“All That Electrical Stuff I Can’t Be Bothered With”


pale tobacco speak/
pattern, had ghostly out follow
and clarity left – not warranty

upon laugh copies descent
many small terrific scampering
like magazine boy
friend – who punishes those at standstill
no whole of their hands – the

stone flat under
your bloodless shirt
science – police access waters

all you kill
beg for
is work drug action
cloud segments drown the shimmering idol
of death

won’t eyes, the gate, rip robot thought
instant at open, be careful with that machine
cooked body
make no motion
he who whites your exertions
now eats Alan’s breakfast

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