Tuesday 10 January 2012

9.01.2012 • key-binding

key-binding

Now words for the first time

bound to keys
bound to circuit
bound to factories
production-lines
little little hands
working affectionately
with silicon and plastic things

Only fitting
that lines bound to my strife
and currency of my struggles
would be bound to the very believed-in
currency of the world
which is just the same

(and what better connexion
could be found
between the monies of the world
and gods of the forgot beyond,
than that by being servile
each to their believers' faiths
enslave them;
and that their inexistence
which should make them meek
exalts them beyond compare)

In such mundane a way
and so visceral

(The viscera are little insects
crawled up inside of us
black and brown and putrid red
just learning how to swim in curdling blood
they shark up our food
and rankily produce
our inspirations and affections:
such chemical, internal excrement
as would fill us up with worms
words warn wanton want
and thus relieve us of the foulness that we daily devour ceaseless
ly and inadvertently placing, this misthat in stead the placein

My bag is heavy-laden with overused tricks
and I employ them daily
but (you know?)
you have to accommodate the world
it's the only way it will ever
not stoop so low
as to accommodate you
only barely
take your meaning
home

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