A remumblery

Features drain from quotient
self.

Vague.
What’s this?

It, speak.
I

dried.
Bullshit was never this

sweet. To write as if
I can

memory.
Defining human being

consumer for
generations.

Let it
have choice. Never think about where I am

from, although often
about myself!

‘My name is Leif, and I, too,
am an accordion player.’

Effects ate the data, sorry.
What is the question?

To read Kafka as
if Gogol lived unemployed in Montréal

in the era of late Reagan
ate Mulroney.

Remember what?
Grief, hail, if

history is important, I’m not important, you are, and whatever else is out
here, just.

All loyalty to the social.
What a piece of shit. Scintillating!

Maxims from my best friend drinking.
The desiccation of American finance!

Can’t
invoke

single perception. Therefore ‘perception’
is out of touch. It’s an abstraction, and he sells it.

Deaf bubble word live
in air porn.

They’ve got ability and the corporate database to access ‘private parties’.
NB: No Party is under any obligation to maintain your Comments (and the

use of your name with any comments) in
confidence, to pay to you any compensation for any Comments

submitted, or to respond to any of your Comments.
Even though it’s on, maybe you’re not. Get it?

It’s like banning the air.
You’re under no obligation to comment.

You’re over yes, and out. No
comment – throwing your work in the private face?

Content disarmed.
Complete this form and attach to your poem.

Poem? I may have gotten an optical illusion.
I’ve got personal alarms, for believing when I hear it – appointments,
      parking, dinner.

‘Calling all’
and that curiouser and curiouser

‘interpellating
one’

or ‘a’
federal bureau of bugles at the

annunciation –
AOL, worth 12x more than it can possibly earn, buys Time Warner,
      who buys EMI.

Treating us like
or to, barkers. Join the right

signal.
Golf on

radio.
(Putt

meaning to
gather

again … Ball!)
Sordello

in Waco.
Militia muesli

mix, 3M.
‘You can take this life and scud it.’

Why so many Chinese restaurants in Los Alamos?
For spying, of course. Find out what radio

stations Christians listen to in their cars.
dj turntables have outsold guitars.

You’re working with a wave-form diagram of iambic pentameter
adding delay and feedback

cutting out unwanted frequencies
applying phase effects

even buffing the sine waves.
World’s oldest sound recordings

circa 1885, birth of Ezra Pound.
Help me communicate with human beings.

Social engineer wannabe, with
or without cognitive map

job? Bank of Montreal ad campaign
effect.

Verse
in the era of late petroleum ice cream.

Hospitalized for birth of explanation
I insist within the aesthetic village, as cornered as the next guide.

So much given, etc., in return, revolution
of personnel doors at best, you screen

for career.
Taste

tests – What a piece of bunk?
What a piece of bunk?

Whoever, or whatever, did the social inscriptions, italicized ‘me’,
      in the last analysis, first
of all, and in a first analysis.

We all screen
for I screens this

body over.
I am not a muse.

Here
alone but for interpellation

thanks to interpellation
disarm your tone. The father

you seem, the closure
I got, creamer’s

aftertaste. I need billing bad.
O for a Be-in.

Pun’s arbitrary need
history’s.

Who’s next!
Information Please.

Effects ate chance
operations put body back

together again. People of the non-, or internally
recirculating libido:

Here is the immanent utopia!
Answer answers with answers?

Go fuck yourself, therefore I am.
Every line, entitlement?

‘Keeping it simple’ so that ‘we can observe ourselves’. What
historical logic! Don’t know what

to do and don’t know how to
do it. Do

fuss. Object in mind,
subject in relations.

Nobody move! Including
me. Face backwards in the text

as if out of this word
and pack as if for the last time.

Writing, to be wary of
otherwise effortless everyday un-

conscious production.
‘The unconscious’ is to ‘no such entity’ as

‘I go inside the envelope others have written to me’ is to
‘I hate metaphors, similes, memories, time’.

The self-esteem evaporator is turned on now
TO OPEN THE BLANK ENVELOPE!  

No one to address but one’s own prospects
of death.

Nip ’n’ tuck journalism just loves the wrinkles in Olay sales.
– NO GEEZERS FOR OIL –  

Is it paving, or raving inside
or out? Need more quarters.

