Callings
called the internal ethics hotline, said
He tied her to the bed
underpaid them
gave contracts to friends
called it his personal concentration camp
largely absolved them
sold pollution abroad
gave them what they want
insider contempt
the public line monogrammed
transectoral popularity
cozy but adversarial
interests clocking out
for a time
#
called home for war reprogramming
life underground, the children knew
meant following the rules
diffusion through striation
pervasive fumigation
fungal resistance
to preserve the crop
vitamins and lights out
and the constant choosing
to hold close the few
it’s anyway an exercise in sanity
20 questions and decision trees
the lush jungle
looming anew
#
called in to bed
called in to bed
reflexes of a predator
stretched out / the provisions
institutional death drive
out to where the hard radiation
rolls off as surf against iron
hunting the grey zone for atmosphere
of absolutely monstrous
& pretty ugly democratic elements
for the effect and feeling
of being close to you
#
called away momentarily
& momentum, may he rest
under birches forever bronzed
the children imagined
worse than you can suggest
you impudent devil
their tenderness’ll flay you
don’t grin – tell me everything
what’s hidden in your teeth
between the whistling & credit calling
artisanal cleaners
soak it out of you
fancy-talking an incomprehending audience
a violence like fantasy
KFC flagpoles tattering to ecstacy
#
called up, 4 am
a stroke, sunset on a bus
the impression is setting
casts nearly done
duplicate a face
however it was won
erudition, grace
do we repeat ourselves
on the tower, the moat
hello typographic mind
flatbed trucks off
his thunder on the mountain
#
you called & I turned
woke later in bandages
but it wasn’t you
just a style
cinders and twine
restraining the children
on selling it all
the jurisprudence is neutral
but strategy dictates
that data be clean
dreams of candid flexing
till the day shows through
besotted beside you
in the sordid debris
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