cleverity & sarcastrophe

blessing & curse

wit & wisdom

tho those may be reversed

for beauty's a wailing & truth a veil

so goes the verse

 

one xmas eve star
streaks down over low-tide ducks--
a wish upon you

hope you are [always fucking always] okay.

 

now is the moment i must ask for you
to pause whatever you do, whether three things 
or thirty or none at all, serious or sacred, 
profane or silly, pause within that condensed immensity 
of yourself, disconnect the tumult of petty torment 
to trust at least for this after all the abstinence
between us, trust and remove the hierarchy
of security clearance, of laws like walls of thorn 
just for this, just now, an invisible letting go
of what is not intrinsic but distracts to protect,
let go and allow the potential of us again to exist 
saturated with outcome pluperfect, and know
i love you as van gogh would, struck by you 
as he was by sunflowers and daffodils and rain,
by field and forest, that i see you with same intensity 
and love me, just now, love me for grasping the world 
holding you, love me for being mad as he was 
for beauty, for love, for genius, love me with clarity 
as a fury of star and calm of moon in woman form 
within this vast rapacious empty, love me and feel 
sunlight kniving in its trillions upon your thighs,
love me like it never hurts, love me like the pain
is a melting snow, love me that i am equal and lesser
and better, love me that i am my own never best
but by you, the roving hunger, the wild bloom,
love me that i cum to you two, three, four, five
times daily in honor and worship, in confusion
and control, love me that i become your exception
beyond exception, that my madness fits your own, 
love me that you have always wanted a fairytale,
that this much i can do, love me for wanting you
taking lovers who must allow that you call my name
never their own, love me outside the worries of safety
that we are brighter in the dark wisdom of ourselves,
love me with the focus of a book that sustains the years, 
love me with the warmth of a cat beside, love me
that our deepest vows are unbroken in their ideal,
love me as a greedy stubborn lecher of an egoist 
suborned, love me for loving you cunt and ass and mouth
all of it your mind, love me like a promise kept
at any time, sublime, love me o heart of salem, 
o succubus o witch o girl, love me with fingers twirling
upon your oceans, love me with dangerous grace,
love me as the boy i am, an ever falling angel of a man,
love me for losing myself in your hair, for finding myself
in the quiet glory of your eyes, love me no matter 
who is close, who you take, what obstacles dissuade, 
love me as king who is no king unless you love me 
with incautious sapience, my queen, love me
for being home, that we are the thing of things,
love me for slipping out that you feel my thriving
drive into you as you reach and pull and place me in
that i feel you, your clench and opening and moan,
love me, marry me, katie lynn.

My love's a spill 

of nightshade; a daffodil spray 
by moonlight; a cross-current
that spirals the spires of fire
tended with loss and wild in low 
apogee and wide azimuth; a child

of salt marsh before the siren
of the sea; my love's a wave
awash upon a wave awash upon star
storm-cloaked and lightning raw
with inscription; a warning

as promise, as kindness, as meta-
morphosis and apotheosis and tongue;
my love's heaven's forest floor 
of litany and eulogy; a simple song 
of the thing of things, my love.


 

 

the ambivalent mechanisations of nature
desire and dirt, a pear
from a flood do what
now, fuck heaven
eden is home 
 
