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Jello Shots Issue #2

Jello Shots

Issue #2

 

Maria Morisot

 

Published by Moan Lisa Press at Shakespir

 

Public Domain

 

Something unexceptional placed

slowly and methodically

pacing down

to center

 

A cup

of unexpected

surrealism; dadaism

conformism.

 

In every way,

the motion of the sun

rescinds; creates

new pathways

through my neural

transmission

system

 

Semaphore I repeat,

in memory’s bank

unbeknown to us

there must be someone

dead to trigger his

unconscious rhythmic

deity. To alter his

perception about

perpendicularity

of form & function

strapped into the

electric chair;

still breathing but short—

 

Contemplating insecticide; cerebral heliotropes

blocks of dirty messages

stacked inside permuted space

what necessitates

clean utterances of God in all of His conditions

the memory

of our

synaptic

holiday

transfixed

gender

inequality

horticultural inebriation

stacked hand silencing

protrusions set in stone

 

With a password: nYUrle8u I seize an opportunity

to devolve in my communications and necessitate decay

I rant and piece together

the philosophy of science and God

and rake in the leaves of sedimentary

ascension

never before, here,

has news devolved

so completely into

public denial

my systemic

causality

enhanced

reproductive

end

 

 

Could mean rebuttal in the first form

to glean heaven’s ascendants

my long, lost relativistic

surgical implants

death- defying acts of post-war

terrorism.

 

‘’Had you,, & I

sought out scientific

truths as consequential

rain as synthetic

glue & gossamer

reconstructive, preconceived dismissal

without dignity

the science of

letting things

‘’precipitate,,

danger & wanton glass shards

of hurt in parallel

with & in addition to

the silhouette which spans the seas

 

A bird; a poet, I should have seen it

from the beginning; she can fly, soar

but they will put her down; in chains.

Nobody wants to see her

drowning in the dirty depths; but here

we are; dashing through the snow

without a sleigh bell jingling.

You’d
have thought I’d

placed a plastic bag

over my head and recited

every word in its

abundance taking to

heart the necessities

of my imagination

 

Pieces of rearranged gods

a silent night satisfying evocation

will we commune and damnify the heathen

for her uncanny wit; sour spill & helium

migration path herein

bleeding profusely

uncommonly called by sentient

glass ‘’instability,,

a satiated

chain reaction

to circumscribe life-theoretic

manufacturing systems

here, in the oceanic tide; stopped by wave

after wave; particle

by particle, these quantum computations

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rise & fall

of Western

civilization.

 

Appropriated symphonic forms; ab-

stracted synthesis of materialized

ovulation, decimation, short order

cook; two-step

meandering through Eden,

watchful for the vines

as we dance; joyfully through

another night; naked as we are.

 

Come, close

to me, spirit

away indignity &

silently murder my ghost,

the stable sword of centurions

buckled against the side of me

 

Framed backwards, a foil

skin; a tin can crutch

a bottle at sea, message

inside reads:

 

‘’No more contents,,

 

& DELIVERED.

 

‘’Why,,—

a real risk

factor; to persist when every facet

of her self aims to

withdraw and disengage

 

‘’So say we all,,

 

And to the foyer, retract our bid

in seriousness of silence

desecrating God’s internal

biological

asylum

 

Benediction chamber of

circular saw reactionary

plea

 

It

 

Felt like iron

tentacles; marmalade

polarization fields,

aperture grooves.

 

Fat like scientific journals,

I melt the door like wax;

 

‘’OPEN,,

 

But the door is shut.

 

Rote, rote, rote, rote

 

The capital ‘’X,,

divisive segmentation

denotes a possibility

for change; ‘’X,,

 

Zile consumes my thoughts;

the typewriter of the new millennium

pierced through words with binary

comprehension; I couldn’t

stay awake without thoughts of you

crossing my mind.

Foster children,

static symbolic

Easter eggs; curtailed

semantic corpses

in red lingerie

symbolizing desire &

necessitating Purgatory’s spell

 

Purge:

 

To redeem my thoughts and cleanse the attic of my soul;

to spend without regard, for words come in abundance,

severing all mention of sanity for scraping content

from the bowl of my deepest longings; I came into

here from the outside world to see your face again;

 

Because you have no body recognizable,

my words will form your mouth and I will

kiss your lips with the expenditure of sentence

 

Choking on gum,

chewing on ideal reality;

I spew my salient sperm

across this ‘’wetware,, receptacle.

A nano-technologic suicide

endorsed by God’s

delightful offspring

 

Oust, kill,

repeat.

 

Transact

and counter-

[act; feit]

 

Blooms afford construction and simple measurement

 

To pierce

reality

through

 

Delusional

contracts

with Satan


Jello Shots Issue #2

  • ISBN: 9781370971664
  • Author: Maria Morisot
  • Published: 2016-11-25 11:50:09
  • Words: 714
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