he has never not had any.
and he knows
with his grin
it will never be too hard to get.
he has no rage. he is shouting because he feels afraid.
personally, i blame nomen nesco.
that sonofabitch is always hung up on nothing!
knowing what action will come
is different than being in the midst of it.
this is part 3 in a continuing series. part one, part two.
(a polemic in the american tradition,
a misguided, moralistic, unmanned drone.
we'll check for civilians later.)
he still haunts me.
he will be in my death dream, grinning. standing next to donald trump fucking the Dalai Lama in the ear underneath a collage with "Brothers in Arms" painted across it in esperanto. "Frato en Brako."
his grin will cheshire and he will laugh and donald will come and the Lama will Om.
his grin will cheshire and he will laugh and donald will come and the Lama will Om.
it's been months and he still haunts me.
he doesn't think about me one bit.
it's not him, you understand?
it's the ethos.
it's the currrrent.
it's the rapture.
the mania.
mainomia, the verb.
hypomania, the ubiquitous.
capitalism, the collective effervescence.
it's the rapture.
the mania.
mainomia, the verb.
hypomania, the ubiquitous.
capitalism, the collective effervescence.
"to
is a preposition,
come
is a verb,
a verb in transitive,
to come...
to come
to come
to come
to come...
it's been like a big drum solo
did you come
did you come
did you come good
did you come good
did you come good?"
- l.b.
he has a painting, "accept everything."
revolutionary. imagine that.
that bastardizing of nietz's amor fate.
to learn to love: active, difficult. fate: multifaceted, subjective. the greatest stress.
to accept: passive, acquiescence. everything: singular, objective. the simplification.
these are not dualities. one is an elaboration. and. one is cloudy.
to me.
to come.
to me.
if you can accept everything. how does that live in action?
daily metitation on the blood on your hands for being citizen?
flagellation for atonement?
or a sort of rational egoism.
turning up the volume on everything creates a white noise.
simply- different nobs turned up now.
not everything.
surely good god not everything.
they will say
but he was down and out
but he worked himself up from nothing
like Glenn Beck,
the mixed media artist
like Charlie Manson, like Jim Jones
the folk artists
like Jesus Christ
the pop icon
sign my name to the bottom
Nomen Nesco,
the con
the pop icon
sign my name to the bottom
Nomen Nesco,
the con
2 comments:
I'm Looking for the con...
I am glad...
(If there is one tiny thing to be glad about)
I am glad you have chosen to leave some mark.
Some legacy.
The only afterlife we ever believed in, for real.
You never did accept defeat.
You welcomed it. Invited it. Seduced it.
I know what you're doing, and you do, too...
This is a funny goodbye.
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