the esoteric and the homodox, the arcane and
familiar, the oneiric and substantial, the purchased and the given, the robed
and the naked, the entitled and the violated, the tribal and the hard wind of
the commons, that which is caressed and that which is set aside, abnegation and
striving, enfeebling and potencies … here, without diminishment, is the knowing
that does not know in the currents of quarks.
that yellow
is a light which has been dampened by darkness, blue is a darkness weakened by
light is no less true today than it was or will be, that every statement is
from the non-existent platform of truth true and so to state is to be of the
state and in state and people of knowledge, unknowledge, and the immaterial
orders are less of state than mood and mood a form of homelessness … that this,
that this is, is something we might imbue into the imbibings of our formal
education systems if it were not for the comedies they so freely grant. praise be states in their beneficence of
tangential wit. praise be schools in
their oblique walllessness. praise be
enculturations in the smiles they hide.
for knowledge is that ancient game we play on time’s broken board. and we all have the rules. and i read yours the way i read butter. and mine in the manner of cheese.
i tell you the truth. you shall melt like milk in the abattoirs of
the law. and people shall laugh at you
like the violence of rabbits. you shall
climb into the bed of your tears like happiness. and then you shall know. then we shall know. then and when knowledge shall rear its rear
like cloudy eclipses and the moon shall be full and we shall be blind.
oh little pebbles. i eat you out like alice. i grow and shrink like nightmares. i am no phallus or pink and shiny thing, that
jewel in clams in cans. i am neither
satisfaction nor monks. i may be heat
but if i am i am of the kind of popsicles.
the irrevocable fire of the frozen shall be sucked by the eternally
starving. and this is the knowledge you
begin losing after kindergarten.
i suck knowledge like an alabaster cock stuck
in the forehead of maggots. i am blood
and eyes and both are sucking maws.
you are knowledge. i take you on my tongue like a too sweet
cough candy. i choke on you. you are a pebble. you are a desiccated rabbit. you are the perfect lie of the cult. i need you like blood. eyes eat blood and blood eats eyes and so the
world is made perfect again and again.
it is only our knowledge that prevents us seeing this, seeing eyes.
the mirror of eyes is set to the mirror of
eyes and what is exchanged between them?
the gods are decomposing.
democracy is a dead bird. love is
mechanical coffee. music is semen on
your face. and still i love you. still i love.
