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144 pages, Paperback
First published April 7, 2012
A little planet blues, for the
deathwatch.
A season of rictus riffs.
(When schist prevails, and squamous
pinpricks of appetite
vamp to a second future - who'll chant the
mutant genesis? who celebrate
an aevum cleansed of us?)- blues, pg. 3
* * *
In wreck, in dearth, in necksong,
godnexus gone to fat of the land,
into the wordy desyllabification of evil - small
crawlspace for plegics, 4, 3, 2, 1, un.- inwreck, pg. 7
* * *
Tagalong
snatches, algorithmic
hums. You even wear gene
disguises. Little anti-
threnodic peeps, tell nix in the slurry:
some-
thing matters, no
matter how nano the known.- tagalong, pg. 27
* * *
In cess, in dis-
ownmost, in ripture,
in slow-mo history cease,
in bio in haemo in necro - yet how
dumbfound how
dazzled, how
mortally lucky to be.- history, pg. 44
* * *
Lost word in the
green going down,
husk of a logos,
crybaby word, out
dragging your passel of absence -
little word lost, why in the
demeanigned world would I
cradle your lonely?
You, little murderer? You, little cannibal drag?!- word, pg. 55
* * *
Blind
light, blind
night, blind blinkers.
Blind of the lakelorn /of
lumpen /the scree.
In terminal ought and deny, indelible isprints.
Palping the scandalscript. Sniffing the
petrified fiat.- blind, pg. 63
Still singable
coleoptera. Still ozone
ave, still
redwoods memorious: earth
clamant, earth
keening earth
urnal, earth
gravid with loss.
Fluke
crusoe on boolean
sands, heart-
stopt with elderlore - still
spackled with
plosions of
let-there-be. In-
cipit afterplanet.- still, pg. 77
* * *
Earth, you almost enough
Hoof-high to excelsis, trilobite
sutra, cordillera jackpot:
into the new of attrition, the
birth of the lopped.
Into biosaudades.
Too fell a fate, green-
gone inheritor;
iotacome donner & ooze - still singing,
Hail to the unextinct,
oomph to the lorn-being-born.- oomph, pg. 90
* * *
As stuttle inflex the genomes.
As bounty floundles.
As coldcock amnesia snakes thru
shoreline/sporeland/syngone -
hi diddle
template, unning becomes us,
palimpsest gibber & newly.
I spin the yin stochastic, probble a
engram luff, & parse haw
bareback the whichwake, besoddle a thrashold flux.- flux, pg. 102
* * *
Earth heres, earth
nows, is there
nothing?
What whats?
Inlisten.
What blickens?
Inner than
polipulse, homer than breathbeat, listen to
isten. To
istence. Listen to inguish. Listen to
is.- listen, pg. 111
* * *
Of more the less; of
least, prognostipangs.
Scrabbling for abc.
No heaven, no
beanstalk, bare earth.
Shedding what pyrotech-
tactics?
Threading what speakab/un-
speakable, ekable, seekable
gauntlet of need?- abc, pg. 121
* * *
Mercator cleanup or what?
Toxijam loosened, slum-
praxis goosed;
techmate relievo or what.
Alphas of stricken, bare omega noodlers -
swot to revivify human,
vamping on taptoes of must.
By the law by the lab by the ballot:
sanity sweat.
Lost-ditch endorphins or what.
Hometruth cojones. Or what?- orwhat, pg. 129