ingloriousi am all smilesinglorious by holyolyoly
and pale sun,
and we are wild
but in past lives
i was good.
tasseographyAfter absolving the windowsill violet, she savedtasseography by archelyxs
the Persian rug by feeding the greater context
of a harmonices mundi to his gaping lungs and golden teeth,
and the bitch and her tingling low comedy hallway conversations
called mandudebro to Andre Breton from across the media lab,
and I knew her before she cut her hair and the galaxies fell
and this is the paper that won't write itself at 3 a.m.
when french vanilla Irish creme hazelnut coffee all tastes like
battery acid and she is a toy, batteries not included,
and we couldn't tell the future in her coffee grounds
for the future is as inaccessible as the present which is not
really present in boxes of old things in the attics
of Thales Anaximander Pythagoras Empedocles Philolaus,
and after absolving the windowsill violet it took her
all of her strength to simply close the window.
AbiogenesisRealists will account for visions of light by telling stories of cassette ribbonAbiogenesis by ProtoRepublic
poured across a Joshua tree in the desert, the juxtaposition of an ailed freeway,
a car full of folded paper
And all of the accidentally beautiful things.
She says that winter has not burned like this before
but sometime they took down the last telephone wire
All of the people we loved don't call back.
All the things we believed in don't send postcards from the other planets.
Sometimes I think this collision is all we get
Ailed in dust in an atmosphere thickened with radar, the forest ascending and falling in a
lake, the atomic glow of Indian Hills from the rocks at night.
Nothing is created
but nothing is really destroyed