Saturday, January 29, 2011

HESSIAN MULTIVERSE

tourism sweeps through but then gets stuck, and after some days floats like a scoop of skin rash
gnomes on the mezzanine, setting out to raid Dolph Lundgren’s house – “the tremors of ADHD confound our little hands!”
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decoding all the electronic trusses and brain devices and the grand iron lung in the corner of the sterile, minimalist living room

our multiverse is rough-hewn – “created in a flaw, old sport” – in the earth tones of Jabba the Hut’s kingdom
from its spelunking blow fewer spores; in its mouth I place a candle designed to crackle in tear gas
the prosthetics of some satellites scrape on the floor
though actually alive and well, the chaotic tangle of some signals’ desperation slowly merely unravel across the pillow

I’d like to be taken out snorkeling:
I’d like dorsal fins to slowly circulate the happy gibbering in the plastic pipe:
I’d like to know how deep the bleeding tooth is sunk in the pugnacious Slushpuppy
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‘this multiverse of ours,’ Dolph Lundgren said one morning to his team of technicians – to no one in particular, ‘is rough-hewn, old sport’
Dolph Lundgren was the one who invented the term ‘old sport’

listen! on the roof! the patter of little feet –
ax-wielding!
heroin-addled!
hamsters!
oh my god the little clothes they’re wearing!

the collective malignity picked up off the carnival’s floor 
you will remember a pretty face better if you objectify it
it harks to your command, and is wearing a helmet 
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of behavior modifying horns 

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