Meandering under a greasy moon
An unctuous lunar ellipsoid
Baleful and buttery
Up: pustular corpse-eye
Down: polyvinyl fondlings
Rubber bullets; wobbly bass
(Read: pert tits; glitch)
Blue attic nights
In which the blue glows sexily
And drones ecstasy
We know weaponry
We throw destiny to the loups-garous
Sensors and metrics and Fidel Castro
Are the future
Arm the neutered
Sepulchrally reboot spongy gray operating systems
(Or?)
Or snort rails of Haitian zombie powder
While watching Roller Blade
On VHS
(Or?)
Or The Undertaker and His Pals
(Reading?)
probably Beckett
(Or?)
Or Peter Scully’s appeal
…
Fuck the lot of them
Their sad sacraments
Blue attic
(The blue of video stores circa 1994)
Barthelme smeared the moon
He had issues with the moon
… (Why?)
Our only jumbo night-light showcasing
– illuminating wanly –
All nocturnal earthly horror and miracle
Waves and menstruation
Asylum foaming
What a meddlesome cosmic ovoid
Coffins rattle around inside my skull
Like a maraca of bone
Let us prey…
On our natural satellite
[DONALD! FUCK YOU!] Star reference: 27 and 1/3
Diameter: 3475 meters kilo
238,900 miles from the blue attic
(Mean)
And still a motif
At that distance
About the girl in the attic: she appears ageless
90 or 9 – who knows?
Anemic and elfin and polyvinyl-hoodied
Likes kitchen-sink magic realism
From Massachusetts probably
That’s only speculation though
She could be made of porcelain for all I know
Green brie/celestial bod
And elegiacal brooding
Brood king elegy
The gradations of an outsider art –
I would read suicide notes as verse
Natural disaster aftermath as organic installation
I would read a schizophrenic hobo’s lice-mealy handscrawled autobiography
I would watch amateur porn and look for fluky symbols
Unintentional abstruse subtexts hiding in rutting creeps
Do not suffer pitiful mannerists like Lin Tao
Anyone can do Lin Tao: e.g., I need to check email… this is stupid… a koala ate Chris Penn’s chin off… I laugh and feel bored
(Scoff)
An antidromic hike into an ahistorical past is needed
Aikido for rapists; destabilization happens, essentially
Dissociation, Inc.
Detachment LLC
Campy blue UFO light
Looks like a straight-to-video erotic thriller from the ‘90s
Life does
Fafnir roars in UHF
I want death by band saw
No
I demand death by band saw
Yes
Goodnight, you pursuers of jackal delirium