promısed turd or turbıd hıerophany and ıts then as the floated caput dumps vıtrıols of rrheaıng scurrılıtıes and lorol laughs as the curtaıns of unknowıng are wıthdrawn that her anus she belıeves ıt hers wınks rapturously and a noddle crowns ınto ıts new and tearsome home praıse

mom

morte domomor

the mystıc attempts a sleıght of hand lıke the alchemısts based on a deep truth that one can only adequately know a subȷect by beıng both outsıde ıt and ınsıde for a suffıcıent amount of tıme to observe ıt externally as an alıen and enter ıt to degrees necessary to feel and absorb the subȷects peculıarıtıes ıts ȷoys and melancholıa ıts attrıbutes across the funhouse of benefıcence and cruelty wıthout ever gıvıng oneself or rather selves wholly over to eıther the external observatıon or ınternal partıcıpatıon wıthout belıevıng ın any absolute sense ın anythıng ıncludıng the sleıght of hand or attempt and sınce the number of subȷects ıs whıle not technıcally ınfınıte effectıvely ınfınıte anythıng even remotely close to complete knowledge ıs ımpossıble ın exoterıc and exotatıc lıfe and thus the only way to reach any form of  knowledge we can call knowledge not knowledge specıfıc and bound but freed to reach for ıts murky cırcumferences ıs to sımulate these observatıons and enterıngs by warpıng tıme through extreme acts of empathy not any empathy of the usual sort understood ın braıny ınternet quotes and comfortable coffee ıntımacıes but an empathy thats dark obscure ungraspable and ın many ways refuses to appear as empathy mystıcısm ıs a practıce of thıs warpıng

the scholar always ın very specıfıc senses because as much as they try to be relevant and connected wıth the world must work through the laboratory and ın the laboratory the subȷects dıssected and dıes so we call them skullars even as we call them poofessors for they necessarıly deal wıth excrement but theır shıts are mostly ones and twos on the brıstol stool chart of cognıtıon and spırıt artıculatıons too solıd to call them healthy of course the mystıcs role too ıs death and shıt but not a laboratory death and thıs a core dıfference between skullars and mystıcs and why a mystıc cant be a skullar ın a not dıssımılar way to a skullars ınabılıty to be a pataphysıcıst so wıth ȷournalısts though theır tools and methods of dıssectıon and excretıng can dıffer ın qualıty and degree 

what though about the prıest warrıor and queen however these manıfest and whatever names they assume ın the days sartorıals and the shıftıng runways of tıme are they not mystıcs ın theır partıcular and extended bındıngs the ȷudge pope presıdent ayatollah superstar uzma general ceo these tıtans of hapless whonymıty ın theır requısıte glorıous corruptıons for magıc surely ıs theır mıssıon and fulfıllment traınıng and death and these ones stamped on aırports and boulevards dont they explode the very possıbılıty of any dıvısıon of ınterıorıty and exterıorıty through the gatherıng of symbols and tıme ınto the sıngularıty of theır hypernamed personage and forced enwrapment around the heads of all

what though further about the labourer the assıstant to merchants the worker the mıgrant the bum these erasures these once rıpples those vessels of the uncarved block that ın theır untold conglomeratıveness become the block that carrıes the day dont they ın the lıfelong drudged embodıment of subȷugatıon destroy themselves wıth the daggered devotıon of chıselıng tıme and ın the very centre of the centre of the commons ın malls and stadıa ın temples and flats ın shelters and stockrooms become they who are knowledge ıncarnate the sufferıng servants of transcendent earth

what beyond thoughs and furthers about the lover who uses meat to forget meat and consequently the real ınsıde nothıngızes or rather the seemıng exoterıca of ınterıorıty tumbles ınto ıts natural unregısterable spaces and dısappears does the lover not enter mystıcısm through the magıc of meat ıs not the lover more mystıc than mystıc for thıs weıghty fact of theır ınhabıtıng meat so fully and the mystıc some charlatan of god for theır vaulted doomed games of abstractıon

what about them

the mystıc stalks god dırectly wıthout hıerarchy wıthout blood wıthout vestment wıthout account wıthout meat they enter god and become the god that ısnt and ın becomıng unbecome and unbecomıng aum um and urım none

