i didn't read this.
i make a statement not a picture.

i am demonstrative.
i am hidden.
i made a statement with a picture.
i won't read this.

i find it impossible to start.
i go on and on.
will i live with my hide.
will i give up my beliefs to keep it.

bury me. will you bury me?
this is a question.

i can't read any of this.
this is a picture of a statement.

Lester, Warrior Puppet

For
Lester
so loved
this sinful whirl,
He gave us all His
pun; that we don't want to live with
Him one day. The time was short for Lester Oracle in which He

moved
through
politics and
fools, his teachings
spread throughout the land. His
miracles saved us all, and showed Lester’s love
for ham. He rose from death, as He had said. His word was

false.
The
Fed came
that fateful day,
the phone book don't tell
us, no. Now, modern times are hard on
some of us and cause us all to need the love of Lester.

It’s
through
Lester’s love
we handle puppets
and how to use string
for manipulation is just another way Lester sees
fit to use our misfortunes. Come to cloud these modern times we live.

We
need
not fear
what Lester has
wraught. We need not know
His plan. Just think the words He’d make
you say before you’ve breathed a word. But Lester forgave our debt today.

The
greatest
love you’ve
ever known is
not just a death away.

So what can you do in the case like that?
What can you do but sit on your hat,
Or your toothbrush,
Or your grandmother,
Or anything else that's helpless.

- Burl Ives, "The Whale"

Dearest poets, kindly compatriots all
This one is for you.

Yes you're the one.

Murder your manners
You uppity rung grippers.

Fucking them's too kind.

Begins with you only you

garde-ensuite!
la défense arrière!
âne vulnérable!

Oder.

Oder hintere schutz, oder verletzbarer esel,
ungeschützter esel, ungeheures ungeziefer
mit gefährlich senf. Und ein Ottakringer (ja?)
ist das bier, ist identität für, jeden Wiener.

Ponderous


Pataphysical Keatsian:
                        negativa with a twist.

Mephistophelean congeries:
                        the Marlowe Faustus phantasmagoric.

Keats' Faustian Fanny morality:
                        a Keatsian veil.

A way to locate a style of annihilation:
                        contending forces of self-possession.

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(please, note,
this program is for parents,
not for children)

We all think you just                                know
So don't be an ostrich

awareness reviews the signs
our red flags                                        can indicate
your child could be using
our drugs

share your experience
go over
three tablets of para
                                         pher
                                                    na
                                                             lia
(thank you officer)

everyday items used in the home

                                 (used for drug use using
                                     users drug usage drugs)

drugs look like the child
and the parent usurps
the little baby jesus

snuggle bear

We all think you might                             know
our child uses
huffs of gas crouching
cracking nitrous booting shooting
When the stars come together
homeless and broken education
join us and won't you slurp some

                            (don’t stick your head in the

                                                    sand)

Rotten tooth, gum crowbar

We all think you know

We are followed by a question
Answer the parent officer

Sign that the child is using
burps out a window
damn those stages of drug use
Cans tumble down the street

             De
pen
den
                             cy
             re
ha
     bil
         i
                    ta
                                     tion

and relapse drugs

tell them can means do
a can-do doer doing
can-do in the can
sell 'em in a can
sand in the head

drugs are not using do
    you use what I do
         mon dieu!
             mind you

a sprinkle of forms and sources
because their effects are illegal

                                                         score

three tablets of drug para
                                                    pher
                                                             na
                                                                    lia
(thank you officer)

this cross                                        

                                            hold it up please

                                                         |
                                                     ---+---
                                                         |
                                            
                                             thank you lord
                                                    kapow!
                                                   got 'em!
                                      (trigger finger pull me)


we give you thanks for wonder bread

snuggle bear master nation

a moment of silence every day before school
Head slams the concrete beside the pool

And I am free, I am free tell me I am free

and using

household items can be used
and used again
and your child ask
how your drugs are hidden

(household item in the ostrich)


what to a fix to sticks the blame where I sticks?
What to affix to stick the blame where eyes tick?
We're selling bloodied crosses

Ever seen an ostrich that can fly
                                                                        high

snuggle bear

Touch my monkey.
Monkey see, monkey do.
What you monkey, all you monkey.
The surest way to make a monkey of a man is to quote him.
More giddy in my desires than a monkey.
Lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called him mandrake.
The strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.
And there I saw a monkey. Just like me.

Here you are. Sitting on my couch.
Dead after all these long years. Watch
as your finger falls off. Black blood rolls gently
from your ear joining the pool under your ass.
This is a black mass and your attendance is required.
The reliquary is obvious, invisible and violet. The tendonitis
is metaphysical and transubstantial. Life is obscene and
criminal. You should never die sitting upright
damn it light me with your smile. But there you are.
You should never have to die on a snowy winter's eve
slammed into a tree with a steering column up your throat.
But there you are taking the low road. Inevitable.
Superliminal yet invisible. Sitting on the couch. Dead.
You should never die because someone told you
to skip the medication. But there you are. You
should never die because the gun is there and nothing is
fair. But there you are. Be here now
my ass. This is the bosonic joist. The ultimate
heist. We were never here.

P.S. No one ever listened.