portraying the devil
pray a good man
preach wisdom
preach greed

summer stores the spring
winter is a well
 
erry buddy
by that book

undermine what should be holy
the weight of stone
 
moss 

fire

things are beautiful
in certain light
 
there is no secret wisdom to it all
watch what you strike

truth

there are moments i am
bigger than good

 
know better?
yes, ascent
 
driveling 
 
madness
we go
 
hatching
quiet plans 
 
an America ago
hello
 
you can have my name
but not my number 
 
god only knows
I'm standing in a kitchen 
 
lost
flickering thru

with evolution
and volition
 
a fool
a miracle
 
a rhyme
whatever xanadu you stem from
 
mosquitoes in the punk
those trees

gods inhabit
so slow

i forget everything
i forgive

such anger in flowers dying
grief 

trains of tails
pollen daughtered

an image
no word tells
 
except whore
except more

swarm
choose

concentrate and cohere
genius in a nutshell
 
it's a dare if you don't
the winds concision
 
drafting empty space

almost
afloat

 
pay for what you wish
screaming laughter
 
opened wide
today

capital conceits
cathedrals with cemeteries

histories like allegories
hyperobjectified

what math
is man

a refutation
coalesced

almost like a joke
war 
 
unfocused

in fathoms
guilty

like guilt is a love
romance
 
a delicate noire
cardinals 

hangings upside down
avowed

towers
plots of ground

barely there
old

as concept, as self
scaling free

a simplicity
brute

as water
in origin
woods sing

the night
constellations

the dawn
psalms

the message
the mess
 
the tunes
beyond orchestration

my honor
my song

i was making coffee
thinking of you

and why not
such is

as it is.








 
 

'nature abhors a certain man'

  

 

"Fake Woke" 

Alternatively: Another Average Rage-
Fail Hate Trope of Flake-Nosed Bespoke 
Wank-Grope Syncope by a Brokemind Ape 
 
[Verse 1]
(i think it's crazy i'm the one who they labeled as controversial)
Well, this promises to be a whinge unbound from Cringe World--
(and cardi b is the role model for 12-year-old girls)
Whose axis spins a la mode that this puke be nonpareil-- 
(there's rappers pushin' xanax at the top of the billboard)
Like a MAGAchurcher pumping White on Christ less INRI and Debord--
(but if i mention race in a song, i'm scared i'll get killed for it)
'Nother nigga can't say nigger, fear-wank bed-banked ipse dipshit-- 
(it's backwards, it's gettin' exponentially dumb)
A sensoria devoid sapience, apocryphally zero-sum-- 
(it's more difficult to get a job than purchase a gun)
Who drools doubleplus alt-echt and lame lies the summum bonum--
(eminem used to gay bash and murder his mum)
Where solipstic nihilism is mortally meta-relative post hoc ad hom--
(and now he doesn't want fans if they voted for trump)
A half-vast fascist deflection viens rime et deplorable raison-- 
(we're ashamed to be american, you should probably love it)
An embarassment begging ignorance, performative and sociopathetic--
('cause you have the right to say it and not gеt strung up in public)
An equivocation of equivalence by an emptily fortuned incompetent--
(as children, we werе taught how to walk and talk)
And this motherfucker gishes without gallop, womp womp--
(but the system wants adults to sit down and shut up)
A paranoia styled in paroxysms of mildew-belched hiccup--
(cancel culture runs the world now, the planet went crazy)
A paradigm of radical reductive regress back to the gaslight, cuz lazy--
(label everything we say as homophobic or racist)
Or counterfeit; or brokewit; or bushleague; or rabied--
(if you're white, then you're privileged, guilty by association)
The plaint of the White supremacist, shady remissed mis-renumeration--
(all our childhood heroes got me-too'd or they're rapists)
Build! That! Wail! O, disingenuous Darwinist, identifiably extant but dead-end. 

[Pre-Chorus 1]
(they never freed the slaves, they realized that they don't need the chains)
O, that American 'we' flicker-flakes come tales ingrained for hatred's sake--
(they gave us tiny screens, we think we free 'cause we can't see the cage)
As 'we' trip the plight fantastic, do 'we', ya wee fucking damaged cabbage--
(they knew that race war would be the game they need to play)
With a low-rent amalgam of 8chan 16-bit rage-meme garbage--
(for people to pick teams, they use the media to feed the flame)
Q's genius! All fallacy's twice-fellated! And integrity's never Evil's hostage.  

[Chorus]
(they so fake woke, facts don't care 'bout feelin's)
Lies don't care 'bout feelin's. Delusions don't care 'bout feelin's--
(they know they won't tell me what to believe in)
Anthropomorphised constructs don't give af about proud-to-be-dumb arrested development impenitence--
(they so fake woke, same old safe zones)
Another wannabe slaver mostly milquetoast; another yokel whose only joke is to project itself--
(they so fake woke, facts don't care 'bout your feelin's)
The moronic appeal to emotion is the saddest of red herrin's. 

