[for/with Rachel Pearl]
It’s been the thing i’ve been
trying to say
don’t write death on what
is screaming Life
(insistence on screaming
as a bodily gesture)
the space of sitting silent
amidst a scream
(yes omen)
(yes god)
(yes a prayer)
and also a running
the dystopic present
ongoes
amidst screaming
& people accepting & Certaining
Death death death
How pathetic
running to the end of feeling
Laziness
An admonition
I admonish the murders
in their saying
& so doing: Thinking
& by such thought: Ensouling annihilation
It exists in the high notes too
Your falsetto fascist
singed to a partial reality
Unburdened by the Real
[exemplify] Stop
except for the Restless bits (see what they gotta say)
خلص
القتل مقتول
Baritone gospel choir Alert in the heart Innards containing the narrative
Amidst abstracted shit Scatalogical cacophony They held secrets in their guts
They released insurgents Shared a movemented motion Hidden fugitive light
Sacrificial imaginary sequence Harbinger serenity Give me the apocalypse
Apocryphal light Relief in the mahdi Procession of living
Ghosts In accompaniment Prices populate the camps
ة
آم ى
ا
Far away ta marbouta Happy hot of my essence Self she lives in her Knot
obscures truth In her hidden side That she saves for jesus And his
Holy people threatened On earth I am surrounded in
The blood of my neighbor In the bosom of empire
Not the bowel of it Gratuitous rot ore Suspirian Hold love in a dying plot
Brandishing
soil
Sacrosanct burial In pits of orgasms
Kill me too plato
Make of me a fucking martyr
I’ve been waiting for this
Since first kalashnikov
Touched my
lips
I called my patriarch Benevolent Sweet tender flesh of man
Jesus’s dad
Tells me its okay
The song continues
Even after death
Karaoke life
Simulacral forensic
Phosphoric sertraline
Pits of despair diverted
Phonically i phind it all
sacriphicial
ل
Seraphim the silent
Poem i heard
once & forgot
كم كون
Helplessness
i laid in the park with
amidst moist grass
& many memories of passing days
But us we were in
A field of stars
B said we have because they do not
It was a was
I walked later to love
was held by chords
tiny soft blades
that could destroy
& instead decide
to make a pristine
Akh ya akhat
I wish i could choose away
From the fantastic
It is the meeting of the pen to
Possibility—all
Stroking infinities
Balagan balagan rap
Ballooning flight
Fuck it ya empire
Go to sleep
But Wicked prison guard never rest
Cracked vessel of man
Absorb your unholied light
I paradise i crux
I balagan & bikh
Ode to the new man
& parasite
of western
decadence
I hollow your rut
Eat it inside out
Shit a new barometer
Akh my ghoulish being
give me something other than coast
nothing but coast
Why can’t the flourless gun flourish
they make targeted action in conceit in destitute
Insofar as it becomes unnoticed
a cell in the body
Rachel Pearl said
that poetry is sex work
and the affective
is the visceral
Is the response-ability
And some need new
Leaps to new
Lovelinesses
I am talking about
