Description is not enough
The soft Buddhism of your
lips
twinned voices to intoxicate
my singularity
when each of us were many
There can be no umbrella no
diagram to trace
the retreat of advancing
troops
no treadmill that hits for
the so-called cycle
no analog of tree
no coveralls to save Mr Green
Jeans
Nothing to unpack The
Fantastic Four
just me & Invisible Girl together
for the first time
Episode 1: duel of force
& relation
How the subject fails to
swallow
totality rejuvenated by jam
this is our toast to destruction
Episode 2: green room
Caught in the alien lights
I have been wiped and
swattled
O how I have been wiped and
swattled
Thought bubbles written behind
my back
deposited in the currency of
pleasure & pain
So much depends upon
the logic of the presupposed
Earth
Freedom and domination
co-constituted
Scaffold to ponder scaffold
to execute that killer app
to render the privilege of comic
mode
aswim in individual shadow
away from the brutalism of sun
your self-valorizing value forms a business plan
for monsters by monsters
Dear Mr Fantastic it is time
to go
Time to kill value - what’s the use - before
fact
Character first in a
structure that compels
each step confirming the
prior step
the strangeness of her lips
Dark wallnuts & grey
willows
subjective invisibility
inserts exclamation for The
Thing!
this time featuring Human Torch
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