#232 La Malédiction

                               When run through any
                      Icelandic-English
                                     translation app, the 
                                  atomic hypothesis & 
                           its concept of cloud comes 
                                             out resembling a gothic 
                                horror screen-play. No 
                        consideration for classical 
                                         theory. No sensitivity 
                                      toward sociological 
                            phenomena. Persons 
                                   under the age of 18 are
                               included only if they
                                     play in a marching band 
                            or Drum & Bugle Corps.

#231 The Drop of Water

A microchip im-
plant is placed
under the skin.

Nicotine patches
are spread upon
it. A free hand

selection tool that
includes an inter-
active game is

used to specify
the region of inter-
est. Whether that

be the mechanics
of water or the
flow of mythology

begin by drawing
a circular object
on your canvas.

#230 Megalomania

No-one questions the
usefulness of having
a power generator
around the house. A-

pocalypse obsession
goes back a long way,
& any highly-descriptive
formalism with reasoning

features is convenient for
developing an ontology
of practical steps to re-
store humanity. It becomes

what the world offers it.
Little bits of coloured glass.
Or. Walking the sweltering
streets of Manhattan naked.

#229 Pom 'po pom 'po pon po pon pon

La vache quit rit
& les lapins
qui jouent des
tambours have
little in common
except that Magritte
called this his
vache period &
painted lots of
rabbits—& other
animals—during it.

But, there goes the
neighborhood now
that musicians
have moved in next
door, & everybody
knows, as Leonard
Cohen reminds us,
that musicians fuck
like . . . well, like
rabbits. So, pom 'po,
paradiddle. Pom 'po,
paradise lost. Pon
po pon pon paradox.

#228 Mental Complacency

My grandfather was
a technician for Ma
Bell. He said, "We are

complacent in our
color attributions. The
only way to receive a

signal is to eliminate the
noise. There are no co-
incidences, merely portals."

#227 The Amorous Vista

Without this inter-
vening presence
of a sudden &
aggressive getaway

with some significant
other to that highly
recommended place
to karaoke, then it's

essentially a bucolic
image, even if no
sheep, no alpacas,
no fertility-symbols,

no Lacoste alligators
mingling with angels
holding dynamite, no
animated cuddly lions,

no eggs or rabbits, no
Japanese women,
no cameo appearance
from Don Quixote.

#226 Faraway Looks

Drained of context,
of creative market
mechanisms &
public policy, the
interior surface of
the shell is contoured.
Perhaps an actor sits
there knitting. The
mechanical, despite
its notion of longevity,
is just the biological
on a shorter rope—
banality was never
intended for posterity.
History is historical
romance, politics is
science fiction, to
quote Foucault. Work-
place romance
is a local construct.

#225 Fortune Telling

Someone
opened a
door & let
me see the
future. It
was as
bland as
the present
& as blind
as the past.

#224 Blood Will Tell

Even when
refurbished
to incorporate
beautiful en-

suites or worn
with denim
for a smart
casual style

property derived
from things from
nature is a step
back in time.

#223 La Courbure de l'univers

Light, which
normally travels
in straight
lines, follows

a curved path
when affected by
gravity. This is a
serious bottle.

#222 The Secret Life II

Economics is boring. So
too are all those Star
Wars toys when / they're
kept in the box. & boring

is why even the live
bad man black dog bite
mix of Henry Kissinger
as he mounts his return

to Hollywood is now
available in French for
free. How else to explain
the media visibility of

Chaos theory with its
streaming versions of old
cell phones being tossed
into the trash? Beauty is

uncovered in the most
surprising of subjects—
the discovery of a new
food, a detailed snap-shot

of online teen behavior—
but the duende is too fragile
to survive by scraping algae
from the rocks upon which

they live. The pressure to
perform prevents proteins
from being made. Every
poem is the story of itself.