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the tOtal algorithim

She was from Facebook.

Facebook, California–

–a genuine, simulated fashion designer,

and I dug the newstream she ran in…

every group she belonged to rejecting

me as a member, and I liked that, too—

her every past,

original, shared, or

tagged,

& trendier comments

penguin emogeeZ flawlessly executed

& ranch house in Farmville

where she summered

well-plotted.

No philistine, either, she

captioned Monets,

effortlessly

petitioned polar ice

tirelessly–

& uploaded

selflessly

–24/7

proof of:

2, 1, and 0

–a less than

3 heart.

 

Pretzels vs. Pringles


 
Life’s a party

surprise,

wake,

“of five”

…a party…
 
 
 
all that

and a bag of chips

(arranged festively with nearby dip)

but what about after—

–after the chips are cashed?

post hummus

do we get another go around, d’ya think?

re-Pita

contingent on chips that remain in the bowl?

double-dip

fat-free, salt-free, and taste-free?

BOGO

(buy one, get one million)

Well, it makes sense. Why would God bother making chips

­er…souls…

from scratch?

Disbelieving of Time

cheeto

He doesn’t like to mark-it.

(add campaign)

–doesn’t like to count beans and

doesn’t like to throw His die-it off

so it’s amazing some brands

small potatoes

merit shelf space

at all…

 

the prefix of words


 
 
sometimes

you can’t look forward
 
 
 
 
–peril of arrows

affront, &

embers

(no bed for birds)

afoot, & hole

(of it)

a fright

obfuscated by spot fire smoke,

broken flint,

and raining ash–

and you oughtn’t look backward

–salt shadows and hindsight

loom & leer

stretching in-form

willful

infinite

and

inflexible—

wrathful

in No sense the best way through

woeful

this checking back for what comes next

(even when)

looking inward

is pure vertigo.

Imploding singularity

spiraling

physical anomaly

of inner tipping

dizzying

the weight of tectonic bone shift

disrupting

the character of

Life’s middle

disquieting

to state what’s under

(skin)

–though sometimes it’s

the outward

misconstrued

the tangible

misrepresented

the visible

miscued

at which time you can

only look up

­word

define: overhead

with or without

Word

up.

shoulders squared

up.

hands swinging free

up.

no supplication

up

–ward

is sometimes the only way

to see.

 

 

What Did I Know

thoughts stall.

hurtle from cliff.

disappear without

echo

in red-rimmed abyss

fathomless

far–

and

knowing

falters, too

–flinging

forward fast—

ricochet-ricochet-ricochet

everything

backward

a dream,

everything forward

a night terror,

building blocks

missing cornerstone–

the rain

lends

rubble

gilded meaning.

Milk


 
Cats

are nine tales

9.
 
 
 
9 lives. . .

each story

different

–but the same.

a pounded out

existence

–beat by beat–

a thrashing

of belief

–creed by creed—

and teacher

that ends

–as it’s wielded–

lessening

and letting

in blood.

REMover


Muse

missing make-up,

–each character

imprints

hard.

Just woke up after too much whine–

hard.

and in this Glare

of winter morning

edges

and

imperfections

show. . .

foundational nuance

a cake-y thing,

every tittle

a mascara blotch,

all emphasis

lined lip gaudy,

drawn clown-like outside of mouth

–the fire just

Rexall

rouge.

 

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