Opposites Abstract, The Unreal Woman, and Lol Re Lax, Idc jk Jfk irl I need Xanax
Archetypical Futurist duel of the fates
Black against trite, gods sparring in a night
Hatred is forbidden, rage is its own cage
Except this once, just six specific situations
Once in a lifetime, St. Francis and Buddha
Can let it all out, let the pure mask slip
Hating evil is the only way to stop black devils
So let armies of angels descend with messianic shouts
Let plague and volcanic rains hail down on deserving sinners
Predestined poor in spirit within Sodom and Gomorrah
But wait! Where is the marketed love throughout all of this hate?
My manic text replies: you must destroy in order to create
The Unreal Woman
3 a.m. Broadway. No case.
Fake facial shadow
Surreal crimson lipstick glow
Lol Re Lax, Idc jk Jfk irl I need Xanax
LA may be a little lala but
it’s laid back, chill, dope, and ‘happy’
NYC is very neurotic n lala
it’s not your fuckin friend or bourgeois utopia but
it’s where people go to find dope and define dope
Rose Knapp is a poet, novelist, electronic music producer, and multimedia artist. She has an experimental novel forthcoming and poetry publications in Chicago Literati, PDXX Collective, BlazeVOX, OccuPoetry, Danse Macabre, and others.
She currently divides her time between Brooklyn and Minneapolis.