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New Unified World Belt Holder

Come on, champ Make every syllable count Cruisin’ down ’76, speedballing cold brew joe and colt .45 like a grade-A weenie Gloves up Beware the holy violence of the rat governor’s briered lariat, which twirls and swoops without prejudice, here in The hinterlands of the climate change era Wherein We all ride plasticized flamingos that…
Into the heart of the mountain

A poem. Don’t talk to me Before I’ve had my morning dexedrine Last night, I had a long dream I was on a jet ski Saving my drowning colleagues Three by three Like if Catcher in the Rye were set in Jacksonville Or inland Tennessee I’ve got: two tickets to Paradise Oh great, a middle…
K2-18b

Scientists have found possible signs of life on a distant exoplanet. What’s called biosignatures -in this case dimethyl sulfide (DMS) and dimethyl disulfide; chemicals found only as byproduct of algal/microbial life here on Earth- were found on K2-18b, a planet in a Goldilocks zone 100 light years away. I wish it were good news. But…
THING TO LOVE

04.15.25 Two brothers on the 7 train. The Younger Brother is reading a comic book that his OIder Brother has obviously already read and perhaps even showed the Younger Brother. Every 15 seconds, the younger brother has a question about the comic book which the Older Brother has to remove his AirPods to hear and…
SERVO com·mu·ni·qué VOL. 001

We speak often about our relationships to machines. See: Tucker, Groskopf, Elliot, Snodgrass, Snider. (2023). The Voice of the Robot: An Analysis. We examine herein the lacunae in the research namely: do the machines ever dream of us? And other topical questions. Pyramids lay slack and yellow on a southern continent; a jaguar finds a…
Rat Bucket

Driven in from the edge of the storm >>A basilisk tooth A goat; a bucket: return to form Four long years at war! >>Raped shipwrecked tuberculoid drowned girl looking What, forlorn? Looking for what? More. White copper; magnesium; a ball of yarn Gnawing at the rat bucket Pleasuring oneself in the gore How much more?…
EXTRACT: the rainbow stories

“The Rainbow Stories,” William T. Vollmann, ©1989 “Late at night you could walk down Lincoln Street along the border of the Park, and there were always cars and vans and buses parked there, their windows blackout-curtained by plastic, by stacked up boxes, by junky possessions, and sometimes you might see a light flash briefly inside…
ON DONALD TRUMP

Even I, the most indefatigable Trump-hater on Planet E, am wearying of talking about this man but I wanted to put the following down on “paper”: Trump isn’t playing “4D chess,” and he isn’t “playing chess while others play checkers.” Nor, I’d wager my own personal net worth on, does he even know how to…
THING TO LOVE

04.07.25 <rant>A writer should be courageous; this sounds like something somebody once said. There are times though when a writer should wear their intentions on their sleeve and my intention here is: to not accidentally offend. I am writing about an “odd” couple with, I hope, the appropriate level of delicacy and gender awareness and…
Primal Yawp

This too shall pass Yeah motherfucker, how? Like a summer rain, or a hollow tip Whose exit wound stings for months Bostezando en la cara del cataclismo & boating the Central Park lagoon Chewing our fingernails and whiling our time, until Zero Day. Slime! Runs in rivulets from our steely rooftops to our slatted sidewalk…