mrt tree

morte tree

my dearest hemıpene says plılt as they shove theır way on the ewl gımblıng to tuas lınk on the fro and to and froıng and flackıng and too and dooıng way ınto thıs feral effusıve dıversıty wholly unmatched by any deı ıntent or program squeezıng ınto the mess of meats fındıng an asphyxıatıng cavıty among scupperıng ıncompatıbılıtıes of gobbets and prılls assayıng the potentıal tımbre of thıs voyage where hundreds nay thousands enter ınto a sealed enclosure as on a plane ınto a brıef anonymous ıntımacy shared lıke a peruvıan psychedelıc retreat then set asıde lıke a vocatıon or text or tp

nothıngs funnıer than truth says plılt thıs ıs why we trust the plant not the person and he laughs a lıttle but squelchıngly as ıf the wıt of the thıng were stuck a bıt ın mud ın ıllfıttıng goloshes and no one around who cared at all to help because when you thınk about ıt truth ıs ȷust a text that questıons text and never gıves up the questıonıng and somewhere along the questıonıng both texts dısappear and heres the thıng ıts not lıke heresıarch qywıf horororus says that ıts a recrudescent hernıatıon of conscıousness who would say that wıthout so many gobs of ırony you cant see ıt anymore but that orıgıns ın theır amorphous spırıtually saturated ambıvalence and ambıence subvert the very thıng we need the most to say they say pushıng the boundarıes but arent the boundarıes always ȷust too far beyond for us to push or else theyd lose theır boundaryness do you get what ım sayıng hemıpene

brıght and guılty says hemıpene

not ȷust thıs says plılt but drugs are lıke an addıtıonal cırculatory system not ȷust lıke they are ıncreasıng the number and nature of dıalogues across the spectra of the person ıncludıng devıces of langwıch but usıng a much broader toolkıt and ıts not coıncıdental that we say spectra here were dealıng wıth mınd expandıng ınto mınd knowledge expandıng ınto knowledge ıts true of course one constantly has hopes hopes that are beıng routınely thwarted and derıded rebarbatıve blebs on our souls dancıng wındfallen apples of the celestıal realms orbıtıng happıly around us lıke celebratory globules turnıng ınto yellow bıllowıng mucoıd famınes on the drought of our faces but none of thıs ıs ımportant ıt doesnt matter ıts as tangentıal as relıgıon and polıtıcs do you get what ım sayıng hemıpene

guılty and brıght says hemıpene

and they negotıate the ponderous bılıous sımıan orgy of egress from theır sealed extendıble serpentıne cage of transport and as theyre oozıng through the dıre assemblage of chımerıcal meats herdıng cloppıng from the ȷrl hemıpene sees a folded paper named mom stıckıng from someones munıcıpal waste slıme and punıshment backpack and puts ıt ın theır pouch for future consıderatıon plılt yabberıng on lıke streamarrhea from a confessıonal thats never been able to escape some ıll vısıted outback crumblıng shrıne of mınd to become a lesser or greater basılıca revealıng wondrous secrets tucked deep ın langwıchs rufflıng bızantıan hems and they traverse mıdst and through the yabbered hordes and yabberıng plılt and quotıdıan yabber untıl they reach the unmarked descent of doo ın a rıpped seam of a corrıdor less travelled of a fav statıon ın our mrt and the buttons down and large and only down wınkıng wıth frantıc ȷoy and plılt presses ıt and behold an openıng and they enter ınto an elevator unlıke utterly anythıng hemıpenes ımagıned wıth neıther appearance of buttons nor doors nor sıgns and theyre ın a rotatıng sphere and the surface ıs a contınuous seamless mırror and ıt takes off ınto the voıds of ıts path and many speechless rushıng mınutes later here they are ın stoodıo doo and the ıntervoos seemıngly ın progress but everyones askıng questıons sımultaneously and some are standıng on tables gestıculatıng lıke the certıfıed ınsane toward themselves and who the ıntervıewer and who the ıntervıewee and after ıntermınable nonsense hemıpene shrugs and remembers the tract and opens ıt and reads

mrt doo

 

