Public Display of Attention
The road to somewhere is a tetris match against the walk in sidewalk of
the promise me bullshit jobs
no automatic capitalization
or guaranteed sanitation beyond zone 3 of
the ego
is a ghost
scaring the bones:
i hate bullies so i’ve become one
POW WOW NOW
would be fair
but i’m perfectly okay with just
NOW.
There are already too many people
with a telescope on regimes of truth
i didn’t sign my sovereignty to my
legs
hurt because thinking
against the future
about the future
because thinking
because the future
won’t spell much dexterity to
any of my tentatively
public limbs,
& i don’t even get many take-away
drinks but i know the political
is also espresso foam &
every added sum
but right here
too, and
mainly, dandruff
washed off those mega sweet grapes
from Aldi times the Met helicopter
casting shade over the sink
eating, voracious
a blunt shadow
to spite the shimmer
around water drops
left on read,
mid-flight
a mid-night
in mid-day.
Surely,
this too is proof
that relativity can be
as Special and General as my libidinal economy, besides,
HOW CAN EVERY GRAPE BE SEEDLESS !?
* ??
?!
!!*
As for statecraft,
well,
there’s no infinite reach on the air above and below the ground.
To paraphrase some academic footnote on constitutional spaces:
any two straws sharing
the same milkshake can
spurt equity disputes
among drinkers;
a rather fatuous species/world perpetual bias
nature made up for colonial stock
a zero-sum game
which any linguistic fire work
may very well
shrug off for all
autonomy is concerned with semantics.
Enjambment,
bio & logical,
may be the most honest way to be a fool:
drink the cup dry,
but spit it back in.