Hello with love, comic-
of the world!
Nothing is truly
over now, like klutzy
I saw each golden thread,
there is no landscape here.
There was a time when we
weren’t always interested
in style and crass visuals,
lucky skull bracelets.
Diamonds boost self-esteem,
jasper removes disillusion.
Galileo’s father played the lute.
“Ronald” is on the down low.
Our primary concern now
is sourcing, and the problems arising
from conflicting local pantheons.
slactivist manoeuvres in the dark
quarter of the city.
They’re all asking ‘What’s to become
of me?’ Like a big-ass weathervane,
I remember the soles of your feet,
an enduring piece of musical theatre
It should not be up to the patient.
The Union of Concerned Scientists
sort items into correct order.
Even so, the rules become increasingly difficult
to obey. A woman rests a brown banana on her
thigh, a man in boots reads a comic book. The life
-time melodrama: once you’re abducted you’re
always hooked, the dawn of mainstream cannabis.
Our audiences, our audiences, Oh Princess of all
the Spains! Petrified wood assists with recalling
past lives. In a vintage Land Rover, on a lost
highway, a designer baby pressed the
monetary pedal and that was
pretty much it.