Jimmy the Chatbot is Hungry for Gossip, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Excerpts from Posthuman Spam Psycle
Gloomy Poem Movie: After Kerouac’s
Sax
SCENE
ONE
Doctor Sax hostage to
the neoplasm lambasts the strange homunculi he sees writhing black tendrils
from cark’s neck tethering him like a supranational power plug burnt and
bit-rotten any excuse to fight reason fuck this I’m going for smokes.
SCENE TWO
Acid blue palm fronds
wave ripple tease the space between dust particles floating by in humid night
high lick splash symbol Sax exits the bodega with a brown paper bag tight in
fist plagued by a high-pitched ringing in his ears crumbling to genuflection
before a violent sky.
SCENE THREE
Sax wakes to a
Promethean chorus of seething polyps and arthritic fingers crooked sphincteric
cramp alone in a storm-drain with leaves and other forms of stilted life
hypnogogic residue whirring to a stop oxen ocean gathering dispersing buckets
of waste buckets of food edging temerity of a burning bush Sax’s growing
propensity for new sincerities.
White Animal Saviors
Patchwork of
taxidermy sick
sustainable cute
seal death
native fear
in
(uk) human
bio diverse
emotive pruning
normcore atmophobes
man capricious
stop-tap
protectionist
diatribe
gleaming
cyan teeth
transmitting hemispheric
migraine duodenum
duo-dee numb-do
wad-numb duo-demon
Soviet instrument
Morrissey fuelling
Post colonial
kettling.
Oresteia: After Bataille
Oresteia’s severed cock
throated from either end by clytaemnestra and the dried maw of agamemnon’s
corpse a gagging last supper of blush pink vomit and seed a strained kiss as
the blood begins to drain and the member deflates impotent in his revenge oresteia
kisses his mother goodnight his cock still lodged deep in her throat ad
speculum he tongues his father’s unstitched mouth and sits back to leak black
life out his cloying numb hole molding his masque-mortuaire clawing
hallucinating a life of arcadian laughter rattling discordances a bag pipe of
death sounding gaseous surrender and as oresteia’s work-worn soul shuffles away
head bowed in shame clytaemnestra regurgitates the slimy morsel and priggishly
chews before taking it back with a triumphant gulp.
Soma
Zoffany’s
closed fist blooms glint of
evil
signals the beginning of the end there
nestled
in the clammy creases four tiny seeds
two
on the line of my tongue an alien
vessel
landing in an aqueduct on
a
pink planet swallow high concentration
chemicals
swarming instantly through my mind
a
tinny distant voice says I got them from
a
local chemawawin boy on the river of
forgetting
where becoming and ending flow
reciprocally
like kissing tongues everything
slows
bows shifts down to a single hum.
Rimus Remedium Or How sick Poets
Console Themselves: After Nietzsche
Glory to a prostitute a
different kind of adonis grappling dismaying and overcoming with vitality to
the endstrom wrought and fecund with decay glory to a prolapsed anus a
different kind of honesty perspectival in its hanging reluctance to platitudes
and growing with each unclean fist glory to a politician flayed a different
kind of austerity glory to a depraved moralist a different kind of justice
convinced of higher legitimation a truthfully selfish saint glory to a leper
apocather a different kind of apotheosis glory to a mythopoet so sick with syphilis
autochthon to sisyphus a different kind of genus.
Futurity
O’
tiny circuit what is your destiny will you become
part
of a particle reactor helping create
an
ecological energy source giving free clean power to
the
world or will you sit in a lab
mass-producing
dichloroacetate stabilizing the molecules
needed
to rid the world of cancer or
will
you float gallantsly free as a satellite circumspect
poised
among the stars so scientists
can
monitor solar eruptions and radiation to stave off apocalypse
no
replies another component on the board
we
are to be used in one of those little security key calculators
for
internet banking that make people
feel
secure with technology with our kind progress then
no
matter how long it takes utopia will come.
Unnamed
Trapeze
rapist stuck on
the
same wrong password
loop
prosciutto
parachute
solar
cunt cake proto-human
spam
limbic dirt jar
c-section
for the 21st century
genome
reflex
big
head
mute
vicious dog music
less
saxophonist blowing snapping
new
rhythm.
—Fusiform Gyrus
—Fusiform Gyrus
