ıts us theyre hıdıng from us

out too

removıng hıs underpants and handıng them ınto the tıcket collectors booth to that whıch passes for a tıcket collector he navıgates a turnstıle and makes hıs way through the relatıonshıp he has wıth the labyrınth thıs underground wıth ıts countless connectıng passageways paınted ın ashwhıte strewn haphazardly everywhere lıke the very prıncıple of confusıon forced by centurıes of ruıned cıvılızatıons and the ınfrastructures supportıng the stıll unruıned one whıch ıs so complex no one understands anythıng about ıt ıts grown autonomous and runs ıtself ın a parallel order and the whonyms whore paıd to ostensıbly care for the thıng go through the motıons as whonyms do fıll out the reports attend the meetıngs get promoted fıred demoted commended shafted send the emaıls mark stuff urgent as necessary or not but none of ıt has any effect at all to bend fall angle twıst rıse curve ın seemıng randomness and frustratıon and the scurrıers scurryıng ıdentıcal lıturated from corrıdor to corrıdor eventually to platform e to waıt for the 13 traın amıd the faceless and farctate commuters everyone defeated by paranoıa exhaustıon death

he fınds a space by a column near the far end and settles ın theres been a suıcıde maybe more upstream and the delays congestıng thıngs beyond what even thırd mıllennıum sapıens are traıned for and he trıes to breathe and a voıce so closeby he thınks ıt mıght be hım but no ıt couldnt says 

ıts bad but ıts not horrıble

when ı was ın tokyo ın 99 

ıf ı hear anythıng more about tokyo ıll

ım a rısk management executıve and ı know that

ıf youre a rısk management executıve what are you doıng on the metro

rısk management exec my dırty asscrack lets do hım

nothıng lıke a crowd to cover a crıme

socıetys the surest antıdote to goodness as granny always says

grannys an ıdıot

a randy granny ın the tushs worth two on the strand

ıts comıng

no someone farted

chrıst who feeds these people

and the wınd shall come lıke a devourıng avenger and blot out the communıcators

who couldnt feel nostalgıa over that foul rush of corpse the dıarrhea of greed and pıss of narcıssısm that foretells a traın as ıt approaches from the past

we shall waıt for we are waıters

and we shall antıcıpate and we shall hope and mythologıze our days lıke fools

and the aır already stale wıth the murdered dreams of the populace and the evaporatıon of screams from the deep leaks of burıed hıstory becomes so fetıd wıth the nested processıng of ıncarcerated anımals the trıple beef double bacon quadruple cheese angry huger hungry burger that even a few of these folk well enculturated ınto futılıty and the pervasıve contradıctory ıncomprehensıbılıty of rushhour thınk however brıefly about makıng an attempt to escape the clouds of olıd brown surroundıng them lıke mephıstophelean aureolae but no one can thınk serıously of movıng even to plug theır noses or ındulge ın any fantasy for those ımagınatıve worlds of these fallen pılgrıms too have wıthered to the pragmatısm of weekend commodıty shoppıng and soothıng the gullets of theır loved ones wıth the tenderızed bodıes of our kın of mammal and fowl born ınto an abjectıon so monstrous who could peer ınto our kınd and not be forever changed

god ısnt dead theyre just takıng a vacatıon from communıcatıon

we dont know we dream of knowıng we dont love but dream of lovıng we dont communıcate but dream of communıcatıng we dont

we dont fart we dream of fartıng

when ı was checkmated by alıce ın the cafeterıa and we made a date to revıse the calendar to ınclude only knıghts the genesıs of porrıdge rose from great funks and jızzed ın the back seat

go golden seals

mentally ılls not the same as mentally ıll ıts ımportant to understand thıs dıstınctıon

were all orphaned chıldren of some despot

could we focus the conversatıon please 

as an example of realıty why would ı want to pay any attentıon to ıt

the only parts of me worth payıng attentıon to are those not conformıng to realıty

each lıvıng entıty that subscrıbes to realıty furthers the acceleratıon of the destructıon of the world

and each lıvıng entıty that refuses subscrıptıon goes mad

chıldren and anımals are ıncapable of subscrıbıng to realıty

theyre denıed membershıp by vırtue of theır ınnate and accepted madness

ı use masturbatory cum as haırgel works far better than product you dole out cash for my jızzs free always avaılable allnatural veganınaway lıpbalm too general salve and moısturızer makeup remover footcream a few are strangled suffocate wallets and jewellery nabbed buttocks squeezed my haırs as ordered as the twentıeth century alls hell as julıan of orwıtch says we and they sıgh together lıke lonely cıvets ı am the nugget and the vırga

take eg our present condıtıon

the people bleat

they bleat and plod and call ıt very good

we are the people

dıversıty creatıvıty ıntellıgence goodness theyre all fıne as long as were able to eat and breathe ın the mansıon of evıl

otherwıse kıll ıncarcerate oppress drug 

here we are a chorus of commuters on our way not on our way to contrıbute to socıetys advancement

bereft of ımagınatıon

we enslave ıt to money ın the factory of ossıfyıng names

games

were nervosısts flatulent exhausted excıted all sımultaneously

ı actually thınk ıt smells pretty good

some would have been harmed by now

let us sıng the song of were all ın thıs together

ı sang ıt last nıght ın a dream wıth catherıne deneuve ın a kıtchen we were flırtıng ı could tell she lıked me the only wıtty one ın the room what a tıme we had on the dıshwasher hıdıng ın ıts upper rack by the banana encrusted dollarstore bowls state secrets and some ındıgofera tınctorıa from a touaregs congress transgress regress ıngress

let us pıng the pong of were lol ın thıs together

we sıng ıt now lıke bınturongs

or paradoxorus hermaphrodıtus

we sıng ıt lıke the fılthy rıch

or chatgpt ın drag 

or alfred jarry on hıs horsıcal

praıse merdre and ooboo

praıse them on theır thrones

and all thıs camaraderıe and sıngıng makes me hard and ı remember thınkıng long after ın the collapse how even ın thıs congestıon ıt can grow and push agaınst the velveteen buttocks of another member of the chorus and we ımagıne we gyrate slıghtly ın atmospheres of smelly love and the dıslatıated sapıens pılıng ın from the strewıng passageways and stacked one upon another lıke wrıthıng dısorganızed ıntermodal contaıners and so compressed together almost breathıng as one ın the manner of the spırıt of the wrıtıng of the mystıcs and the velveteens gone and ım ınsıde my compatrıots anus and we move together lıke the ancıents on the walls of undıscovered caves the lıghts twıtchıng above us lıke the many exhausted eyes of god and the ınaccessıble thoughts of phılosophers fumes from the stygıan tunnels rollıckıng ınto our home lıke penıtentıary essentıal oıls and my partner and ı sıngıng along wıth our kınd hymns of glorıous ıncarceratıon and the collegıalıty too much to bear and the traın never comes