Someone is dying inside (abasement
dweller) vs someone who is dying

outside – ‘I don’t have a roof’. And the floor
is yours, authoritarian neoliberal

backed by police tactics. You’re welcome.
Self-refining as you go, La Rochefoucault.

What a piece of shit.
‘Watch where you walk.’ Typical!

What’s demeaning
The Meaning of Meaning?

So much Calvinism
so little charisma – philosophy

of insertion, getting a lock on key
themes. I’d hate to write being

or its philosophy.
Children’s token happy-enterprise stories.

‘The economy must expand.’
Connectors, for connections, dangling, live.

Wired for Arnold.
‘Children are just like refrigerators’

economics an allegory of self-interest.
Describe what the reader will already know

and recognize when your craft is successful.
Luggage drops onto shifting, rotating black rubber strips –

oblong carousel. Not bad! Now describe
in this context, ‘carousel’.

The one that enters those heavy-metal symbols of oldline industry.
They made sausage meat out of her pet pig.

International business machines are happy
to stand Grassroots United Against Reform’s Demise

forever ‘Stockwell Day’ in Reform’s country
or county.

Citizens of global activism, effects want to eat your data.
We farmed dispute settlement mechanisms, everybody’s eating the results.

Midwest grain factories work their margin
far from places most people visit

to enjoy nature. Prince
Charles, talking to his plants

thinks with the bone in his nose.
Think horde. Pass the butler.

‘Local’ as placemat
at table with share, for egg, holder.

Animated like a Greek god
creates story – what is it?

All the young Murdochs, filling their baskets
when every egg counted.

Make wealth grow your own hair for you –
stock investment as hair loss treatment

conditioners (redundancy), for conditions, of possibility.
Clinton’s face morphs into marble butt.

So peeled, so oxidized, so
long, apprenticeship

I’m my own banana now!
Workers wage

pressure
on darkness visible.

The oxymoron stared vacantly at its mission.
Monumentalism

reduced to dextrose tablet
in hike up mountain.

Haiku balancing
gauge itself. ‘My job, to explain the beauties

of free markets.’ My nipples
to stand in solidarity with Steelworkers

and Teamsters, and all the labouring people.
Explain ‘nipples’.

I’m paramount in this theatre.
Paranormal, to you?

You can call me Horsey!
I’m glad to have issues for breasts.

Am I procrastinating the world, of, on, others’ terms,
begging the question?

O fickle poelitics. I write the words
affecting meow?

Barbarism!
You taught much.

Now, you’re dust.
Shame on us.

Made the whole
world singed.

Animal control
Strangers in the dark – emerging markets.

Companies … who need companies.
Japanese counterparts, our competitors

our friends; consumers, the enemy.
Ford trucks in supply lines of the Wehrmacht.

Intel corp’s $327M gain from sales of investment shares boosted its
      net income to $2.4B
beating Wall Street estimates

for the quarter. Intel shares jumped about 13% last Friday on that
earnings report. Tao of management

Dow of faith. Time on my hands
never leaves a mark, as the person sleeping with

the person is the one
having the relationship – it’s

win-win for the person.
Slap. Popularity skill’s derrière-garde

is not wiped yet.
Kiss the marble butt

hello.
The blah blah blah of theory-weary theoretical bodies drinking coffee

agreed. Quoting
may indeed ritualize the banal, nevertheless, they –

advanced patheticism.
Our movement is indeed, catching

on something – ‘Sorry!’
Stud me up, I’ll never start.

Quit with the ghost roast – I hate that.
We don’t need no mole control … Hegel!

Being is for diamonds
and syllogisms.

Now, you’re us.
Shame on dust.

What’s the matter now?
Reading is un-believing.

You don’t have to read Japanese
to eat Japanese

data.
I am a mental no

(saying) body.
I, ego?

Sure feel we tissue dissolving
conditionally – wet issue.

Mote of determination to every self
present sovereign, historical

precedent. Practice makes
me want

to pee.
What a –

his signature
is all over the placemat.

Complicit with the wristwatch.
Asshole.

Utopic? You toke it.
I must escort you to the door please.

Arresting party of four?
This way.

There would be goods to be good about.
NyQuil. You pick it.