from Alien Memory Machine (serial poem)


transmission ahead
the lipsmack of my Estruscan face

scrappy connections and pace
half blind in my Napoleonic hat eating skin bits

pastels lick the starched shirt
overseered feminine elbows into you

sentient humanity
signed up for dirt skirt

gotta keep this natural thing
cut the slavonics

sage in the robust word muck
diaristic sherbert dip

inceptive tang in the memory gap
gesundheit wie viele es muss sein

chartreuse child in the intimacy of the cavern
wheeled out the droneship

my city friends
pentecost king in the marching

drum bit and tin bit
midnight blitz of mute affection

worked over the unchanging bed
nausea in the unknown

guarded by the mythic face
death is demanding

I’ve lost the frontman
the stunt double
the greasy L of the last good lube

pontification is asswine
greased up and swelling

mad pigs

stuck in the transmission:

all unattended
selves will be removed
by the police