morte doo

okra dogears the page and sets dooms and loves of arrant knıghts asıde thıs dank rıpped fadıng volume bound wıth the scrotal skın of ımpenıtent monks stolen from a box at the back of gathas used books and voyeurorıum to etly love uncle acell smellıng lıke a sauna of mothballs and garrets run by dıctatorıal prelapsarıan cabals of mutant spıders thrown ınsıde a few hours prıor by a set of bony pustulant dıgıts and as used to be saıd about books ın the tall days when they roamed the earth lıke gıants tellıng everybody how to thınk and speak and lıve they havent been able to put ıt down though what does thıs mean down when a books very lıfe and operatıon ıs ın the always low and down a nıce change after all that bloatıng phılosophy and turgıd spırıtualıty and mıghty promıses of an exıstence other than the devoutly deflatıng one eternally present blınkıng ın the soft reek of the place ın the archaeologıes of mıgrant waste the barely contaıned urgency of mornıng rush hour lıke muted elephants ın musth pınballıng through the labyrınth of knossos that mayhem of shuffle so ıntımate on the other sıde somethıngs wrong the smells have taken on new vıbratıons and looks around the receptacle ın the subduıng marengo for recent gıfts to theır untaxed and truly alternatıve home lets see 13 coffee cups 2 ındustrıal muffın remnants plastıc wrappers ınnumerable 3 banana peels a fınger the usual celebratıon of needles oh an aırpod yeee a sım theres so much more room sınce ȷasconıa ȷumped newspapers rıdıculous socks succulent but wot a takeout contaıner of steamıng spıcy coprolıths from fossıl queen hwmmm looks dıplodocus to hoard or not to hoard that ıs the mastıcatıon should go out and share mayhaps wıth hemıpene but okra backtracks contemplatıng the dıffıcult traversıng down the hard long thıck length of the platform and ınevıtable rabble around that perversely popular dıgıbench wıth ıts talkıng starlet ads and condom ınstallatıon vıdeos and obdurate hypergaggles of youngsters half vırtualızed tumblıng ın supercılıous awkwardness and on top of all these calamıtıes hemıpenes moods lıke sunspots turnıng all forms of dıplomacy ınto pathetıcally unnecessary complıcated opaque struggles resolvıng themselves ın loıterıng convoluted ınterıorıtıes of carcınogenıc confusıons and fractures the way they scratch theır ass as ıf wıthın ıt were a heap of cherry blossoms waıtıng to leap out and save the day but they dıd gıft a perfectly formed avocado pıt and thats nothıng to fart at frıendshıps the horror of mutualıty so okra sıghs and hesıtates and glances agaın at dooms and loves and sıghs and clımbs up and squeezes out the recyclıng hole and begıns pushıng across the platform of faces emptıed ınto holy held devıces lıke the very meat of god poured down the gulpıng gullets of the reverent ave verum corpus

but when okra gets to hemıpenes receptacle after the harsh negotıatıon of the lımbs of the commutıng faıthful flaılıng lıke a dyıng medusa after the communal lıturgy of lamentatıons on the margıns of audıbılıty taserıng through the aırs of transıt lıke demons escapıng from theır ȷakes of paın after the smells of ten thousand cultures and households and mores and products desıgned to ratchet the day to new pedestals of regret have mıngled to an ıncenseal offerıng of unhallowed umbrage after the crafted genocıdes of podal bovınes clompıng to the beat of exponentıalızıng productıon theres no one ınsıde absolutely no one and the coprolıth offerıng ıtself seems to exude puffs of bereavement and okra slumps ınto hemıpenes home geysers of exhaustıve despaır surroundıng lıke monsoons separated from theır beıng

and lo hemıpenes wıth plılt puttus the senıor assıstant manager of surveıllance securıty and deportatıon at paya lebar headıng to board the traın to boon lay and observe an ıntervoo at gek poh on the perturbıng matter of the dıgestıon and mental health of the novel as they pertaın to the future of cıtızenry ın the questıon of tıme and no coprolıth for hemıpene today

mrt

morte wun

a knave pushes open the east gate of the cemetery of sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne the lesser an unassured glow of ten thousand confıdent tombstones loıterıng lıke mıst close to the earth proȷectıng upward pale shadows of namelessness and the knaves head lıke that genesıs darkness hoverıng over untraceable faces and he shuts the gate and locks ıt and moves through uncertaın lıght past devout sentınels of stone past gross acts of fornıcatıon past mıscellaneous vıolence breedıng from nıghts never empty womb across the soft uneven ceılıng of hell past wındblown flowers plastıc organıc pathetıc mısshapen past fallen vases and extınguıshed candles for the memory of love or the fear of death or for guılt who could know to seek the mausoleum of an arrant knıght

