On Pain (III)
Hi friends,
We might be the first generation that doesn’t die.
To that end, my team and I have spent the last few years
building the world’s first Don’t Die protocol.
Rose note ends goals, purposes, meaning
in the genital area snow falls again
has itself become sick
tenderness in the coarsest demands
what is turning in the wrong sky
dear light & to vanish closed
the scent of oleander, pink pepper &
tamarisks lingers forever
& in the diadem goodness
before fade-outs must be the Heart
now gradients in your Don't Die Crewneck
negative values conspire apart
can be eventually eliminated abandoned
what cruel brightness
denied your sleep
between the Left & the Right
wrecked chine
torn lithium downlight
Eternal Gardens but lay for me here
you your sweet-rising voice
rouged carmine pining
pains generally are here
or becoming visible again
there in your room
are peaks gently kissed
inwards its private world
so we become an insurgent cell
of one & when love is not unbroken or exiled,
& not without eyes
can be that skeleton that unpities every word
inurns small drubbings on the Kingdom of the Sick
the New River Walk its dewy garden
abolishes suffering resting on hips
leaks out the last crypto-communist
whispered to itself:
‘Nobody exists’
then falls dead
in the walls, floors bondage
of predation even the living will seem unreal
we will have to choose
just how much unpleasantness
we wish to create or conserve
- if any excruciating suffocating wish
hemlocked clung sweet to giddiness
the hyperthymic steel link,
not a rivet, or euthymic
winking at the brim
travel to Switzerland to die
& the dying
need not be sick
little insects all screws bolted
curled black lids
fading shells
bumps, kidney shaped abscesses
& the dead 227 figures
meant for Linz
Bundesblatt 77% underneath light filched
to pale dapple-greys all but rain
between buildings
the masseuse chairs in Hauptbahnhof
are actual police proxy codes wire to wire
we must remember,
doesn’t last long enough
memorised in amice song
the cultus medicine paste
trespassing in reuptakes
some things as free
through this alkaline garden
sterbetourismus the glass doors
cruelest irony in Zurich PLC
a 104-year-old scientist
of moderate renown & sound health
ate cheesecake, listened to Beethoven
& then he died, final agent of death
was intravenous dose of barbiturates
dissolve, quite forget & cruelly
lack no more.
Your biomarkers taken this
whole thing to the extreme
Salmon sperm facials
my quiet breath boughs, toured
the midnight
i eat my Schweizer Pass with Cordon Bleu
vomited later
learned that I had acquired giardia
I could not be recognised in German.
‘sooner or later each of us is obliged,
at least for a spell,
to identify ourselves as citizens
of that other place’
faery lands forlorn in place of doves,
in the kingdom of the sick alpine sanatorias
pull down, innovative treatments
for all kinds of malaise replace
where many things end
instead deceiving a confederation
privacy self-determination
to be free over the still stream
not england keeps me
aliv e rendered by service
destroying them for their belief
so burning how unwell we are
in a sacro pod
every four minutes instead:
I’ve tried to become that person.
I am certainly the most biologically measured person ever.
tenderness & the hurrying shadows
equal with penetrating beams
both foreseen this,
upon a repentant knee
in fact, fairly miserably
do I still wake or sleep? Montaigne’s quinsy
primum non nocere
more latin words pls. in highgate bat caves
down to the palest twilights for pure well-being
from our first faltering blueprints
hovered was not to be seen
like dividing by zero
that cures all but ends all
stuttered fades sweat-bedewed
Manifest Destiny
rose up amidst the songs
of fitness benefit
either way blow the scythe northward
in encephalisation of emotion
voice ceased our genes desiringly white
earless less benign
this time into the rostral shell
photographs of lilies with funeral sympathy bouquets
Alex Karp’s mothers collaged motifs
in response to local racialised killings
Name Gentle Asphyxiation,
& pain the type you feel
light karma sinking back pleasure-cells
sinking back asking what will have to starve miserably
in the Genetics Of Paradise
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