[Verse 2]
(i think it's crazy all these people screamin' facts, but they fake woke)
Well, ain't that an eiron's mush-mouth bosh of axiomatic bias from the comatose--
(hate their neighbor 'cause he wears a mask or he stays home)
Trigger warning: This but the motte before the bailey of bigotry re-droned--
(has a daughter, but his favorite artist said he slays hoes)
Fuck if this diatribe suspends disbelief of suspended disbelief by tone gross-- 
(picks her up from school, music slaps on the way home)
Fuck if it don't: Even its weakest spit is underdone and overblown--
(censorship's an issue 'cause they choose what they erase)
O, glory: Loops in the noose which lynches praxis critical of place-- 
(there's a difference between hate speech and speech that you hate)
Except when there ain't, emotion not negating what causatively correlates--
(i think black lives matter was the stupidest name)
And as prophesized, pietistic ignoratio elenchi obfuscates--
(when the system's screwin' everyone exactly the same)
To dismiss by pooh-pooh omission with that vlittle brain quite self-conciliate--
(i just wanna spend thanksgivin' day with food and my family)
And don't mess with this dude's Black Friday morning shit: It's shielded by babies--
(without bein' accused of celebrating native casualties)
Don't dare say what is and has been: Don't own to myth-lauded theft by Manifest Destiny--
(we got so divided, it's black and white and political)
Not the fool's gold-hued value-set of cynical, gullible, and farcical! By backpedal!--
(republicans are bigots, libtards if you're liberal)
Moral high-ground argumentum ad temperantiam? Faulty generalisations from a rapshill--
(there's riots in our streets, and it's just gettin' worse)
Go fanboi a fucking boat parade since Black equality's too perverse--
(y'all screamin', "defund the police", y'all are genius for sure)
Of uncritical acclaim and Blue-White-Macht-Reich union-klan tenure, durr--
(they're underfunded already, they're way too busy to work)
Infested with a vestigial culture of abusers who steal from those they coerce--
(order food and call the cops, see what reaches you first)
Or! Update the OS and ethically un-pork: Slay that statist antithetical cop-thirst.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
(segregation ended, that's a lie in itself)
Tf is this now, confessions from a dunce-cum-elf?--
(that was a strategy to make us think they were tryin' to help)
O, nother furtively harrangued straw man with a cause oversimpled and milked--
(they knew that racism was hot if they designed it to sell
Don't need a PhD in paralogy to recognize demonology from Kafka-trap discount Hell--
(we buy up every single box and divide us ourselves)
And the boxes unfold to crosses and it's all too complex, cept for piddlin'.

[Chorus]
(they so fake woke, facts don't care 'bout feelin's)
Feelings are the purview of the sentient. Your Venmo need Venns? Ya teethin'?-- 
(they know they won't tell me what to believe in)
Sui generis bullshit army of magic, myth, and non compos mentis incomprehension, is it?--
(they so fake woke, same old safe zones)
Do you brush your throat out with soft soap when that brainstem drops crapload?--
(they so fake woke, facts don't care 'bout your feelin's)
The moronic appeal to emotion is still the saddest of red herrin's.

[Verse 3]

(we use violence to get peace and wonder why it isn't workin')

