02.06.25
You’re told and you
believe for you are sick
centuries of anger
panopticons for yourself into
Super-Masochist
tying or wrapping touch
this stock with speculum brand
easy listening every musical/lyrical boundary
in the history of recorded sound h
as been breached; every sacred cow upturned
the last great biopsy in the sky?
01.06.25
Lay your head on chatgpt’s
metaphorical lap
you're on the balcony now
with those model dream hands
running out the petrol smells
the blurred caloric
the First-Ever Uncrewed Triple Challenge
outsourced perfect abuse
lithium-polymer
choking circles
insert into graphene skein
the cure for gyroscopes
accelerometers it moves through
our bodies like
Mitteilungen Gesellsch
like a Floor Event,
open the door plate
its vapour light greenish white
that mad dead adult
near perfect child
impress the bunker
makes you feel that bypass
over cleared checkpoints
door re-opens says
now that was a tracking shot.
31.05.25
The martini bar dehiscence
the innermost core
a red brick ziggurat Vergangenheit
with sedition a weak voice breaks
even my professional cv
changes quite markedly depending
on who I think is going
to be reading it,
the openings the sinking feeling
the outroads the feeling
o that feeling
& the survival of sanitised rituals
into the present day Ur-Orgies
time to put your neck
on the line
in whatever way
you can verbena flowers
secundines
just do it.
30.05.25
The narrow tip lacks
stopping power
the ability to produce deep
aphids forever with ten black crescent
moons under your fingernails
in the Art Hotel
the blim turns derogation
on off for your ten black crescents
Spiritual Concierge marquee purge
remaining the only thing left
my heart cocooned unconscious R&D
backwaters & time &
there are no more backwaters
at The Games & Rules event
minor disestablished poets
claw into the anti-city
it is necessary to fight them
29.05.25
Nerve colonnades to prigend
triage your intimate hymn
in a clearing hide
inside to spin a eulogy
mhaimeo closed forever
on a saccharine number
V-Effekt agitatrixs
I have no people & nothing comes
but your face pixelight lumes
out from the garden
cold strobes swiped
I have cancelled everything
& now I am free to choose,
I’ll tell you about your walls
your mouths helved exit,
I’ll tell you about the floors
the acids arrangements
the circles of circles
that flow upwards towards your
esophageal tears gone seed piling
anemone rills stealing glim light
you say things sunk a knuckle
the stolen madrigals wassail
a name is misspelt