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Jello Shots Issue #1

Jello Shots

Issue #1

 

Maria Morisot

 

Published by Moan Lisa Press at Shakespir

 

Public Domain

 

We won the war;

and now

as dust

subsides

 

Linger on

in painful

memories

of children

who never

knew what

 

Color the sky

was intended

nor the grass

 

But all is

as bombed

apartment

complexes

 

Heathens

that wouldn’t

let God decide

whose side

 

The dismantling of faith

would be carried out

beneath the watch of

 

Riotous endings

blessings bestowed

 

Within this meditative song of silence,

all my heart is poured; wax into a mold

and in this serpentine sea,

I ask your colloquialisms

 

Never- Whole

ending cerebral

sea of schism

distrust chord

 

‘’MAKE A MOCKERY OF E MINOR,,

 

Little bird, do sing

plagiarize the sun’s

bright and beautiful

rays; play for me the

chorus of your denied

existence; and ring

the bells of death’s

deliverance

 

Chai,

 

Little blue mockery

of death, of death, of

cerebral hemisphere

caught on fire; with

one consistent circular

identity. Who are you

that fills this mold

in your likeness

and my sufferings

 

Hour after hour & --

year

after year we

dissect every facet

 

Of our livelihood; & --

intrinsic

curtailing

of God; mnemonic

representational

para-psychology

 

AN Overloaded debunked

hypothesis, recreated

in the image of man

 

& -- Sexual hyperidentity

paired with iridescent

cochlear mnemonics

set in stone or ice

to be an example

for the nations to come

 

Hungover; depleted

clawing

into death’s manifold

 

When Nazi propaganda reappears into the main-

stream media and hyper-

sexualized children

 

Are spotted on the cover of this week’s

magazines; all of it is real

and the discoflux identity

remains unknown; remains

impertinent and vague

 

My flu shot hyperextends the polar apprentice;

none of this is real

all of this is real

 

Let’s segue secular biology and comprehend

the misnomer that is far

fetched; dramatization

of a subway star;

 

And in my absence she reappears like lightning

in a deserted sky; clouds

covering her face, while I am

coveting her mind

 

Underpinnings of a cerebellum;

chalk dust steganography foretold,

on a little board 2 cm deep

 

Here is where the travesty of age

can complain about the state of

affairs; and where you and I,

alone at the midnight tolling

 

hallucinating on each other’s

raw fantasies; the pines; the pines

these fucking pines

 

And the raw emanating sounds

of sea, of oceanic tide

splashed on shore,

on our feet

 

I do

 

Not extend my reach to its fullest

potential; I only stay in the

swarm as far as I can comprehend

the prickling of a pear

 

And I reach in small compromise

the ending struggle of an age; 12 perhaps

or thirty-eight; and then

 

All is compromised;

the dilution of our beds

 

Let’s

plug in

the start

of our predisposition

 

Refrain,

our intellectual

communiqué

 

Molestation criminality

 

Paranormal identity

 

Hypnotic

 

Minimalism transposed hyperrealism

 

 

 

 

 

‘’NO MORE DISTRACTIONS,,

 

Fuck this November

implementation of

cushioned recital

 

I can dream my ghost devouring Christmas day;

siphoned by and large

the distribution of

pineapples

and semaphores.

 

Intent on listening

with- out

verifiable truths,

 

Here, in place

of gods

in place

of hermaphroditic causality

 

 

 

 

 

Opened to the realism

of my circular ident

 

 

My logical computer

the bits and bytes of

Euclidean truth made man-i-fest

 

To see the sun

burn my eyes

 

Holy sea

an eternity

of musical

birthing of

our new

philosophy

 

 

 

 

 

Seven

heads

and ten

horns

 

From

which

sprang

 

Eternal

bliss, un-

complicated

actualization

of accidental

biological

circumscription

 

A murder of crows

heavy on the winds

of our imaginations

 

Shifted left

the strands

of my complexion

compulsive extensions

of my instability;

cochlear fragmentation

the sounds they echo

and swirl the silence

 

 

 

 

 

But then silence

startles me;

you and I

we have enough

indecency

between us; that this

hyper- exposure

belies our inmost

realities; come with

me to extract our

bottled percentage

of heaven’s tight grip.

 

Beautiful crooked branches

splitting up the sky blue; white

 

‘’sky,,

my teardrop

and my seed

cut off

 

Hertz remembered;

the distance I grew

my meltdown

my rescinded graffiti ‘’sky,,

trapped in blue

and I have combined

all knowledge I have

acquired

to disrupt the harmonic

assemblages of faith

 

Here am I, Lord;

trapped between

two diabolical

representations

of coinage; one

the thirst and the

other a soaking

 

Two hard-encoded extremes

of God

 

Polarization capitol construction, de-con

structive, reactive polarization

 

I would

hope

to affect

the

entities of

state by

which the

demons

of our

sea

remove

themselves;

 

By which

tidal surges suppress my beating heart;

my bleeding fist

 

Time has stopped

here, in the infinitude

of my delusions

and I will grope

the excess of my

reason; protrude

with the extension

of a torrent of

psychological

progressions

 

 

 


Jello Shots Issue #1

  • ISBN: 9781370535668
  • Author: Maria Morisot
  • Published: 2016-11-24 13:50:09
  • Words: 773
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