Rats Live On No Evil Star

It's like reading Tennyson while drunk
On the drowsy heels of a blind stagecoach driver
A traffic light turned red when you'd just reached it
Cold like a platter of reticence
Snap frozen in the Andes
Bubblegum slackjawed, atrophied everyday
Crazy like a stringbean
Placating over the salad
An underhanded melancholy of biblical proportions
Atop the fly bridge an overturn'd cruiser
I find myself getting smaller in the mirror
Because the phone rang like a sheep
Or was it the Hanukkah candles? So hard to be sure.
Cos I'm plyometric and squalid
NAPlayer's turned theatre critic
In a theatre of my failed error compression
Veal scaloppini seduction
Tease me, wet calf meat
Oh my heart beet, plump and florid
To grandmother's house we doughnut
Our shortcut like an Altman film, new-fangled
No more evil >'s
[is that pronounced greater than's?]
trapped in a stylistic quandary
It is thus said (what a discourse we've unfurled!)
Paradoxically, it's added simplicity
Dextrose, pour in my open wounds lest he take my blueness!
Lest he wade unarmed through militant beer gardens!
One anodyne be my last, no grallochs becoming he;
White noise beckons like a pumpkin.
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Direct indecision - our tolerance wears thick
Headstrong and bitmapped we scale into indiscretion

Replete reaccustomed reform rebar through my gut
Skinny legs, patella and all
I eat them like marscarpone
With a ladle, a ladle, a second-story ladle
Being synthetic a priori is the ultimate in slutdom
A subtle cross-reference to pandemic charm
Pre-Minoan contingency: my death
Three of her dragging about in lounge chairs
Intestines furled, arms a-snagger'd
A cantaloupe turned simian
Not Sivapithecus nor ceboidea - callitrichidae, baby!
Hah hah hah yippity yip haematoma, O my Lord...
Something in my head is bleeding
Garlic buttered, formulaic, and pure agony
Time for the Calvinist Hokey-Pokey
Knockin' on the door like Martin Luther
Bahktin in my dreams, speech genre horror
Zombie mothers trawl ceaselessly
A very pregnant anthropologist of uncertain tenure
Suckling piglet on goddess depends
Academic no thank you Athenaze	
Double-dating with the FBI
Cicadas and dilithium autopsies
A sentimental journey outward bound
Afar, my limpid, to Denmark no more!
My Fortinbras has gone rusty.
Recursive parataxis and parataxis
Circles and circles selcric dna selcric
Cleric pudding - no blasphemes and whey
Maybe she will dream a lot of spiders
Spaghetti and waste buckets resulting
Oedipus wrecks the melon ball
Playing checkers ain't like eating snotbeans, sister
Picking jello from under a baby's nails is not my idea of fun
What horror might begat that deathly sickness
Incompetence? What ho?
Emancipate the Mozambiquean permanent ink slaves
Where DID they put the keys?
Careful, we're in haggis country now
Playing pingpong with straws
Lunatic ball with blood
America. Well, still, not bad.
Sexy No Thank-You Cool (name the reference)
Referential or reverential, my puzzlement remains.
My childhood memories reek of Grandpa
Phantom cats and cellular modems
Neath cellular clouds, in a cellular house at the bottom of the sea.
Where it never rains, and taxi drivers
The tab stop works! It works!
Across the picket line cross the tabs...
I drink from the bus exhaust pipe
But I swear I don't inhale!
Bad bad horror, Mr. Woogems
Sauna shorts! Sauna shorts!
Ouch. I think they chafe pretty badly	
Get on the plane, girl.
The farm is small, but the work is large
And the pigs are friendly
As friendly as the cheeses
Thought that was a good solution (pH neutral)
I heard women are acidic. I'm neutral
Like Switzerland and oral sex


December 20, 1995 - January 31, 1996
© Ian S. Bogost & Lela Kaunitz