28 June 2025
29 June 2025
surreal intent inlet
horses struggle in mauve cushions in an oligarch’s theme park but they forget the jeff koons aphrodite in blue what-looks-like-china-more-generically-porcelain
but-is-probably-actual-living-flesh-only-blue figure it
out (preposterous summation of arcadian wish fulfilment) (the horses still kick) (the centaur archers barely muse)
(a-faded-quiz-show-host-of-yesteryear-and-her-sidekick pose on a catwalk as if teleported from the sunken titanic but all they get for their pains is, are, bewildered honks from ducks in swordfish costumes so this
is what it is like to ‘perchance-to’?
)
as the words are ants on the page asleep