Third Semester, First Trimester
It turns out that you can in fact Sellotape a smile to a face if
you purchase enough own brand sellotape (twelve pack mummifier).
Three or four reels ideally wrapped in kidnap fashion particularly
if you are a little cavalier with the hair.
Leaning on the motor cortex, baby.
That way the pinky pie smirk will not unravel. Although of course
you must want to keep it
fixed, as a beauteous/bounteous exit wound.
This sentence is not in the Bible.
Maybe make each wakeful morn (Breedable Workforce Divergent),
a lap of honour.
Every moment dislodged from the shithue hour,
a triumph of dampened ears.
Set about a sardine
and wonder loaf diet day one.
Baby shave all misplaced hairs
Save the Date for Don’t Pop The Pills.
Stare straight forward
and spread your arms spill ass wide in pantomime embrace.
Every dollar you give might make a difference.
If you can find it in your heart
to love every dog unconditionally
you could find it in your heart to love every human. Perhaps.
Jesus never said this,Scholars tell us. His frequent travels would
have made owning a pet difficult. They say.
Look harder. Look a lot lot harder. Jesus kinda said this.
Sure,you say. As soon as I have addressed where all the clothes hangers*
in my life have vanished to.
Sophie reckoned Jesus was more of a guinea pig person.
*Theologians maintain that if all personal search and rescue missions are
arranged in alphabetical order you will indeed find clothes hangers
before compassion.
Lest we let slip
A path* of sorts unwinds aside the
vacanted plinth in the park.
The plaque describes the female Mark IV* in
futile mechanical detail. Hallowing a gone tin.
The space once occupied by tank.
Peace Grove** overgrown and underloved.
Fragments of self soiling chicken resting in provisionary coffins.
A metaphor for loss, chops up Frank,
for souls with towels as curtains.
*’emptiness is also a part of the path,not as a nihilistic nothingness,but as the absence of inherent’( Columbo episode ‘Now You See Him..’- a magician claims an airtight alibi-sealed in a tank of water- for the murder of his employer who was blackmailing him under the threat of revealing his past as a Nazi prison camp guard
**Julian
***Harvest chestnuts. Try not to die.
The cat is dead, Sophie.
Every quantum event with multiple possible outcomes causes the
universe to split into different branches,with each outcome occurring
in its own distinct universe so in one of them I am married to
Emma Watson but she is a narcissistic crack addict I met at Prince
Charles Hospital after she stabbed her ex pimp with a shiv made of
papier mache…. and now I have to go and hose out the peach
processing bins.
Take out the cat, Sophie.
‘Fill my leaving with incontinent joy’ (A Popular Psalm For Funerals)
Me eating only a sleeve of gluten free cookies
over the course of a day in bed. That’s repulsive.
Me selling myself because I don’t feel like standing
behind a bar anymore. That’s an indelible stain
on progress on my own talents. Repulsive.
Root beer floats are repulsive. That’s milk and water.
Me, in a moment of blind elation.
Imagine. Me sitting down before a cheesecake factory menu
and seeing only letters.
Me fucking without even a hair as much the enjoyment
I get from a waffle--
and the blindness they parade to their own repellency
makes us jealous
more than we know how to put it kindly.
Me expecting some smart shit poem or something.
Me asking.
Say something nice at my funeral, sweetiepie.
