Though
he meant 'untoward,' Nietzsche put his tractor into 'reverse.'
Well,
same thing. Don't worry about it. It's just a headstone
in
the shower, bored. Out here on the edge of my world, the WiFi is
soothing –
at
its core a werewolf is tearing the shower curtain's ever-living Tetris
into pale bumper stickers, real-life memes bunged steamy into rearview
cube-perspectives,
choking the very bumper of my Yaris.
'I'm
in Hell,' the view of Hell commands. [Driving. Nodding.]
Well
hell, you must tilt your head to indicate that you have a sickness.
[Asshole.]
If
I were a shiny black bug, I'd sexually cope with the indifference
of
other shiny black bugs like stuffed coal. Stoned, I once almost
electrocuted a
little green bug in my mom's kitchen trying to separate the dark matter from
its
small, still-warming body, at midnight. Global warming clings to
doughnuts
like
a fucking scab. In the “perfect world,” spurts of doughnut breath
liquify upon
hitting a
walkie-talkie. Some pigs have autism. Some cows (like me) have never
left
home. Cosmetically,
it helps Earth to be just one neat cross-section of ice-cream fossil,
insignificant,
vulnerable, naked, weeping garbage-colors into outerspace
like
an exploding jukebox in a fairy tale or the village idiot in
an
early English novel finding his niche.