Well, jumbo shrimp! Parking in driveways! Peanuts on airlines! Perfect-solutions!--
(that's like sleepin' with a football team to try and be a virgin)
Another 'rappist' all-in that lukewarm and mediocre be more than loss of anal-retention--
(politicians are for sale and someone always makes the purchase)
A heavy-handed hardheaded pitch for ano-theo-lachrymoso culthooded deathwish--
(but you and I cannot afford it, our democracy is worthless)
The Aristocrats! Cuz this fool don't believe birds, bees, and breezes crown forests--
(if a man has mental illness, call him crazy, say it silently)
Like silence safeword and DSM-V blunt instrument BDSM trauma, huh, chief?--
(when country's goin' crazy, we accept it as society)
Doesn't seem circular af when tautologies tautology tautologies, eh, centipede?--
(get sick and take a pill, when the side effects get you high)
Real sick grease-and-weave-and-quease of tangential non sequitur, surprise--
(you get addicted like these rappers dying fighting with sobriety)
Somehow doubt they dieted and died in relapse for the hate-click notoriety--
(censoring the facts turns our children into idiots)
Curation for quality even slow kids know focuses dissilience--
(they claim it's for our safety, I'll tell you what it really is)
All data fits all braingrades, right, you hollow-point ballistic conniption--
(removing information that empowers all the citizens)
Least there's no lack of weak silence spined to ignorant insinuation--
(the truth doesn't damage points of view that are legitimate)
O, again tautology like it's tautonym and both synonym and syllogism well beyond comprehension--
(they're tryna change amen to a-men and women)
Not a triggered virtue signaled lie rejecting eighty years of science as proven!-- 
(how'd we let 'em make praying a microaggression?)
Quit throwing up the false and the evil to gods only as bright as some limited twerp imagines--
(instead of asking god for the strength to keep winnin')
How about a humble-brag like doing -that- well is -also- sin that brings damnation?--
(we cheat to get ahead, and then we ask him for forgiveness)
Onward, pass the plate and click the link, o hypostatic incoherence!

[Pre-Chorus 3]
(feminism used to be the most righteous of fights)
Hand-me-down armour outta style for 21st c. wimmin pickin', o Knight o Manly White?--
(but these days it feels like they secretly hate guys)
No: You're disliked by those self-respecting and actualized, the despicable honestly despised--
(i don't trust anyone who bleeds for a week and don't die)
Contrariwise, ain't much wisdom trusting those whose truths weakly lie--
(i'm just kiddin', but everything else that i said is right)
QEFD [see above appeal to humor; dishonesty; false authority] and bitch a better bite.

[Chorus]
(they so fake woke, facts don't care 'bout feelin's)
Sociopaths, and garden variety narcissist wannabe-sociopaths, don't care 'bout feelin's--
(they know they won't tell me what to believe in)
Yeah, who knew stupid's too inherently stubborn for learnin'--
(they so fake woke, same old safe zones)
Maybe transmigrate above the condition of a taint joke, speaking of slippery slopes--
(they so fake woke, facts don't care 'bout your feelin's)
The moronic appeal to emotion is still the saddest of red herrin's.

 
 
some believe magic of a thing 
is the how of the magic
or that magic is what you get 
and what's lost and profit 
with little thought to process 
closer to infinite than yourself

 
holding me wide by the wrists 
i'm promised not to tell 
how she can put her fist 
in her mouth to her wrist 
and then instead dances 
as she says she dances
with Grandma
 
 
 

Whites Only

America First

Man Absolutely
 

      "False Positives"

SUN SLANTS SHADE. CHLOROSTILBON BRACEI 
A JUBILANT WHIRLWIND OF THEORY
SHOT. BOX. MUSEUM. WORLD. TO IMPROVE 
WHEREWHEN AND WHATWHY AND WHO 
DOES ONE KILL? CORRECT. DISPARAGE RIB.
DIMINISH SKULL. MIX MEAL OF MARROW 
WITH HUMMING BRAIN. USE FORE AND THUMB 
TO FRACTURE SILENCE: EVER JUST THE ONE--
BRACE'S EMERALD'S ALLELUIA, ALULA, ALLELU. 

AND IN YOUR BLACK FIELD BEHOLD
COPTOTRICHE PERPLEXA SOFT
STARLIGHT AND ROT. YELLOW-BANDED
ABDOMEN. WINGS OF UNSTAINED GLASS.
WHAT IS THE GREATEST FASCISM?
CORRECT. WITH CHILDREN'S SCISSORS
SNIP FORELEGS AND ANTENNAE. BEHOLD
A PAY RAISE MANUFACTURING DUST--
O, CHESTNUT CLEARWING MOTH.