THE CONDITION I FOUND MYSELF IN AFTER READING LACANIAN LITERATURE

When an exotic man of peaceful beliefs and earthbound background
Finally arrives at my back alley
I’ll jump out of the container and bleat: I’m a goat!
Give me my lived experience!
Rape the coulds out of me, stone the ors, behead the shoulds
May the buts & maybes burn for infidelity
And I die collateral or
Become
Come
Me
Divine signified image.

One loved by you
Against many loved by them

AT THIS MOMENT I’M THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING ILLEGAL

There was a time when we could speak
Freely of raping goats
Just to feel the relief of
Not actually meaning it and where’s art now?
Where art thou
Where art thou
Where art thou
Mangy fucking after effects and creative mobs

If it were possible
To hold so many creative peasantry
We would be growing

Yes, we would be growing potatoes on the Moon

SHE/HER

She thinks there’s no place
For manners meaner than hers
She would love to provide me
With accommodation
Knowing that her pills cannot
Cure me nevertheless
She appreciates my willingness
To repent and
Shows me to her other room
There in a moment of grace
I witness her ceremony
As she puts on the iron butterfly

TO THE CHEERY SMALL PASSENGER

I’m sorry
My whole family
Of ideals died
I cannot listen to your arbitrary tales

If you happen to look past my plea
I will send black arrows of wrath
Down my throat and the liver will bleed gold

INDIGO

Parents won’t take you seriously
Until they shit their pants
By then it’s too late
You will never ever get that talk
Stop being a baby

Drape yourself
In vague egalitarianism
Prophesy it
To your optionless fixations

ELECTED IN THE NO

Did anyone? Did anyone?
Did ever?
Did anywhere?

Colours that bind the sky with windows
Bugs of delight joyfully jumping
In the air between
Oh houses, tell us what you’ve learned from the surroundings

And you? And you?

The eternal pimple conserves
A testament of youth on the face
Icy water on the crotches
And go walk the city

Was anyone?

It’s a blue explosion
It’s exile on a green surface
Happy demented lady squeezes out of the crowd
Greets the Sun on boys’ cheeks

We wanted it so bad
We really did