Fauxhawk. Ben Doller
Читать онлайн книгу.apportion my portion.
I appose my pose.
I appraise my praise.
I apprise my prize.
I archive my chive.
I arrange my range.
I arrest my rest.
I ashame my shame.
I asperse my purse.
I assault my salt.
I assign my sign.
I atomize my mys.
I atone my tone.
I attack my tack.
I attest my test.
I attire my tire.
I augment my meant.
I avail my veil.
I avoid my void.
I avow my vow.
I await my wait.
I awake my wake.
LACANIAN INC.
aw hell I am
at a such a great
distance from
this conflict
in the halfawake
uninvolvement
I couldn’t even
pretend to read,
see, I have
amassed this
massive inaccessible
intelligence, better,
knowledge, eminently
translatable in
vocab-sense yet
the syntax
I consider hostile
as it I cannot
occupy, like
walking on a historical
flood—THE—
westernspeaking
(what starts the west up?),
where the guy put
the beastcouples
on the boat, all aboard
the mythosphere,
right?, & what
about all the lonesome
creatures, what about
the poor wet plants?
God was god
mean. Now
we have the imperceptible
cloud, but remember
when your hard-
drive crashed
& all you had
was, like, blasted
into the nowhere
from which
Already this thing
is exhausting, the mere
weak endeavor alone:
packaged in this eyeball
trimeter whatever,
if I were you
I wouldn’t have
come this far. Maybe
bathysphere would
have been funnier.
Should it instruct
or delight. Brrr.
I’m a little chilly—
let’s do this
in the sun. Not
bad, though I have
to squint. So that
shall be my platinum
leash. And that
shall make me free
to articulate my business
in a practicable manner.
All I am
is early into
the obviousness
of my 3rd trimester,
squinting, autobio-
graphically. Wouldn’t it
be nicer to upgrade
the interface?
A lighter legtop?
Artists like apples
because they restrict
creativity, thus allowing
more. Can’t beat that.
Give me small
holes to blow through.
Also, the matter of the sexy
titanium compact. The matter
of matter being “sexy.”
The matter we call matter
but is not what is the matter
with what is. I am
not an artist,
I just like to type.
Kidney dialysis/dream analysis.
Urges, negations,
substitutions:
One word
for another: that is
the formula
for the metaphor,
but I prefer failure
in all its
dangling
permanent permutations,
prefer saltwater
to water, the way
it goes liable
for life, yet it cannot
solve this global
drought. Yet it cannot
solve its steady rise,
the effacement of all
beyond taxonomy.
I prefer it molecularly,
this H2O, this NaCl, not the drought itself,
not what this human
blood has done & does do.
IKEAHACKS.COM
There go those thirties, not in making,
but in consuming the reappropriation
of Indonesian plywood embossed
with the Swedish flag. Shout it out: a passable
enterprise, we enjoyed it, flat-packed
for the premier and only tick of relocation +
ultimately crammed in a context unununlike.
Sometimes a system completes a subsequent
system. Sometimes you need a triple negative
to persist. Mostly dead language is all
you get to get. I don’t think I can hack
it tomorrow. How to ship my model ship
to you, how? Look at this having + what
more: the will to be had. Look at this this,
redescribe the current potential, flaking
as