the problem was (is)
that it all started
too close to the end
life-destroying diagrams
interruptions which fail to suspend the narrative
or prevailing force-space dialectic...
our junk is everywhere now.
Now it appears
holes in the narrative are filled with worms
(insect and worm protein is the fucking future!
grubs!)
Biden’s unconditional support of Israel
is all swirled up in the looks I get
on the streets of Cairo.
The ¼ sleeping pill Molly gave me
has me wide awake,
and I complain about it like a prince.
(O cursed spite!)
If you’re not careful, your charmed life
will keep you up all night.
