25 May 2022
p0sthuman: the evening before p.72
white ink interfering
in The
Guinness Book of Cloud Chamber Glyphs
and Alphabet Soup Epithets
every bliss is qualified by bliss
and every slumber’s sombre
whether it’s the bikini edition or
dumped in cold dark matter
I like my models clothed a bit
assuming the density of their input tends
to infinity
the same goes for the
shocking experience of shock
something
has to be left to the imagination
prior to purchase, so
with stinging hands
I turn the snow pages
to see below
shadows of ruined cathedrals
casbahs, stadia
curved tracks
footprints
something perhaps dragged
from a car
the snow volumes
have no weight
just
frontier dimensions
they’re hospital patients
splayed in white
while I have no weight either
because I jettison waste.
as I fly over the plains the
refugees look up
to my merciless gaze