library poems

for justy on june 13, 2024  

It’s okay to accept going bald
Hacking up extraterrestrial pollen
You hate how much i love smoking
The miracle is interior and
The world changes accordingly
I’m mainly just an unpleasant person
With a monthly stipend
Compulsive orality infinite skin folds
A lot of good if stopped depending on
Vagaries of individual attitude and persuasion
Space fucks up the decorator-architects
I’d rather you steal than ask
I’d rather you cheat and still love me

for jonathan on june 15, 2023

did you know lizards can do immaculate conception?
meanwhile I wake up in the morning feeling bad
shirt sticks to armpits cuz wore it yesterday
everyone needs Spinozist Wallace and Grommet pants machine
lizard parthenogenesis is nice actually because no males
I’m squatting in the negative space created by Wallace’s teeth marks in the moon cheese
still jealous of Descartes-level ego
while I self-fertilize, roast pineal glands, sell off ballooning value of our IN-vironments,
jinx remaining mojo with goth font and dresses with consciousness,
when I get into my emails I’m easier to deal with
today’s nothing
the late 90s were the heyday of pierced genitalia

for morgan on september 9, 2022

I don’t know how I feel about this shirt
that which is called safety can also be called servitude
how honest should we be when we say which bed we want
even if we theoretically believe in revenge now not capable bc tired
crush oriented ontology
don’t answer yr texts keep having vibes 
fuck poems i just want to get back to krumping 

 
for yagiz on July 1, 2024

the rat in my head goes way back with the angel of history
morally bereft but shamanistically upstanding
like Marcuse said:
 “haven’t been up to much lately
state-sponsored personality splinter,
Aaliyah forever”
post-solstice brat hagiography finally waning
100 Lasik eye surgeons inside the Dakota
the world trade center should have been a laundromat
I joined the band even though no pants
Let’s take this show on the road
b/c i subletted my life
I’m big and I’m ready

for sean bonney on august 6, 2022

exile from the self a psychogeographic experience
listening to the dead again
on a sweat-ribbed couch in at least three haircuts
just because we’re dead (they say)
doesn’t mean we are exempt from class struggle

catch-phrases used to smooth mercuric love into information
in the field of delicious craters
we are fed to institutions

there was a sideshow in bay ridge today
my mom taught me how to cheat on my taxes
israelis killed 43 probably more in gaza
palestinians mass amputated Tamworth weapons factor

milk’s symbolic value    geopolitical consternation
burn the floating empathy dock to stop profit’s afterlives

Fanon says in the inverted nonbeing corners of the city
you can still hear the skeletons scream
as they tell each other about their bad days

for rachel pearl stuart on february 24, 2022

the trick is to have 2-3 bodies
so they’ll really bring home the cash
and you can slime into the gutter
wearing hotel sex, tin foil hat, futureless buildings
just let me be in the snot village (peripatetic school)
I milked the big park buildings for 20 vials of jonathan lethem’s blood
history vertigo won’t stop licking my table, jonathan
modernity’s obsession with salvation has really wreaked havoc on the public bath
my bed arranged for paying customers
books on the bedside table are moist
we learned how to cry again when we finally stopped reading