Christened Final Utterance
human beings are inherently adaptable creatures, sharing a deliberate resemblance with action figures, many popular destinations have been unusually quiet, at least we keep the curtains open, doing keepie-uppies with a balloon seven hours straight, a nice big epidemic in Kent
the moon exists when observed, more & more an instant memorial, cruelty, callousness, viciousness beyond any human understanding, died of b-cell lymphoma while awaiting execution, I sported something similar, now I can hardly breath, once is not enough, someone wrote a song about it, maybe Silver Apples, succumbed to litigation, inexorable crashes, capital panic is also a virus, lines composed listening to Silver Apples of the Moon by Morton Subotnick, what you’d expect from ‘66, you hear a lot of people talking neo this & neo that but never trust an application offering real-time feedback
how to converse with once working-class communities, once working-class recreations also ceased, now there’s a rhythm I can trust thank paste non-contentious deity, you can hear the isolation in his insect-shaman voice, suddenly slumped moneyspinner blurts one of five or six catchphrases somewhere in the dark string unpulled, the kind of thing her dad’d hear, the kind of thing which made him
always / ask / repeat / question / statement / paste
died of natural causes third of February ”99 with many things we’ll never live without, locked within watching twelve-part documentary on the glories of arbitrage pricing theory, the kind of thing that’ll put you to sleep, not talking fibromyalgia medication, paste orgiastic afterlife, I miss the cultural institutions, I miss the different kinds of tedium, one is not enough
did you know you’re living through non-revolution, the mechanism was invented in 1660 borrowed from a butterfly or maybe a shell, now you can fold your ironic eyes in the crevice of a haunted door
lines composed listening to Buchla Concerts 1975 by Suzanne Ciani, everyone’s nowhere & I can take photographs of such-&-such-a square just pigeons but only ever pigeons apparently
it’s only a matter of time before chronic wasting disease transmissions sounds like 1975-style sanitation of sound, conjures Tusja, drug dealers, NHS workers with less than four children, children with essential paper rounds only & claustrophobic cats, 27:58 & Suzanne the ready-made name of an earlier Suzanne holds her mirror to the fat electric scape paste non-deviant substitute for self knows her eyerollingly deleted face is probably tongue-distorted concentration-hideous please like sitting on a jetty at sunrise disgusting, fake-sounding applause, every day I open the window & wait for flashing light public address system
it never comes, lines composed listening to The Expanding Universe by Laurie Spiegel
I’d go to bed if it wasn’t infested with ineffability of waning love filter cutoff/resonance treatment inexplicability of different-smelling sweat, how would you describe your—
I wouldn’t
what’s the harm in telling them I’m bleeding from the ear canal, AIDS is trending, Sicilians sorted this self/isolation thing, content creators of balcony-facing-balconies, infrared thermometers-as-claves, stimulating, here I am at forty-nine coming out as in the least bit libidinal, that’s what the virus’ll do to you