pointed stick campaign sharpened by crowned teeth and lab-fashioned wedges / poking sleepy countrysides / inflaming the ghosts of future generations / I choose with desktop shortcuts / pre-installed, pre-ordained, a reflection of the never-dreamed lot / come, get lost in the last act / the audience is on stage having failed the audition
better than time, this is, guaranteed to furrow any pastoral brow, and wax every unapologetic offhand to a newborn sheen, and dice whole numbers into near-perfect qualitative equivalents buffed by triple definition tenses, the chatter of the tittering class absorbed with macro threads, all for the unforgivable price of 7 x 2
look away / the instructions are flagging after 30,000 days / the contingency is spent with a familiar whistled tune / all the milestones were dropped off in the desert with no leeway / lessons learned are never repeated / sponsors have fled to more temperate zones / the ice sculpture that heralded the start has returned its form to the puddle on the crosswalk / a new planet drifts into the galaxy intruding upon the sun
skew all data until the top level pops off / its hydra head landing in the pressed laps of the C grade / summaries flash-frozen / chewed to sharpen their molars / do the numbers dance this quarter? / filter air, water, responses, applicants, light / til the projections are as bright as an arcing flare in the backyard
not all dead, die / some snap crackers near your head / as sleep begins its nightly littering / some strip birch bark from your contemplative tree / some lie in the road playing deader / rattling the rust on your daily suspension / not all the dead forget there is air
show the half that hammers the nail into rough cut lumber / leave the smaller half who coined the term “blessed” / who have someone count for them in 1 pt numbers / visible only to the well-afforded eye / meanwhile the former half are contracted to build crosses out of reclaimed wood / catalogued as perfect for any large getogether
for all the suns / a blunted retina as offering to hold your places in rule / sunny repeated mistakes regardless of the world / except for cells refusing to merge / stubbornly stalled in the first stage towards a commonwealth unlit / blink long and dream again suns
this is where I am born / not the near asymmetrical division of cells / allowed through the front door as “us” / but the squirming pattern of blood light through eyelids closed / the erratic numbering of perpendiculars walking over the sidewalk / the notion at sunset spiraling lines to the core of another earth / the word of word dividing larger blinding lunch hour
there’s a box on the step / icicles tear above / and, of course, the new mind with a first day’s layer of dust / worth the wait in seconds to sugar / spoonfuls just before bed / sleeping with customer service / in a water bed filled with sea / and, yes, the mind / surviving the close box cutter above
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