horses of hot unction

 

clouds have fled babylon

but the muscovite snitches on the saints who roll the relics of the sublime between the teeth of money to not any high

its not that anxietys more interesting than confidence but that it holds within it more interest   its mortgages more costly and its term lengthier

water questions the city but the citys too busy to listen

incomprehensibility as camaraderie   the nearness of lunacy   stoppage as movement   return as progress

the circus of the night tram a show worthy of the highest tonys 

living the dream but the dream isnt any pleasant fantasy but the dream of dreaming   confused exhausting morphing nonlinear disturbing parasemantic disobedient para trans and pataphysical

trucks like cabbages roam the streets like banshees abducted by a greater nightmare

prisons provide society with its sanctity  a continual gift maintaining a false mycelium that fruits structural toxicity

the inquisition morphs like water in the receptacle of history and we drink its many flavours with a nonchalance born of the club of time

covid registers on an exchange of currency unexchangeable on the exchanges of the current currencies

its not the narratives routinely shifting that should be troubling but that theres no nonnarratives embracing the shiftings

the reliance on voidic wit through text disappearing   empty text remains   witless wit   it acts like a muddled sage that doesnt take the judgement      the absence of nature takes language and throttles it

youre trying to avert the loneliness to avoid the dialogue thats fled

in covid the city building itself   no whonyms to inhabit them but the skyscrapers rise anyway  homages to a system that cant stop itself   like a recent corpse that keeps walking   as if memory were a stale leftover of time

cavorting with the priests of the temple of stupidity is an indulgence one must purchase to avoid the wrath of tribal righteousness

the functional gypsy   elemental flexibility and an object of despisings by the commons

sorting out the world   the world cant be sorted out   what now

the waiter at the ramen place says after im done you sure conquered that bowl  a strong verb i say  after that shes awkward

capitalism slaughters dreaming by turning it into an activity

the nine whatinears ride their whysteeds across the bog of dreams and sink blithely in  relieved by the death of questions