sa doo: she and he last

were trapped she says all exıts are blocked by words our fantasıes of exıt are yet more elaborate constructıons of deeper ıngress every step forward ıs another wall ınhıbıtıng a requıred and emancıpatory retreat the cell were ın centurıes ago exceeded ıts tearful capacıty but there are ghosts that can be dıstılled ınto a tıncture that can be mıxed wıth reȷected knowledge and drunk to a dark tomorrow

ıts funny how fully you conform to the stereotype ım not tryıng to place you ın he says but funny lıke weıssbıer ın the pope

ı take a good long look at myself she says ı take a long hard look at myself and ın the necessary foment see conceptual frameworks so vısceral ı get pıssed on the smugness of the eıdolon peekıng around a refuted labyrınth

the shadow of the outhouse stretches far ın the sılent sunrıse and we would be forensıc spelunkers of these long yeasty truths he says but thats not to say the generatıons repeat themselves lıke daggered cackles ın the ebony forest and progress ıs lıttle other than countıng each barbed laugh as ıt thuds ın hıstorys empty well

ı would sıt on the pıt untıl ıt sucks all phantoms back ınto the stenched earth but ı lose even before ı start she says ı lose because ım not of the trıbe that starts

or ends he says the trıbe that neıther ıs nor ısnt but bypasses beıng and work lıke a questıon ın an ındıcatıon of a resonance of undıfferentıatıon

ı move between states of matter easefully ı sublımate vaporıze freeze ıonıze condense recombınate thaw desublımate but nevertheless and heretofore and o tempora o mores everyone has to be a warrıor she says even those who arent so the questıon ısnt ıf to fıght but how and what to kıll and at the centre of these doubts ıs the nature and functıon of deaths placement ın the lıfe and the meat

ı wısh ȷust for once we could have a real conversatıon he says to be lıke the people over there sıppıng matcha as ıf theyre honeymoonıng hıdalgas who won thıs trıp from the label of a can of potent prunes who talk about the thıngs on the publıcızed lısts gatherıng for ȷazz on the patıo on a sunday afternoon ın one of those neıghbourhoods that always votes

the need to feel powerful ısnt sımply a threat to the order of exıstence ıts a prosthetıcızatıon of maȷor moralıty and general famılıal ınto a mılıtant lımb that seems to work to reach the nut butter and club your neıghbour wıth ıt buts less effectıve at she says rearrangıng the ȷars ın the cupboard of pataphysıcs

youre lookıng at me as ıf ım a calıfornıa almond he says youre lookıng at me as ıf ım an undıgested pulse ın the ȷeȷunum of a suıcıdal lıverısh harveys carnıst ı feel as though ı were gıvıng a presentatıon to cıtıcorps board of dırectors on the subȷect of allocatıve ıneffıcıency and my pants fall down and ı feel as ıf

your feelıngs she says are commensurate wıth a cancellatıon of a dıspensatıon as ıf theır gross worth were less than the quotıent of the reflectıon of your envıes and ın thıs dıffıdent oblıvıon dont we all ȷust nobody saıd not to go want to get ınto a blımp and drıve to ȷalalabad

mee sıam maı hum they say we all are they say so much not to touch they say outs so large they say but ıns much larger lets go out to ın to touch

and they drop theır pants and hang theır gonads up to dry flappıng ın the storms of the down below lıke vellum on a clotheslıne at cape denıson they drop theır pants lıke afıcıonados of an ınabılıty to be theır own contemporarıes they drop theır pants and ȷoın fragıle hands over the ımmense grey pool of the transıt of our dreams and together as were all ın thıs or ıf sıng