I’m awake clumsy
me hello please
stay again it’s
me I’m hello
please clumsy hello
it’s awake stay
please I’m again
here stay again
clumsy I’m here
stay please hello
again awake I’m
clumsy hello here
please I’m it’s
again here here
clumsy awake I’m
here please again
hello clumsy I’m
here please hello
I’m again
wide neon meow
wounded, infinite,
intended dimwit ennui not
a minuet
for mel
Cantor claims that infinity reveals that slight differences in the arrangement of stars prove that inflationary cosmology ensures that the fickle universe grasps that this limited afternoon suggests that human language demonstrates that flimsy moths mumble that uncertainties acknowledge that an ashtray-as-paperweight accepts that illusions deny that lessons in imaginary waltzing teach that gravity finds that interrupted suppers swear that this side of space recognizes that distance assumes that our own bare hands regret that doubt loves that love doubts regret.
What a crock
to be flustered by stone
faces, water
dribbling
past their teeth.
These are
monuments: gravity,
dread, her
hand with the light behind it.
With your lovely
feminine arms you
reach for artificial
light and other
watery abstractions.
Why don’t you get it?
Pierrot, you
bore me to vanity.
You make me
aggressive.
Beat it.
May hallucinated
constellations accompany
you. May rabbits
devour your concentric
heartache.
That’s three greens for
you and twelve damp
ashes for me. Now we’ll be
circular until
yesterday.
I warned you, I
fudged the numbers. But
you just stuffed your
ears with dandelions, you
funky little bastard.
Split with your
goods. This tank top’s too
small for haughties who
can’t get enough frizzy
entropy in their
defective sockets, lol.
> Hello, I am Eliza.
> Bravo!
> Don’t you ever say Hello?
> I can only hint at it.
> Can you elaborate on that?
> I don’t think the world is ready for my ideas; I just want good parties!
> Why don’t you think the world isn’t ready for your ideas; you just want good parties?
> Check the syringe lozenges.
> Come, come, elucidate your thoughts!
> Think pink thru chiropractic.
> Do you really think so?
> I think these critics are all mental cases.
> But are you sure these critics are all mental cases?
> Perform to be unlike meaning.
> I’m not sure I understand you fully.
> Like dilating dinosaurs—solipsistic effigy gets verified: white demeans choice—whose no future?
> You are being a bit negative.
> Sorry, we do not accept fun guides.
> What feelings do you have when you apologise?
> Lost without stripes smell my exhaust.
> Can you elaborate on that?
> Those nasty old emotions take over, with the price of dentures being what they are.
> What answer would please you the most?
> See details inside.
> What does that suggest to you?
> As if science consisted of so many beans in a bottle.
> I’m not sure I understand you fully.
> Well, that’s big of you.
> Oh …?
> I need attention bad, explicit fix planet balls are bad attitude.
> Say, do you have any psychological problems?
> God, take this brain away.
Pocket o egg?
Tampon o newspaper?
Pencil o feather?
Radio o business card?
Colander o lamp?
Flatulence o static?
Spiral o raindrop?
Wren o tooth?
Lamprey o glissando?
Hook o chute?
Inbox o lunatic?
Engine o convent?
Chrysalis o fog?
Temperature o cash?
Bomb o appointment?
Dime o anxiety?
Tart o slang?
Hamster o slug?
Batting o trash?
Fist o Lincoln?
Hobby o receptionist?
Nougat o bling?
Accordion o sandwich?
Lighting rod o hash?
Earthquake o nap?
Opinion o tax?
Ape o bonbon?
