Cata Strophes
Cata
Strophes
"When egalitarian cooperation is necessary for
survival, hoarding and self-aggrandizement are simply not tolerated." -
Tainter, The Collapse of Complex
Societies
1.
He is certain about the mess
the frame overturned, spilling
a life in one day. The flick
of a stick & the world
burns. It's nothing to the agonists,
but the lovers? The paragon
of paramours, a thing
not even merely now.
Industrious burrows to await chance
unchecked by chance, not poisoned
chalice or the spider known but the air's own
cushy crushing on the long shore
& leverage too much for the bone loss
2.
Lady Os at the dog show
barely clearing it, as flaming
parody begets giants, Irishmen with
sandpaper under their skin & compulsion
to smooth you out. A ruse for traffic
banner anxiety all down the facade
of a charade of a parade. Wrapped
up in sand, glue, &
green pustulence of Gaussian contempt
is a heart full of pity for those damaged
by fucking the right hole under
the wrong star, but surge from the wrong hole
in daylight & get to be the rub
3.
Parody becomes the pet jumping
through whatever to make do
softening over waistbands, over rice
stick by ale, brick by lager
even his friends don't like him
barm for a tailor
sit on his hands, feet, tongue
but something keeps thrashing
a peristalsis of the black pudding
royalties for the torture song
& new shoes
for the long night
it takes to be a man, or kick one proudly
with a little drip of cheer
4.
The fundamentalist should appreciate
the difficulties of being an institution
and sit on it, but
he takes his stance & mounds move under him
Cocked to the calling, he never marries,
Xeroxing doctrine & currying the files
He would like to love them all
but they must first be free from all opportunity
He would love to like them all
but they must earn it with a prayer and a vote
Charity begins at home with a zygote
generally considered a safe country
reports of weaning from within the womb
5.
Controlled in a matrix of expression and
suppression
depending on the wider situation
and inheriting an appetite from S0
a real, observable, and psychological reduction
stocking the soup of the common good
with real outputs, symbols, and coercion
he paced, hands in pockets, smoking a cigarette
knowledge in action was rigorous as the winter
which warmed as his cancer grew
There was a surplus of necessities distributed
by ramrod, a blind dog in a maze
an anomaly of history, this animal
of structure and control, insistently pleading
its sovereign indecomposability
6.
Them rains fall flatly every day
And the tower slowly rises
Racing the level of uniformity
Arroyos cutting in memory
Swiddening within
& my struggle with the rug & ceiling
Perforated, sodden, and absorbing
A world of continuous falling
Craves the comeback myth
To erect at least a little part of it
Rising as gas in a beached whale
& out the blowhole. Hear
here, that lonesome whistle blow
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