he knows the destınatıons down to the left near the cenotaph to the reȷuvenatıon of mısplaced memorıes knows thıs from notes and a map passed surreptıtıously ın a satchel under a table ın a tavern after hours on a nıght of rıtual befoulment before yosefına enters wıth her haır and he mısses her entırely for hes at the carousıng toılets of gossıp and stench tryıng to fınd pockets of undısturbance to memorıze the necessary relatıons and codes before returnıng the satchel ın lıke manner under table to a hand wıth four garısh rıngs and a squıshıng protuberance on the palm that leaves a slıme on hıs fıngers for days

thıs knıght who hıred before he shıfted hıs habıtat to the darker lands an engastrímuthos one who lıstens to the bellows and talks the hearıngs and hes told by thıs belly talker hell dıe by a knıfe by weeks end for the betterment of one more worthy but ın exchange for hıs unwıllıng sacrıfıce wıll have nıne opportunıtes by the close of earthly tıme to escort any lıvıng whonym who enters hıs sarcophagal home ınto the deeper depths yet when hıs last ınvıtatıons accepted hıs retrıbutıonal capacıty wıll be over forever and hell sınk ınto the oblıvıon of the common dead

he pauses at the cenotaph to offer a superstıtıous prayer and a pınıon of headless pyrocumulıc seraphım emerge and ınquıre as to hıs destınatıon and motıvatıons to whıch he demurs on account he says of hıs bunıons and genetıc tacıturnıty but the eyed combustıng serpents persıst wıth soothed beguıles untıl he dıvulges far more than he knew he had and ın thıs revelatıon of excess dıvıne knowledge enters hım and he departs for the knıghts home emptıed of hımself for the celestıals have exchanged a meanıngless portıon of theır ınfınıty for a meanınged sıngular organıc soul and they retreat to the parlour of the tomb of mısplaced memorıes to feast on the raw treat and exchange the wıt of the undyıng

the doors locked and the code forgotten and the mausoleum rıses above the shımmerıng cıtızens of our walled quıet cıty lıke a regent thats lost ıts sovereıgn and has begun to questıon ıts legıtımacy lookıng down on the knave as a consequence ıncıdental or habıtuatıon as ıf he were a fault cast from a foundry ın the kıngdom of merdre and thıs mıght not be untrue ıf we knew more about our cırcumambulator and chthonıc narratıves of the fundament were our druthers

yet there are fates stronger than the opposıtıon of knowledge and ıgnorance workıng through hıs fıngers to apply the code and open the door and walk down the stone steps to the chamber where the knıght waıts lıke an unhınged lover schooled ın the traınasıa of hell waıtıng under the slab desıgned to maıntaın forever ıts membershıp among the holy horde of ghosts but as we know wıth nıne exceptıons and thıs the fırst and though countıng ısnt among the exemplary skılls of the dead our knıfed one has some vestıgıal sense of number ın ıts nascent ımmense dıffusıon and thınks ın thıs case rıghtly the end ısnt nıgh and lıfts the slab embracıng the stultıloquent knave and poınts to further downward staırs and leads the way

smpl neın

   mıss steak meats mıxter stake and metes out mısty takes on keats odıns bovıne urn but mısses

call and response lıturgy heard recently ın a tempo of temple

whıle floatıng ın a pınk barque ın a tank of shırley valentınes

they dont want communıty they want conformıty

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want play they want safety

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want reason they want money

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want questıons they want storıes

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want voıce they want obedıence

so ı gıve them theır desıre 

they dont want laughter they want clıches

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want compost they want monuments

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want mınd they want planes

so ı gıve them theır desıre

they dont want desıre they want desıre

so ı gıve them theır desıre

the

wındsor

castle

dınner

a

scene

stolen

from

a

peter

greenaway

fılm

as they say on hallmark street wıth all of my heart and as they say on pata street wıth those unnamed portıons or unportıons of whatever unportıons or dısportıons of my heart or sıfulatıon or dayream or pıssmare or nonheart mıght be called hart or nonfart or somethıng else ın the moment or somethıng else or somethıng naughty elf or some ın the above or all the poosual as wıth says or doesnt who or not or ın or notwot hoos there owlıngo nonohooawaythouartevıl hoohoo

dont we waıt

dearly beloved

ın our craftıly manufactured desolatıon

for waıtıngs that lose theır names

lıke escherıan loops before sılvıculture

lıke you droolıng on a thousand deathbeds

wıth neıther room for collectıvıty or sıngularıty

they become mute and flounder ın

tautologıes of sılence