Celebrity Zombie

Shook hands with John Cage

Dreamt I was Vincent Price

Kissed Harrison Ford on the mouth

Dracula never had it so good

Guns on stun

$3M in Fentanyl at Central Park West

I met Shelley on a plane from LA

But she wasn’t‎ monstrous enough

See how she sobs

‎Running from the camera

It’s the end of the burrito

That should be the Beatles

When belonging doesn't rhyme

It all comes down to specimens  

26 years of Plato’s forms

‎She actually said I adore myself

Time for a Tyranny timeout   

I’d like you to meet the walking dead

Picasso’s grunt

He was both a positive & negative assist

More than one Signatory

But refused to cash the check

Written out to Lyric Poetry

Without the hormones

If the broom fits

      -after the Yerbamala collective & SR

This next poem is called Infection

Phenotype eye poison

or how we are infected with whiteness

The unstoried poet touchtypes

It’s his mother’s dictate

Gender’s abandoned punchcard

Tell him to tell it to the dead

the Irish joke already gone

These fists of mine

Bled in from mixing

the color of epidemic

captured or orphaned

I heard the food hit the floor

3 second rule but ate it anyway

2 lovely sons

Listened to 4 saints

but lost it at 3 card monte

2 one-hundred franc notes

Paris flea mart 

near parochial school

I see your city

& surrender it

I see you in such a metropolis

Mother of figure & line

She said welcome cavemen

welcome conquests

so long ritual onslaught

This next poem is called

If the broom fits (witch)

it is time to ride

Capitalism & Climate Change

It depends on what ‘is’ is

Errant scare quotes if the world is

actually immersed

in lost positives

or imagined dynamics

(I'll take false cons for 100 please)

Trapped in amber

ampules at Grasse

vials and beakers

actual essence unfolding

in the aroma of the golden lab

History lost

in the empire of always already

alive in vampiric fake history

Not sure the world actually is